“Oh, Maeve, ye’ve no idea how happy this makes me.”
“I know,” I tell him, my own voice husky.
He kisses me, softly once, then with more passion behind it. I kiss back, celebrating. By the next twenty-four hours we’ll be out of danger and pack on track to the happy ever after I’ve been dreaming of.
Finn lifts me onto the bed and lays me down, parting my legs and pushing up my skirt. The creak of the door halts him just as he discovers I’m not wearing panties.
“Is this a private party?” Nero asks, still in his full demon glory. “Or can a demon join in?”
I look at Finn and the shock on his face melts quickly, though I can see he’s less than comfortable around Nero. I don’t blame him. I sit up and frown at my demon lover. “If you’re going to join us, at least look human.”
He smirks before shifting into Finn’s form. Making my human lover curse softly under his breath and jump back a little from the bed. “Jesus fecking Christ. Would ye look at that?”
Nero snorts. “Is this better fer ye, Maeve?”
My face flushes at the thought of two versions of Finn in bed with me at once. I know Nero enjoys playing into every kink he finds for me, but I can tell this is weird for Finn.
“Nero,” I scold, as he pulls me up and wraps his tattooed arms around me.
“Now, now,” he tells me, in Finn’s deliciously musical voice, “I’m sure yer human mate doesn’t mind indulging ye on this, as long as it’s something ye want.”
“Diabolical,” Finn murmurs, looking himself over in shock.
“It’s okay...” I start, about to tell Nero to shift into our old favorite form when Finn’s shocked gaze rises to meet my stare. He’s stunned, but not freaked out. Could this really be about to happen?
Nero clears his throat, his gaze moving to Finn as his hands lift my skirt to rest on my naked ass. “Are ye in or out?”
“Who am I to deny the woman two gorgeous men at once?” Finn asks, a wry smile forming as he shakes his head. “This is a mind-fuck an’ a half, ye know, but I can’t say I’m not interested.”
I tug on the collar of Finn’s shirt and bring him in for a kiss. Nero moves away and I quickly discover the reason for his absence as the sleeves fall from my dress. Don’t ask me where he got a knife. He’s probably using his demon nails, partially shifting to rip my clothing to pieces like he used to love doing in hell. My dress drifts to the ground, hesitating around my hips before Nero helps it along further.
I shiver at the light breeze the removal of the garment causes to move over my body. Finn’s hands fall to my naked breasts, his fingers caressing my nipples into stiff peaks as his tongue invades my mouth. I feel Nero’s hands on me from behind, moving from my hips to my sides as if he’s getting me into position. They disappear quickly, and I gasp the moment I feel his lips on my lower back, kissing me softly right before his fingers push inside me. He uses both hands, forcing me open wide and making me incredibly wet.
My moans make Finn break our embrace. He watches my face as I gasp and shudder under Nero’s touch. My knees tremble and Finn bends to run his tongue across my nipples, before he sucks his index finger into his mouth and runs the lubricated digit over my clit. I shudder harder, holding on to him tightly. He leans in to whisper, “He might be fucking ye right now, but I’m going to make ye come, Maeve.”
He strokes my swollen nub while Nero fingers my cunt almost viciously with his hands, opening me wide and fucking me hard. The combination of hard and soft, pain and pleasure, is what pushes me soaring over the edge. I cry out as I come, making Finn smirk mildly Nero-like in satisfaction. Did they switch places somehow while I wasn’t looking? I don’t even care. This is too much fun.
“Will someone please fuck me now?” I beg, my cunt contracting as Nero removes his hands.
“We both will,” Nero says, sucking on his fingers as I turn his way.
Finn lifts me onto the bed. “And how is that going to work, exactly?” he asks, apparently more comfortable with his mirror image now as he strips off.
Nero allows his clothes to dissolve, making Finn jump back.
“Holy feck. What can’t this guy here do?”
Nero smirks. He lays down in front of me and pulls my leg up over his hip. “You’ll need to keep this leg raised, Maeve. So we can both get in.”
I stare at him, gazing into his eyes. “Both?”
“You stretched to take my demon cock. I’m sure you can take two human cocks at once without too much trouble.”
“Will this position work?” I ask, only because I’ve never tried it. Dean and Damon prefer standing positions when the three of us are together, but I’ve never known a human man to prefer that so I guess it’s a vampire thing.
“We’re about to find out,” Finn whispers, kissing my neck as he comes in behind me. He rubs the head of his cock against my slick opening. With my leg raised the way it is, I feel so exposed to them both.
I see Nero rubbing his hand down the length of his shaft as Finn’s cock penetrates me, making me moan in anticipation. He strokes my breast as he thrusts in all the way.
“Now what?” I whisper, my gaze on Nero.
He produces a bottle of lubricant out of thin air. I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Limitless, Maeve,” he reminds me, getting his wet fingers soaked and running them all over his cock. Finn’s cock. I gaze at the tattooed arm wrapped around my chest, and back at the other one which slides up and down a mirror image of the cock that’s already buried deep inside my cunt.
“Holy hell, I’m fucking identical twins,” I blurt out, making Finn chuckle close to my ear.
“Almost,” he teases me, “I’m the original here, an’ don’t forget it.”
Nero rubs lubricant into my cunt, his fingers pushing in front of Finn’s shaft. He grins as he removes his fingers and pushes the head of his cock into place. “There’s one difference,” he reminds me, holding my leg elevated as he thrusts all the way inside.
I gasp out a breath, wondering why the hell I’ve never done this before. It’s intense. Even more so than when I took Nero’s demon cock for hours until he got me pregnant.
“Doesn’t feel any different to me,” Finn teases, though his voice is a little strained. The way it gets if he talks when he’s close to coming.
It feels incredible for me. I have no idea how it feels for them.
“Thrust when I do,” Nero demands of Finn, making me gasp with every movement.
When they start to rock inside me, I start to see stars. Oh hell. I’m going to come so damn soon.
“What’s the difference,” I gasp out, wanting Nero to explain himself.
He smirks at me. “Just wait.”
I’m about to complain when he leans in and kisses me, stealing my breath. Finn’s fingers pinch my nipple softly, applying just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure through me with each nip.
The fullness they create inside me together is unmatched by anything I’ve ever experienced, at least until Nero’s cock begins to swell. Finn curses softly at my ear as Nero pushes us both over the brink of ecstasy. I come, moaning into Nero’s mouth as Finn grunts and thrusts before he spills out of me from behind.
Nero grins as Finn moves back and he moves to pin me to be bed face up as his cock continues to swell inside me.
“What in the bleedin’ hell was that then?” Finn asks, his gaze on his mirror image.
“It’s something his cock just does,” I tell him, my face flushing as Nero looks down at me, thrusting slowly as he becomes locked inside me.
“It’s how demons mate,” Nero tells him. “It doesn’t stop once we make a child.”
“You could have warned me,” I tell him, still awash from the afterglow of my climax.
“What fun would that be?” he asks.
Finn lays down at my side, his hand running over my stomach, fingers dipping to my clit.
“He can fuck ye, but I’ll be the one to make ye come.”
/>
His lips pepper kisses over my shoulder and chest as he begins to stroke me, working in perfect tandem with Nero as he screws me slowly with this fully expanded cock.
I come again, and I know it’s not going to be the last time today. Nero’s cock stays swollen after he comes, and I reach down to discover Finn’s cock is ready to go again.
“Okay,” I tell my men. “Get ready to move. I want to try something.”
Nero manages to maneuver us to have me on my hands and knees while he stays inside me from behind. Finn moves under us and I lower myself down to take his straining length into my mouth.
“Feck,” Finn whispers. “Yer too good at that.”
I ignore his weak protest and begin drinking down every inch of his long shaft, relaxing my throat and burying him to the hilt. Nero thrusts into me slowly while I devour Finn’s shaft, until we find the perfect rhythm together.
Nero’s hands stay on my hips, rocking me onto him whenever I start to buck away. He groans and I wonder if he’s close.
“Yer goin’ to make me come, Maeve,” Finn murmurs, his hands stroking through my hair.
He isn’t complaining, just warning me that I’m going to have a mouthful soon. I feel Nero spill inside me, his thrusts slowing just as Finn’s come fills my mouth. I drink it down and move back as the swelling goes down on Nero’s cock and he pulls out.
“That was…” Nero trails off, looking down at me.
I sit up, wiping at my wet lips. “What is it?”
He shakes his head, shifting back to his true form. “I didn’t imagine sharing you would be so exciting. Finding you with lovers, I was furious. Then I was envious. I didn’t think it could be like this.”
“Like what?” I ask, as he leans in to kiss me.
“Like some strange kind of heaven.” He smiles. “You could have let the hell hound take me and you refused. You’re an exceptional woman, Maeve. I’m lucky to call you my mate. I couldn’t have found a better mother for my child.”
I smile, and then it hits me. Nero doesn’t know about the other baby. “Yeah, about that…”
Finn sits up, kissing me on the shoulder, and murmurs, “Good luck.”
He gets up and dresses quickly, leaving the room and closing the door over.
“What was that?” Nero asks me, his red eyes unblinking.
“We’re dealing with a double pregnancy here,” I tell him, holding out my hand.
He helps me up from the bed, shock in his expression. “Twins?”
“Not really. Well, kind of,” I say, shaking my head. “I’ll just start over. I’m having your baby, but I’m also having Finn’s baby too.”
His mouth opens and closes again. He doesn’t seem to know what to say.
“It was a shock to me too,” I assure him, getting on my toes to kiss his cheek.
“But he’s human…”
“That’s right,” I confirm, shrugging as I look around before realizing my dress is ruined. I’ll need another one. And probably a shopping trip soon using casino funds since I can’t seem to put clothes on without ruining them lately.
“This is…” Nero trails off again, shaking his head.
“It’s unexpected,” I say, “but everything lately has been. We’ll figure things out as we go.”
All we have to do is hope that Sirius comes back within the next twenty hours or so. My nerves come back as I find a dress and decide to wash up before putting it on.
Nero is still standing in his true form in the bedroom, looking a little lost when I come back into the room in my new dress.
I take his hand and lead him into the living room area of the suite where everyone else is gathered, sitting around waiting for us all to be let off the hook.
This would be one of those I could use a drink scenarios, but considering my current condition, it’s more of a sit down and try not to panic too much situations now.
“What kind of time do we have?” I ask, as I sit.
Nero shifts form to look like Damon, who seems to find it mildly amusing.
“Just under twenty hours,” Dean informs me.
“Okay,” I say, trying to relax. I touch my stomach, sending good fortune to my unborn children. This is all going to turn out well. We’ve been lucky so far. That’s going to continue.
Sirius doesn’t come back within twenty-four hours. None of us have slept. My men tried to convince me to take some rest, for the sake of the babies, if nothing else. I just couldn’t do it. I ate a little, here and there. Damon gave me a neck massage and Finn rubbed my feet. A few happy sighs were as relaxed as I got.
“What are we going to do?” I ask Nero, wondering how it’s going to happen. When.
Will one of us just vanish? Suddenly transported to hell to await trial? I shiver at the thought of it. I’ll do whatever I can to escape, but the not knowing is killing me right now.
“I’ll take care of it,” Nero tells me, looking as if he’s ready and willing to kill someone. He’s still wearing Damon’s body and he acts like a bossier version of my vampire lover which Damon finds highly amusing.
Whatever happens tonight, we have each other. I know this. I feel it when I look around the room. All four of these men are in this for the long haul. None of us will stand down for anyone or anything.
The portal to hell opens close to midnight, in the centre of the room. A body tumbles out and it closes, leaving a broken, beaten half-naked man on the carpet. I rush over to his side, wincing at the condition of this poor soul.
“Maeve, get back,” Dean warns, touching my shoulder.
I shake his hand off, alongside his warning. Though he’s barely recognizable, my heart breaks when I realize I’m looking at Sirius. His breathing is shallow, the eye I can see from this angle swollen shut. His fair hair is marred with blood and soot. His body scored and marked with large bruises and deeply gouged cuts.
“How is he alive?” Finn asks quietly.
“Who is he?” Damon puts in, concern in his tone.
My vision blurs as I look up. “This is my fault.”
I asked Sirius to go against protocol for me. He did, and this is the result. Beaten half to death, and thrown out of the only life he’s ever known.
He coughs a little, swallows as he tries to get up and fails. I try to help him, but Damon and Dean cut in to lift him to his feet and set him down on one of the sofas. He can’t keep himself upright. I sit down next to him and let him lay his head on my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry,” I tell him, stroking his face gently. There isn’t even a patch of skin that isn’t colored with bruises on his sore face. I only realize I’m crying when I feel the tears drip down my cheeks.
“My choice,” he whispers. “It was worth it.”
“Stay with us,” Damon says, as the eye that’s less swollen closes.
He’s dying. I can feel it. I can’t let it happen. I brush good fortune over him with my fingers until the well runs dry. All I have left is the bad for now. I’ll save that up for when I meet whoever did this to him.
“We can’t let him die,” I say, not sure if he has much time left.
“I’ve called Anna,” Dean tells me, putting his phone into his pocket. “She’ll be here soon. She’ll help him.”
Anna. The witch. I relax a little, wiping at my tears.
My heart is hammering when she arrives, teleporting into the room and moving toward us quickly. She ushers us out of the way, and lays Sirius down on his back.
“Is not hell hound,” she pronounces, frowning at him. She chants a few words in her native tongue and sighs loudly. “Nothing to do about this. Is human now. Immune to magic. Part of contract he signed.”
It takes a moment for the words she’s speaking to penetrate. Then I realize. He did it. He got his bosses to accept my request, but they did so at a price. He had to become human to live on this earth. As soon as he agreed, they punished him for his decision.
“Call an ambulance. We need to get him to a hospital.”
/> Eight days and a lot of anxious waiting around later, and Sirius is awake and in recovery. Finn came with me to pick him up from the hospital. He didn’t look great, still, but he was doing so much better. His bruises were fading. The swelling around his eyes was gone. He was still on pain meds and would be for quite a while. Broken ribs take some time to heal. The doctors dealt with the internal bleeding and swelling, the things that would have killed him.
“The sun’s so bright,” he comments, squinting as he looks out of the window.
Finn is driving and I’m in the backseat with our savior. The man who almost died to help me keep my family together. These last few days spent visiting him, seeing the devotion in his gaze and feeling the strength of spirit it took to pull him through, I already know he owns a piece of my heart. The last piece, because despite what Nero seems to think, my love isn’t boundless.
I’ll protect what’s mine, at any cost. He did the same and he barely knew me when he made that decision. It tells me everything I need to know.
“You’ll get used to it,” I tell him, squeezing his hand.
He smiles briefly, then clears his throat. “Listen, I know you said what you needed to say to me before to make sure you kept your family together. You don’t need to be nice to me now that everything’s worked out.”
It’s going to take him a while to get it, I know. He’s so used to deception.
“Sirius, you’ll never know how grateful I am for what you did, but it’s not why I like you now. You did something selfless, something that got you hurt. Something that almost killed you. You made a huge sacrifice, and it makes you a far better man than any of the stupid assholes who hurt you in hell.”
“It wasn’t entirely selfless,” he confesses, not looking me in the eye. “I saw what your lovers had with you. I wanted it badly enough to risk everything. I knew I might die. I didn’t care. Not if I got the chance to be closer to you.”
He tries to withdraw his hand from mine. I clasp my other hand over it.
“I think you were the one sent to me for a reason Sirius. It was fate.” It had to be, didn’t it? Not every hell hound would have done what he had. Most of them would have laughed at my insane proposal. He was already primed and ready to grab hold of it with both hands.
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