With a roar, Slate pulled out and emptied across my back, his hand working himself feverishly. I sighed and settled more fully atop Darc while someone tossed Slate a towel. He cleaned me off, and I rolled to the side, snuggling against my husband for a moment before he eased away. Darc lifted my hand and kissed it before slipping off the bed.
“I'll get some water for us,” Darc offered as he headed out of the room.
I thanked him absently as Gage moved up beside me. He laid on his side, facing me, and gently drew his hand down my arm while he leaned forward to kiss me. His musky scent replaced Darc's and Slate's, turning my thoughts from stone and water to feathers and fur. My hand slid over Gage's bulging bicep and up into his lion's mane of hair. I grabbed a fistful and used it to pull him down for a kiss as he slid his arms around me and moved us closer together. His hand traced the curve of my hip down to my knee, then hooked my knee over his leg, opening me to him. The same hand slid back up and between my thighs to gently tickle my sex with his fingertips.
Behind me, Banning moved into place, sandwiching me between two hard bodies. I sighed and wriggled, luxuriating in the feel of them cradling me. Banning's hair fell across my shoulder in a silky caress as he bent his head to my throat. His fangs sank into my skin like tiny daggers coated in desire. I went wild with Gage, my mouth slashing and teeth nipping. He groaned and matched my heat. Banning started to drink and his ardent sucking seemed to pull on my sex as if a line ran straight from it to his mouth. Banning growled and sucked harder. His hips jerked forward and he began to rub his pulsing length between the cheeks of my ass. I ground back and forth between Banning's cock and Gage's, teasing myself and them with glancing touches.
“Enough of this,” Gage snarled and shoved inside me.
With a firm grip on my thigh, Gage started savagely thrusting. He leaned back to get a better angle, his thick shaft driving deep. Banning slid an arm over my chest to possessively grab my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple. He didn't try to enter me beyond his bite and when he had his fill of blood, he licked the blood from my throat and released me.
“I'll wait and take you alone,” Banning whispered as he moved back.
Gage immediately made use of Banning's retreat and rolled me onto my back. He grabbed my thighs and lifted them, hooking my knees over his arms so that when he leaned forward, they went with him, up and out to the sides. With me utterly bared to him, Gage went even more savage, his body bucking into mine and bashing me back into the pillows. I cried out as the pleasure rose to consume me, my body clenching around his cock and my skin shivering with the building climax.
“Not yet,” Gage said and slowed, then bent his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. He lifted his face to whisper into my ear, “I'll tell you when you can come.”
“Wicked man,” I whined as I tried to grind up against him.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said again and angled me onto my side; one of my legs went between his and the other up onto his shoulder. “Not yet.”
Gage grabbed my hip for leverage as he pumped even deeper. I cried out. He quickened the pace. I clawed at the bed, my breasts bouncing with every thrust and my hair a wild mess around me. The pleasure built like water behind a dam. I couldn't hold on any longer. Gage increased his speed to a rapid slapping. I moaned in pleasure that was nearly agony.
“Now!” Gage roared.
I shrieked with the power of my climax as he emptied into me, my body taking all he had to give as if starving for him. Gage went rigid and jerked three times, each shove filling me more. When he was spent, he slipped out of me, the motion making us both shiver. He lowered my leg and dropped to the bed beside me, a wide grin on his face.
“I love you, Mate,” Gage whispered before giving me one more kiss.
“I love you too,” I murmured as he slipped away.
Then Banning was behind me again, this time sliding into my sex. He grabbed me around my waist and rolled onto his back so that I was straddling him but facing away. The men watching—including Darc, who had returned with the promised water—made appreciative sounds as I began to slam down on Banning. His hands went to my ass—squeezing and spreading as I pumped steadily. He was soon tensing beneath me, groaning into his release.
I fell forward onto my hands and looked up at Declan with a grin while Banning slipped out of me. As Banning moved away—his hands trailing over my ass—Declan knelt before me. I stared up Declan's trim and tight torso to his stunning face. He smiled adoringly at me and brushed the hair back from my temples.
Declan's hand trailed down to brush a thumb across my lips. “So unbelievably beautiful,” he murmured.
Torin's touch trailed over my back as I bent to take Declan into my mouth. Declan's amazing taste hit my tongue like whiskey and I moaned in delight as I tightened my lips around him. He bracketed my face with his hands and urged me down his shaft while gently easing into me. During this erotic decadence, Torin settled between my legs, his hands parting me and then his sex slipping into mine. His first shove sent me forward onto Declan. Declan bent over me and grabbed my waist as Torin took my hips, and the men began to shove me back and forth onto each other.
Once again, I went still and let the men have their way—it was just easier sometimes and utterly necessary at others. This was an easier time; I could have helped them but why should I, when I could relax and enjoy myself? With Declan sliding over my tongue and Torin thrusting into my core, I was in heaven. I closed my eyes and savored every sensation. It felt as if I'd been made for this—to love these men passionately. Some women might find it too much or too exhausting but with my immortal healing and stamina, I loved every second of our group lovemaking. In fact, I was anticipating a second round.
Declan straightened and cried out. He shoved himself deeper as his body tightened. With thoughts of a long night of wild sex driving me to even greater arousal, I sucked down Declan's release. Declan drew back and sprawled before me, his fingers trailing over my mouth lovingly. I nipped at his fingertips and he gave me a satiated smile. Propping his head on his bent arm, Declan settled in to watch—and occasionally reach out to fondle my breast—as Torin slammed into me from behind. Body tensing for yet another orgasm, I glanced around at all of my amazing men and smiled blissfully. Life couldn't get much better than this.
But as I came with screaming intensity and Torin shouted my name, a pair of exotic, turquoise eyes filled my mind.
Chapter Fifty-Four
I stared down at the blue coral pendant, then laid it determinedly in my jewelry box and closed the lid. I had wasted an entire, pathetic month carrying that thing around, hoping that Verin might change his mind and use it to find me—fantasizing about him appearing before me, then dropping to his knees to beg me to take him back. A month of dreaming of gardens under the sea and the birds that lived within them. I'd distracted myself with queenly duties, wedding plans, and my beautiful, understanding men. Lots of great distractions. Slate and I now had a flavor for our wedding cake—chantilly, a color theme—red, and a playlist—mostly chosen by me. I'd also chosen my dress, or the style, rather. It was currently being sewn by a team of Kitsune seamstresses.
As for Eleanor, the Witches had searched her room at Coven Cay, her apartment in Slate's zone, and her private island. They'd found your typical psycho-stalker collection of paraphernalia—photographs of Slate, pieces of his clothing, even an old toothbrush. With your average woman, this would have been disturbing but in the hands of a witch, these items were dangerous. They were direct links to Slate and could have been used to enchant him. Which leads me to the other thing they found—a complicated charm crafted with a scarf I thought I'd lost at Slate's place and—of all things—a towel. The witch investigators found Lóng DNA on the towel. I could only conclude that Eleanor snatched it after Verin took a shower in the Zone—that time he'd been hit by an explosion of blood and assassin pieces (long story). Eleanor's charm not only reinforced Vivian's spell but also added obsessive sexual aspects to it, confirming my suspicions that Eleanor had messed with our libidos.
Anyway, Eleanor was proven guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt—her body buried on her island instead of in the witch graveyard on Coven Cay—and Vivian was fully exonerated. Vivian examined both Verin and me—at separate times by his request—to make sure there were no lingering spell symptoms. She determined that we were love-spell-free. If only I was free of my love for Verin as well.
My guys had been great about it. No one spoke Verin's name, not ever, and they tried to keep things cheerful around me. Very understanding, considering everything that happened. A few days ago, Gage suggested that we go to my house in Hawaii for a mini-vacation, and I eagerly agreed. We'd spent the last two days exploring the island and relaxing on my private stretch of beach, but that morning we decided to invite Sara, Cerberus, and his girlfriend Freya over for a barbecue.
They were all downstairs in the backyard, grilling, swimming, drinking, and playing cards. Sara doesn't leave Tír na nÓg often—hell, she doesn't leave the Kyanite Kingdom often—so I was thrilled to get her out of the realm for awhile. I was even more thrilled to see her enjoying herself.
I smiled to myself as I watched a shrieking Sara run away from Gage, who had a super soaker in his hands and was shooting her with saltwater. Cerberus was manning the grill with a pair of extra-large tongs that didn't look so big in his hands while his girlfriend lounged in the sun nearby, sipping a daiquiri. Freya looked amazing in her string bikini—her generous curves threatening to snap the strings at any second. Cer kept shooting glances her way as if he were half hoping and half dreading that very event. We'd set up a few folding tables on the grass and propped some umbrellas over them so I couldn't see all of my guys, but I knew they were down there with beers and playing cards in their hands. All in all, it was a very satisfying scene.
