“I’m not a Donovan. I’m not from any lineage,” Meaghan reminded him. “At least I remember my parents were normies, so I guess I’m what you call a wild witch. It probably wouldn’t hurt me.”
“But it might. I can’t take that chance.” He cursed, first a few words in Gaelic, then a heartfelt, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She flinched, but he went on. “I was nervous about teaching you magic anyway. I can’t think of anyone else who can do it, but my magic’s so weird.” Kyle sighed over Deck’s words, as if he’d heard this argument before. “I can teach you the basics, but I don’t dare to teach you anything too advanced because I don’t know what would happen. Look at what happened just now. You have an excuse for doing magic accidentally; you’re like a kid just starting training, only you have fully mature powers. But I didn’t mean to call that lightning. Everyone says my magic can’t be trusted. That I can’t be trusted…”
“I trust you.” Meaghan meant it, though she was just getting to know Deck. He talked like he was flaky, and the older Donovans treated him that way, but he felt solid to her. No, not solid, but fluid and secure. Maybe not like other people, but just the way he was supposed to feel.
He kissed the top of her head softly. “Thanks. That means a lot. But you don’t know me very well yet.”
“I know you and I trust you,” Kyle said calmly. “Like I said last night, I trust you with everything I am. Everything.” His words, Meaghan thought, had presence, like the Gaelic spell she’d just learned. Couplespeak, but more than that.
“What do you know about magic anyway?”
“What you’ve taught me. And what you’ve taught me is that you’re more than you admit you are.” Again, loaded words. Almost like a spell, though there was no flicker of magic.
The men turned toward each other. There was a soft, wet sound, and then a fierce, strangled groan. They were kissing, she knew. Maybe touching intimately, hands on each other’s cocks. After all, Kyle was already naked. It wouldn’t take much.
Hot energy danced over Meaghan’s skin where they were still in contact with her. It prickled and tickled, but in a good way. An arousing way, as if each kiss and touch between the two men echoed in her. Her nipples perked up against her borrowed shirt as if Kyle and Deck were each suckling one. And between her legs she swore she could feel a clever finger circling her clit, teasing and tempting, dipping into her wet pussy, then going back to her clit. Not enough to make her come, but enough to arouse and tempt, enough to make her all too aware of her body, her own needs.
She couldn’t help remembering the dreams or visions of Kyle and Deck and her together in the water, the two men taking turns fucking her, buoyed by the ocean. Strong hands, strong cock and a sense of mutual love and need so powerful that she couldn’t believe it was only a fantasy. How could she even know how to fantasize about such a thing, when she knew nothing of love and, she suspected now, little of real desire?
One of the men—Deck, she thought—gently laid a hand on her hip. She wasn’t sure if he was touching her intentionally, but the contact seared, making her feel like something wonderful was dancing on her skin.
But it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t going to do more than tease at a time when Meaghan ached for release as she never had before. And even though she knew how dangerous orgasms could be, especially when magic shimmered in the air around them, her body didn’t care about all the common sense she could muster. Before she could stop herself, she groaned, “Please…”
She clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. The word was released into the air. For a heartbeat, she hoped that maybe Kyle and Deck had been too distracted to hear her.
Then Kyle drew closer, and his arms pulled her close against his body. He smelled strongly of the ocean, and the heat of his damp, bare skin stunned her. His muscles were twitching all over, little, fine movements that she wasn’t sure she’d have been able to perceive if she’d relied on sight. “What do you need?” he whispered, his voice husky and urgent.
While she struggled for words, Deck shifted position to kneel between her legs. One of her hands fluttered almost against her will to rest on Deck’s thigh. Almost against her will, because she hadn’t meant to put her hand there, but once she did, Meaghan no more could have taken it away than she could fly or see. The differences between his skin and Kyle’s smoother, hotter flesh, curiously hairless for someone who had a thick pelt at other times, stunned her so much that she ran her hand up and down Deck’s hairy, deeply muscled leg.
Which was when she realized she was touching his inner thigh, and his damp board shorts were loose enough her hand could slide easily inside the leg opening. His skin, unlike Kyle’s, was chilled from their time in the water, but that accentuated the heat coming off his cock and balls. She had a feeling that if she moved her hand only slightly, she’d touch them. And she was willing to bet they’d be unobstructed by underwear.
“What do you need?” Kyle repeated.
Meaghan’s thoughts were too tangled to answer. Both of you. Better shields so I can dare to enjoy what you seem to be offering. Time. Hope.
Deck answered for her, though, and his response was a pretty damn good guess. “She needs us, lover. The magic takes people that way sometimes. Red magic’s the most primal of all, the one you call on to boost your power when you’re doing something difficult, even if you don’t know you’re doing so, and it demands its due. She worked some pretty heavy magic just now without proper preparation—which was kind of my fault because I had no idea I needed to teach her how to prepare for that level of spell yet. Plus, we all scared ourselves just now and that makes us want to prove we’re still alive. Right, Meaghan?”
She tried to answer, but she couldn’t even manage to speak, so instead she nodded frantically. That was something she hardly ever did. It drove her crazy when other people tried to communicate with a gesture, forgetting she couldn’t see, but she literally couldn’t make a word, even a simple yes, come out of her mouth. That would take breathing and right now that was difficult because her heart was in her throat.
Kyle chuckled in her ear. “Got it. Duals lose words when we’re turned on, but I didn’t know it happened to humans too.”
“Just not to Donovans. We’re congenitally unable to shut up unless our mouths are otherwise occupied.” Deck’s laugh was bigger than Kyle’s—brighter, she wanted to say, if she was using the metaphor correctly. “Like this.”
Deck leaned in and kissed her, one hand behind her head, tangling in her hair, the other on Kyle somewhere and she didn’t know how she knew that, but she did. The first time Deck had kissed her, he’d been feeling bad for her, wanted to show that he cared, and if they’d both ended up turned on by it, she’d figured that was a purely physical reaction. She’d convinced herself it didn’t mean very much, especially when Deck and Kyle went off together that night.
This felt like it meant something.
While Deck kissed her, Kyle slid his hands between their bodies, unzipped her windbreaker and found one of her nipples through her damp shirt.
She couldn’t ever remember her nipples straining this way, as if they were reaching out to meet Kyle’s hand halfway. Shaw had played with them, sucked them, and it felt pleasant enough, but this was different. This was fierce. Without hurting her, Kyle was pinching and twisting, bringing her nipple and her sensations both to a hard peak. Then he swirled more gently over the sensitized flesh, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
And somehow, the rhythm of ferocity and tenderness matched that of Deck’s kiss.
Somehow indeed. Kyle and Deck were lovers. She could taste Kyle’s skin on Deck’s tongue, feel prickles of Deck’s magic along with the caress of fur where Kyle touched her. They might not have been together for long, but they were together, in sync, perhaps more than they understood.
She was rippling like water. She moved her hand higher up Deck’s thigh. An awkward angle,
but he widened his position to accommodate her better, and she was rewarded with puckered, hairy balls and a hard cock. She began to explore as best she could, reaching with her other hand for Kyle. Anything she could reach on Kyle, any contact…but he shifted position so her hand ended up on his crotch. She circled her hand around his thick cock and stroked.
Not because she heard Shaw’s voice in her head reminding her that men had needs and she owed him pleasure as a thanks for years of taking care of her. But because she wanted to touch them, wanted to feel their cocks swell under her touch, wanted to get to know these hard, strong bodies.
Kyle’s cock felt different from Deck’s, different from what she remembered of Shaw’s. Not as smooth, but encased in loose skin. She wasn’t quite sure how to approach it. Her confusion must have shown on her face because Deck’s hand closed gently over hers. “He’s uncut—not circumcised,” Deck whispered. “What you feel is a foreskin, and this is how you handle it.” Deck guided her hand until she got the hang of it.
He was helping her caress his lover while she explored both of them.
It was entirely possible Meaghan’s brain would explode from erotic confusion. But what a way to go.
Her skin felt funny in the most delightful way. Sparkly, like something was dancing across it. Kind of like being in a shower, only it was a shower of carbonated liquid pleasure, the way she thought champagne must taste.
She wanted to be as naked and shameless as Kyle. Wanted to touch and kiss every inch of their delicious bodies. Beyond that, she had no idea what would happen. So many possibilities with two men who also desired each other, and all those possibilities were new to her and tantalizing. And those were only the ones her inexperienced brain could conjure up. She suspected Deck and Kyle could get very creative.
Deck pulled away from her, and to Meaghan it felt like some part of him stayed behind, even after his lips freed hers, his hands released her hair, his body shifted so she could touch his thigh a little, but not stroke his cock. She still felt him where he’d been. Still felt that tingly, bubbly sensation on her lips even though he wasn’t kissing her anymore. Still felt the shape and texture of his cock burned into her palm.
Just a few days ago, she would have taken his withdrawal for rejection, for him realizing that a freak like her wasn’t worth the effort. But Kyle was still half-wrapped around her, still caressing her nipples. And Deck hadn’t really withdrawn. He’d moved a little, but he was still with her in the way that mattered most: his magic was still cuddling hers. She didn’t know why she knew that, when it was something she’d never experienced before. Shaw had forced her magic, made her have seizures, but Deck’s touch on her powers was gentle, even if his hands on her body were pleasantly rough and possessive.
Deck drew a breath. Maybe a sighted person wouldn’t have noticed the intake of air, but he was about to say something. Kyle beat him to it, though. “Bedroom. Now. Need you both naked.”
Deck chuckled, and the sound of his rich laugh moved over Meaghan’s skin like a caress. “Isn’t that my call, Kyle? Seeing that it’s my bedroom and everything.” Kyle muttered something that Meaghan couldn’t make out, and Deck replied, “Of course I was about to say it when you beat me to it, and for us nonfurry types it’s getting cold after the unplanned swim. So—bedroom. Now. Naked. We can get back to arguing about who’s going to teach Meaghan about magic after we’ve had some fun.” Then he paused briefly and added, “If Meaghan agrees.”
She could still remember all the reasons it was a bad idea for her to have an orgasm, but she’d had one last night without problems. She felt safe at Donovan’s Cove. Safe with Deck and Kyle.
And, damn it, she wanted to get off with someone she actually liked involved.
Even if she decided she didn’t dare to let herself come, she wanted to enjoy the guys. Please them. Even just be with them, enjoying their energy while they fucked or sucked or whatever two men might do together. “Yes!” she exclaimed, a little more vehemently than she meant to.
Speaking her mind, saying what she wanted so openly, was a thrill in itself. Her whole life had encouraged her to be passive. Certainly Shaw had wanted her passive in bed, taking his direction but never instigating, not even when he’d gotten her to the point she craved his touch.
When she finally said no to the Agency, had it broken her passivity in all areas? She wanted to explore that thought further.
But not right now. Because Kyle and Deck were taking her hands and helping her up.
Kyle rustled around briefly—putting his shorts on, she surmised. Then he put one arm around her shoulder, the other under her ass. “Put your arms around my neck,” he said. She obeyed—not without thinking, like she might have once, but because she couldn’t think of a good reason not to obey and a whole bunch to do so.
Especially since he might not be naked anymore, but he was close to naked, his chest bare where she rested against him and warm and utterly delicious.
He swept her off her feet as if she weighed nothing, and, as she giggled and clung to him, began to walk.
To the house. To Deck’s bedroom.
The room felt spacious. It was warm after being outside, especially after their time in the water. She could tell a window was open, though, because a cool, damp sea-scented breeze played across Meaghan’s skin. She shivered from pleasure at the ocean’s remote touch. Remembering her dream of making love with Kyle and Deck in the arms of the ocean, she shivered again as unfamiliar sensations that wanted to become familiar filled her.
Deck must have noticed, because he said, “I’ll close the window if it’s too cold.”
Meaghan and Kyle almost simultaneously said, “Don’t.” Meaghan was intrigued by how the confident Kyle sounded almost pleading, where she managed to sound like she had some authority. Or maybe it was just that she had confidence that the guys would take her opinions into consideration.
“Duh. Should have known with you two.” Deck laughed as he spoke. By now Meaghan expected him to laugh more often than not. She was half in love with that laugh of his, big and physical, almost tactile. It seduced her to chuckle along with him.
She was still in Kyle’s arms, snuggled against his body. Disorienting and wonderful at the same time, to be held above the floor in a strange place, held by a man whose touch was fur-coated even when it wasn’t, and to be laughing. Laughing like she hadn’t a care in the world.
As soon as she thought hadn’t a care in the world, though, all her very real terrors crushed in on her.
She shook her head and made herself keep laughing, made herself focus on Kyle’s strong arms supporting her, Deck’s laugh buoying her. Made herself focus on the moment. On being with two wonderful, caring men who, against all odds, desired her. On working magic earlier, even if it hadn’t all been on purpose. On experiencing great new adventures.
Hell, on being here at all, in a room that smelled of ocean and, faintly, of sex.
Kyle set her on her feet. “Gotta get you out of those wet clothes,” he muttered, starting to do so. Deck joined in and together the two men undressed her. Most of her sodden borrowed layers were a little too big, so they came off easily. The wet jeans fought them, but they were too big as well for her, so even wet they slipped off without too much fuss.
She’d been dressed and undressed often enough in the hospital, usually when she was weakened by a seizure, but this was entirely different. In the hospital it was functional on her nurse’s part, an embarrassment on hers, one more reminder that she wasn’t quite normal.
Now she wished she had more clothes on, layers and layers of complicated clothes with buttons and hooks and zippers, so she could enjoy their hands on her, really appreciate the way they worked together on this sensual task. She’d had no idea that fabric, even cold, wet fabric, shifting on her skin could feel so good, that someone smoothing her long, damp hair after a shirt was pulled over her head was both
tender and erotic. No idea that air brushing on newly bared skin could make her feel so exposed in such a good way.
Something occurred to her as she reveled in the air on her skin. “Why aren’t I freezing? That water was cold, but I feel fine now.”
“Water magic helps, and I’m giving you a little extra energy to warm you.” Deck rubbed her with a fluffy towel as he spoke, chafing her skin. She took it from his hands to wrap it around her hair.
Then she said, “We don’t want you to get cold. Do we, Kyle? So we’d better get you out of your wet clothes too.” Deck made a little, unconvincing noise of protest as Kyle took her hands and helped her find the hem of Deck’s wet shirt.
Kyle counted to three, and they pulled it off together. Kyle did most of the work because he could see what he was doing, but she enjoyed taking action, enjoyed Deck’s playful protests.
She didn’t need help getting his board shorts off, but Kyle helped anyway. But before she could explore Deck’s body, the two men worked in concert. They picked her up and deposited her on the bed so she was leaning on the wall, against a pile of pillows. The bed was rumpled, the soft sheets wrinkled under her smelled of Deck and Kyle together. The towel had fallen off her, but Deck ran his hand over her head. She tingled all over, including her scalp, and suddenly her hair dried. Very practical use of water magic. She’d have to learn that spell. She’d have to learn a lot of spells. And she’d have to deal with Deck being nervous about teaching her.
Later. Now she had more urgent things to think about. It wasn’t as though she’d dare to do much magic when she felt like her skin was catching fire anyway. Who knows what distraction might make her do?
Naked, she stretched on the rumpled bed, hoping that the movement looked sexy. She’d never given much thought to how she looked, since she couldn’t see herself. Certainly Shaw hadn’t cared about her looks, just her visions. But she wanted to look good for Kyle and Deck.
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