“I thought – aren’t you two a thing?” I ask, confused.
“We enjoy each other’s company,” Magnus notes.
“And we especially enjoy sharing,” Damien adds, his hands coming to the waist of my pants.
“Oh boy,” I whisper. My cheeks heat, and warmth uncurls in my stomach at the thought.
My brain mustn’t be firing properly because I’m considering their offer. Magnus and Damien are both attractive and while I’m not feeling any toe-curlingpassionate fireworks towards them, I’m not entirely put off either.
Maybe I’m not as broken as I thought.
I think about what Sarah would say if I asked her for advice and almost laugh at what would be the most enthusiastic agreement of all time.
“Sure, why not?” I answer, shrugging.
I’ve only ever been intimate with a man I was magically spelled to want. It would probably be helpful to try being intimate with someone without magical coercion.
For educational purposes, of course.
Damien starts working my pants down as gently as possible, and Magnus licks a trail up my neck. Goosebumps erupt on my skin everywhere his forked tongue touches.
“She’s lucid,” Magnus says. “I can taste it on her.”
Damien groans as he realizes I’m bare underneath the pants.
I didn’t plan on becoming an advocate for going commando, but no one put any kind of underwear in my room. I’m working with what I’ve got.
He finishes slipping off my pants and prods at the fully exposed scratches again. I wince, and Magnus responds by placing hot kisses against my neck. It distracts me a little from the pain, and I’m grateful.
“So, are you both mortal, too?” I ask, breathless.
This is probably not the best time for small talk. But their heated touches are bringing back memories of Leon touching me the same way. Memories of pain, fog, and lust, all so tangled that they leave me feeling cold, and I’m desperate to drown them out.
Ineedto do this. I need to push through the rising panic in my throat and not let Leon be my only memory of being intimate. Otherwise, he’ll still be controlling me, and I refuse to give him that power.
I am in control.
Damien answers as his hand slips between my thighs, reaching for the back of my injured one, “Not at all. Snake shifters can live for generations, and I –” he pauses as his hand grazes my center before lifting the back of my thigh so that my leg is propped up on his knee, “I’m a descendant of the Angelic Realm. Immortality is one of the few perks.”
I inhale sharply at the intimate contact, but Damien pulls back as the cuts start oozing blood more quickly.
“We need to get her sitting back down,” Damien calls.
Somewhere between the blood loss and their touch, the panic in my throat starts to subside.
Magnus gently lowers me onto the lounge, resting my back against the headrest. “We’ve been alive for a long time.”
Why does that sound provocative? Am I into older men? Is that it?
Magnus kneels next to Damien on the floor and gently pulls my thighs open, settling between them. More heat floods me at the sight.
Magnus gives a quick nod, lowering his head, just as Damien presses a hot towel to my leg. I scream, but Magnus is already in position, placing hot kisses against my inner thigh and working his way up. The sensation has my scream fading into a breathless squeak.
If this is medical care, I’m happy to give these people all my tax dollars.
“Easy, little enigma,” he pauses his kisses to whisper, “We’ll take very good care of you.” His mouth inches closer to my center as Damien applies another hot towel.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the pain, only to startle when their touches are replaced by cold air. I blink, only to find Damien and Magnus are crumpled against the back wall. They’re both staggering to get up. But I’m quickly distracted by the giant warlord-looking man standing in front of me.
