“That's wonderful,” I said. “You can teach me some angelic painting techniques.”
“Do zey have sculpture class?” Kirill asked. He was a very talented wood-carver and had made me a pair of lion hair combs for my birthday one year.
“They do.” Az nodded. “It looked interesting. I'll bring you a textbook.”
“Zank you.” Kirill grinned.
“I'm so happy for you, Az,” I said as I got out of bed.
I headed to my dressing room to change into a nightgown for bed. I never used to bother with a nightgown before, but now that Lesya was walking, she'd often come downstairs on her own in the morning, and I didn't want her to find her mother naked in bed with a couple of her uncles. So far, she'd accepted that Mommy, Daddy, and Uncles were all a family, and Mommy loved Daddyandall her uncles. We'd even touched on the subject of sex. With her advanced maturity, that talk was coming a lot sooner than I wanted it. And with our family, it was kind of necessary. I was seriously contemplating putting doors in at the base of each tower stairwell so I could lock them at night. Or even during the day when I wanted some alone time with one of my men.
As I slipped into my lacy nightgown, I decided that I would. I even had the perfect item to use to make a door with; my old mirror. I'd just need one more thing for the second door. I looked around my dressing room for something. Perhaps an old comb or a jewelry dish? I headed for a little crystal tray on my vanity and as I reached for it, a chill went over my skin as if a frigid breeze had blown through the room. I went still and slowly looked over my shoulder at my new mirror.
I don't know what I was expecting to see but it must have been something horrible because when I saw my own reflection staring back at me, I jumped and then relaxed in the way you do after you've had a stupid scare.
“What's wrong with me?” I huffed at my reflection. “It's just a damn mirror.”
But as I stared at it, I got another chill. Maybe I wouldn't turn my old mirror into a door just yet. I wasn't sure how long I'd be keeping this new one. As much as it was beautiful, and I didn't want to hurt Re's feelings, I was also certain he'd understand if I told him I didn't want it in the Palace. As a Witch/Goddess/Faerie I never ignored my instincts, and my instincts were telling me to stay the hell away from that mirror.
I found a cloak and tossed it over the mirror. As soon as it was covered, I felt better.
“That's it,” I muttered. “You're out of here tomorrow, Mirror. I'm not that kind of witch and you don't even hang on the wall.”
I went back to my husbands feeling much better. I even closed the dressing room door for good measure.
Chapter Four
When Trevor became alpha again, he had declared that my bed was his bed, and he would share it with me whenever he wished. There would be no more schedules of who would get to sleep with me anymore. It had been one of the things that led the others to believe that Trevor wasn't going to be easy to get along with. But once the Wolf had been sated, Trevor returned and a few of the Wolf's more aggressive announcements were modified. Trevor didn't have a problem with treating everyone fairly. Nor did he have a problem with sharing my bed with another man. It was usually Kirill since Trevor and Kirill have always been close.
Last night had ended up being one such instance, and I woke up sandwiched between Kirill and Trevor. The guys had loved my idea of installing doors at the bottom of the stairs and had quickly gone into the butterfly garden—an inner courtyard behind the glass wall my bed was set against—and found a couple of twigs for me to transform into doors with my territory magic.
I glanced at the locked doors with a grin before I turned onto my belly and slid beneath the covers. It had been awhile since I could confidently engage my husbands in some morning sex. My hands swept down two thickly-muscled chests; fingertips trailing over the sexy dips and smooth skin until they trailed through springy curls, and I found the flesh I was searching for. With a happy purr, I started rubbing Kirill while I licked Trevor.The Alpha comes first,I thought with a grin.
The men stirred around me and angled toward me to make things easier. Then they slid closer together until they laid side-by-side. I ended up lying astride their legs—Kirill's left leg and Trevor's right—grinding myself over their shins and rubbing my breasts against their thighs as I moved back and forth between their cocks. Decisions, decisions. Nope; I couldn't decide. I was going to have both.
The masculine sounds of Kirill's and Trevor's delight were muffled by the blankets over me and the scent of their arousal was intense under there, but I loved it. I felt naughty hidden under the covers with their lower bodies. I rubbed my face against their silky skin, flicked my tongue over them from root to tip, and massaged them until they were both writhing with rapture. Their legs moved against me—bringing me with them in arousal—until they tossed back the covers, the cool air hitting my overheated face, and pulled me up between them.
Trevor pulled me beneath him and surged into me while Kirill kissed me passionately. My alpha's mouth was at my breast, his back bowed as his body thrust possessively into mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly as I pulled Kirill closer with his thick braid of hair. But then Trevor moved suddenly, rolling us until he was beneath me and I was straddling his waist. I looked down at him in surprise and saw the Wolf staring back at me. He grinned at me savagely, and I smiled back before I leaned down and kissed him hello.
Trevor and the Wolf were technically the same person; they were just different aspects of the man I loved. But they were also very different beings. The Wolf was far more aggressive than Trevor and had a commanding presence that couldn't be ignored. Or denied. He was primal, passionate and possessive; all teeth and claws and cock. He moved and thought in ways unlike Trevor. The Wolf also took over every time he showed up in my bed. But I didn't mind at all. Nor did Kirill.
“Kirill,” the Wolf growled as he slid his hands down to my ass and spread my cheeks.
That was all that needed to be said. Kirill moved behind me and between the Wolf's spread legs. My breath came faster as I felt Kirill's hands on me; spreading me further.
“Let me wet my cock first,” Kirill's voice had gone low and sexy.
Before the Wolf had come along and spent days locked up in a cabin with me, I'd had several sexual hang-ups; things I just wouldn't do. I hated chains and any type of bondage. Re had gotten away with silk ribbons but anything more than that had me cringing because of all the times I'd been bound and tortured. And as far as anal sex went; nope, that wasn't for me. I had no desire to experience that and couldn't imagine how it could be pleasant. Quite frankly, women don't have the right nerve endings there for that to be fun. But the Wolf had taken care of all my anxieties and reservations. These days, if my men wanted to try it, I was game.
As far as the gross-factor, it turns out that backdoor sex with Gods was a bit different than with humans, especially with the right partners. Our bodies healed faster and functioned more efficiently. Without getting into the disgusting details, it was a lot cleaner than it was with humans. On top of that, faerie women are more sensitive than humans. I had been shocked to discover how enjoyable it could be; especially with other areas being simultaneously stimulated. I was so shocked, in fact, that I mentioned it to Isleen, back in the Fire Kingdom.
Ever since I'd stumbled across Isleen with a lover in one of the castle corridors, I'd gone to her with embarrassing sex questions that concerned my feyness. When I asked her about it, she said that the Fey were born to enjoy every pleasure possible; they could be very hedonistic in that respect. But Fire Fey, in particular, were overly passionate and extra sensitive in our erogenous zones.
The Wolf slid out of one of those erogenous zones—making both of us groan—so Kirill could thrust himself inside. I went back to kissing my wolf as Kirill pumped into my sex; getting himself nice and slick. Then he pulled out, and the Wolf smoothly replaced him. That alone threatened to roll my eyes back into my head, but then Kirill gently nudged the tip of himself into my other entrance, and I shivered with need. The Wolf took my ass in his hands again and spread me wider for Kirill as Kirill ran his hands forward to massage my breasts. In the middle of all of this rapturous sensation, Kirill eased his plump tip slowly inside me.
My thighs clenched and my sex tightened around the Wolf as Kirill began a gentle motion that pushed him ever deeper until he was fully encased. I cried out with the wondrous bliss of being filled by two men at once. My body trembled between them as Kirill set his mouth to my shoulder to bite and suck at me there while the Wolf went back to kissing me. Hands digging into flesh, cocks filling me completely, while tongues seared my skin and tangled with my own; I was in heaven.
The men sped up—they had to be the ones to set the pace in this position—and I groaned as my desire increased. That slick sensation of flesh sliding into me, the wet plunge of cocks in clenching passages, had me twitching uncontrollably. The Wolf rolled us again, putting Kirill on the bottom, and I screamed in ecstasy as the Wolf grabbed me by the hips and started slamming furiously into me. Kirill reached down and grabbed me by my knees, lifting my legs up and back toward the bed. My body opened like a flower to my husbands, and they were both able to delve deeper into my petals. I cried out again, but it was muffled by the Wolf's claiming kiss. He growled into my mouth and reached between us to violently rub my clit. The taste of Trevor on my tongue and the scent of aroused lion, wolf, and man in the air added to the gathering pleasure and sent me over the edge.
