A light touch on her chin brought her attention to him. “Ryan’s letting me be your first. I used to become annoyed when I perceived he was ‘taking care of me, seeing to it that I got what I needed. But this time, I’m just grateful.”
Questions burst to life in her mind and then fell silent when Jeremy kissed her. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to her side and pulling her into his embrace. The seduction of his tongue, silkily sliding against her own, and the heat of his naked flesh pressed close to hers overwhelmed her with sensations. Her arousal burst into flames, hungry, questing flames that demanded to be fed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself even closer to him. She felt the hot, hard presence of his cock against her stomach. Her hips writhed, an instinctive dance, as they searched for that erection so very close, yet so far away.
“Easy, little tiger. I want you to come first.” He laid her flat and kissed a path down her body. He squeezed one breast in his hand while he licked and then suckled her other nipple into his hot mouth.
Meghan moaned as the flames of her arousal began to grow higher and hotter. Her hands caressed his head, pressing him closer to her nipple as she arched her back. He made sounds of pleasure against her breast, and then one hand caressed down her body to brush the tiny strip of hair above her pussy.
His seeking fingers found her slit, separated her folds, and toyed with the opening they guarded.
“You’re so wet, baby.” Jeremy met her gaze as he let his fingers play there.
She shivered when he touched her clit. I was sure mine was broken. She’d never been so grateful to be wrong in her life.
Then he inserted a finger inside her. She felt a nudge and a twinge of pain.
Jeremy sucked in a breath. “Do you have any idea what the thought of being your first does to me?” He stretched up and placed a kiss on her lips. “It wouldn’t have mattered, not one bit, if you’d had lovers. But this...this gift! It inflames me and humbles me at the same time.”
She didn’t know if he expected her to answer him or not. But before she could even think of what she would say, he slithered down her body, made a place for himself between her legs, and then shot her a grin that made her want to smile right back at him.
“I think this is going to be even better than chocolate chip cookies and ice cream.”
What an odd thing to say. And then Meghan cried out with the sharpness of the pleasure as Jeremy put his lips and tongue to work on her pussy.
The flames of her arousal roared, stealing her breath and her thoughts as they shot her high and then higher still. Tiny little explosions of sensation rocked her body and her world, and the promise of something beautiful beckoned. Megan arched her back as every muscle in her body tensed, as if braced for...
“Jeremy!” Reality shattered, her black and white world suddenly awash in colors so brilliant, so glittering, they had to be born of magic. This was the purest magic, the greatest power she’d ever encountered. Wave after electric wave of bliss shuddered through her, taking over every single atom of her being. Heart pounding, breath rasping, Meghan felt totally overwhelmed and completely sated.
Jeremy kissed his way up her body and then lay down on top of her. She felt his cock—his latex-covered cock—nestle between her very wet folds. The scent of her musk on his face drew her. She opened her eyes to encounter his very hot gaze.
“As I drank your orgasm, I wished I had a condom handy and then I had one on.” He grinned. “I’m liking this whole ‘think things into existence thing.’”
“Mmm.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and then, because it felt natural to do so, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “But some things are better if you just do them yourself.” And she rolled her hips to caress his cock with her pussy, just to prove her point.
His cockhead brushed her clit, and she shivered. His face glistened with her juices. She licked her lips, letting him know she needed to taste them, together.
Meghan saw the flare of heat in Jeremy’s gaze. There was no mistaking that he understood what she wanted and that what she wanted turned him on.
He lowered his face toward hers. Meghan accepted the offer, stretched up, and kissed him. Musky, salty, and unbelievably erotic, she drank down her own nectar wrapped in his flavor. The combination reawakened her arousal, setting it burning once more.
Jeremy continued to kiss her, his tongue’s movements slow and sexy. She felt one hand slide under her bottom and the other under her shoulders.
Then he moved his hips, and the tip of his cock began to penetrate her body.
Just a little sting, baby, just this once. His words echoed in her mind, an apologetic warning as he brushed against her hymen and then pushed through it.
She jolted with the pain, sharp but not unexpected. It began to fade almost instantly.
Jeremy held himself inside her and lifted his head. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. Having you inside me feels so good.” She turned her head to look at Ryan. He lay facing them, his head propped up on his hand, the expression on his face rapt. “I’m going to need to feel you inside me, too.”
“This is your first time. We should let your body heal, first.”
“No.” She softened her refusal with a smile that felt more than a little self-deprecating. “I need you both more than anything.”
“My little tiger.” Jeremy grinned. “You’re so fierce, and so convinced you’re always right.”
She grinned back. “I’m only convinced of it when I am. Now, Jeremy...let’s get back to less talk and more action.” And to underscore her words, she flexed her inner muscles to squeeze his cock.
He inhaled sharply, and then he flexed his cock inside her. “I’ll be careful, love.”
“You can be if you want to. I won’t.” No, she’d never had sex before, but the need to be wild and wanton nearly took her over. So the moment Jeremy began to thrust in her, she thrust back. He growled and pulled her closer, his movements slow, steady, and strong.
Meghan discovered that having a plan and enacting it while her lover fucked her were two totally different things. Thoughts disintegrated. All that existed was the wonderful fullness, the friction of his cock moving in and out of her body, and the tingling extra thrill of Jeremy’s groin brushing her clit on every second pass. Ryan was right there, too, and that thrilled her beyond reason.
Need raced through her, the need not just to come again but the need to make Jeremy experience, in turn, the magic he’d shared with her. So she used her inner muscles to squeeze his cock then combed the fingers of both hands through his hair and pulled him down for another kiss.
His passion grew, betrayed by the tremor that wracked him and the way his cock seemed to grow within her. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own. Unable to contain her hunger, she moaned into his mouth and rejoiced when he growled and gave her the hot, hard pounding she craved.
Her orgasm exploded out of her, making her tear her mouth from his as she screamed her release. The electric thrill of it held her in thrall, as each new spasm of ecstasy shot deeper, lasted longer, and fed her need for more and more and more. Jeremy plunged deep, held himself still, and gave his own shout of triumph.
Inside her, in the spot his condom-covered cock pressed, she felt the pulsing heat of his climax and knew she’d given him that pleasure. It’s more than just a climax. This was a part of making love she hadn’t guessed at. Meghan felt the soul-deep satisfaction of having pleasured her lover and, now, of holding that lover within the cradle of her body while he recovered.
She ran her hands up and down his back, enjoying the sensation of his hot skin cooling, of his perspiration against her flesh. This was as real as anything she’d ever experienced, and she couldn’t wait to do it again.
Jeremy lifted his head and met her gaze. His smile, slow, soft, and sexy, was a finer tribute than a hundred words of praise could ever be.
He leaned down and kissed her. That was slow, soft, and sex
y, too. Then he lifted his head. “I didn’t hurt you too much?”
“No. It was wonderful. I knew it would hurt, a little. But it really did ease up very quickly.”
Just then Ryan reached over and stroked her arm. “Do I have to apologize for tuning in to be sure you were all right at that moment?”
She turned to look at him. She had thought she’d felt him with her alongside Jeremy but, in all honesty, hadn’t known if it was because they were, both of them, destined to be her mates, or not.
“No. You can feel free to ‘tune in’ to me any time you want to.” She reached out to him and smiled when he took her hand and brought it to his lips.
Maybe she was being naïve again, but at that moment, she couldn’t think of a situation that would call for her to hide her inner thoughts from these two men.
She looked back at Jeremy. “That goes for you, too.”
That lover frowned. He opened his mouth, and she forestalled whatever he’d been going to say by placing her finger across his lips. “I don’t expect you to reciprocate. Not until you want to.”
“You’re too damn generous.” Jeremy kissed her again. “Please don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He eased his body away from her and left the bedroom. Cool air caressed her wetness, and in that instant, she felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.
Ryan turned her face toward him. “Give him time.” He didn’t explain that, just lowered his head and kissed her. She gave herself over to the moment, letting herself sink into his kiss.
He lifted his head as his brother returned.
She turned her head, but Jeremy’s attention was focused on her pussy. He carried a washcloth and towel—and the sudden realization of why he needed those brought embarrassment on its heels, an emotion she reacted to by closing her legs.
“No, little tiger.”
She met his gaze. “Relax and let me take care of you.”
With a touch that felt infinitely gentle, Jeremy did just that. She caught the flash of red and would have stressed over the intimacy of the moment. Intimacy while aroused was one thing, but this would seem to be outside their one-day-at-a time approach.
And then he was done. Instead of getting off the bed to return the cloths to the bathroom, he sent them there—or somewhere because all she felt was his power just before they vanished from her sight.
Ryan didn’t give her another moment to think about anything else. He simply lifted her and laid her on top of him. She immediately spread her legs and sighed with pleasure as his cock, hot and hard and pressed onto his belly by her weight, teased her arousal into burning hotter.
“You’re going to ride me, Meghan. That way you can control how deep and how hard we fuck each other.”
She liked the sound of that. “Show me what to do.”
Ryan helped her to sit up. She bent her knees, straddling him, and grinned when his cock nestled between her labia to spread its heat to her clit and her slit.
“My God, woman, you’re wet.” He closed his eyes for a moment and shivered. Testing his reaction, she laid her hands flat on his chest and began to rub herself against his cock, tiny little motions back and forth.
His eyes popped open, and she read the passion in them.
“I’m not going to last. I’m already at the edge of my rope, thanks to that sexy show you and my brother put on. I thought I was going to come just from watching you.”
“I want you to come inside me.” And because she was a clever woman, she lifted, reached down, grasped his thoroughly wet condom-covered cock, and guided him into her.
Meghan sighed as she sank down and Ryan filled her. “I love this. I love the sensation of your cock inside me, filling me.” She met his gaze and couldn’t miss the way his eyes glittered so hotly. It crossed her mind to tell them they didn’t really need the condoms. The magic would protect them in all ways. But then she thought she’d leave that for them to discover, when they became more in tune with that magic. Then she felt his cock flex and could have sworn it just got harder. Was it just because she was nesting his cock inside her body, or had her words inflamed him, adding to his arousal?
Only one way to find out.
“Please fuck me, Ryan. I want to feel your cock moving in and out of my pussy. It feels so very good.” She began to move, taking her clue from the way he’d told her to ride him. Moving up and down, and then giving tiny little swirls, she found it was harder to clench against him at the same time, as she had Jeremy.
Harder, but not impossible.
“That’s it!”
Ryan clamped onto her waist with his hands and began to move her and—yes!—there was nothing gentle about it.
The friction, the heat of his look, the scent of both of her men, it all came together to fan the flames of her already roaring fires. Jeremy lay down beside them, using the same pose his brother had, and a quick sideways glance showed her his cock was hard again, too.
She moved, trying to rub her clit against Ryan as she fucked him, or he fucked her. She wasn’t sure anymore who was doing what. She only knew one thing. She needed to come.
Close, so close...and then she felt Jeremy reach out, felt him find and then pinch her clit. Meghan screamed as her climax erupted, hot volcanic pulses of fire and heat that filled her, again and again. And as she reveled in the rapture, Ryan’s shout and the pulsing of his cock within as he came sent her over the edge once more.
Chapter 7
“Does this even qualify as a town?”
Mario shot a quick look at his twin. Pietro’s disgust was right there on his face and perfectly reflected his own sentiments.
“I don’t even think this qualifies as a village. What does your smart phone tell you?” Mario had slowed his speed to be at the reduced, posted limit. There had never been any question but that he would drive. Mario Fortuna was a man who liked to be in control.
He was also a much happier man now that his two older brothers were gone. It not only meant that he was in line to inherit from their father but also that he had more autonomy as senior vice president of the family business as well. Gregor Fortuna liked to assert himself from time to time, but he was getting older. For all intents and purposes, Mario Fortuna was now CEO.
That suited him just fine.
Pietro looked down at his phone, his thumbs easily navigating the device. “There’s a bed and breakfast here, but that seems a little too countrified and too personal for my tastes. There’s that chain motel we passed out by the interstate, about ten minutes back. Not to our usual standards, but...”
“But that would suit us better. We could travel back and forth easily, even without using our power.”
“That’s what I thought. Well, we’re here, so we might as well drive through and see what there is to see.”
Pietro’s word, “countrified,” suited the small town of Paisley, North Carolina, perfectly. What the hell did people do in places like this? Mario not only didn’t know, he didn’t want to know.
“Any luck looking for Meghan Clark? It’s a small place. If they have anything like directory assistance for this area, she shouldn’t be hard to find.”
“They do, but she’s not listed that I can see. Father seemed to think she was a recluse.” Pietro snickered. “Maybe she lives in the hollowed-out stump of a tree, like those other make-believe characters we heard about from the old woman.”
“I hated that bitch,” Mario said, referring to their nanny.
Father, of course, had never married any of their mothers. It wasn’t the way of Warlocks. Instead, he’d hired a woman to care for them until the youngest of them—Ricardo and Eduardo—had turned six.
He tried to think back as to who had looked after his father’s last whelp. Ah yes, his mother had moved in for a time. She’d only looked after Roman and had been content to stay with him in her own small cottage at the back of their estate all day and all night too.
He mentally shook his head at the way his father had be
en so certain that Roman would be special and how it turned out he didn’t even have any power at all.
Pietro proved he’d been thinking along the same lines. “Father was wrong about Roman. Do you think he’s wrong about this, too? Not just the Clark woman, but that whole prophecy bullshit?”
“I don’t know. Vincente and Emilio did like to drink and play their sick games with women. We both know that’s true. As to them having been killed by other people of power?” Mario looked at this brother again and then set his eyes back on the road. “I have never met any but a handful of other Warlocks, and not a one of them had much power that I could tell. Yes, one might be able to kill one of us, if he took us by surprise. But two of us? Impossible.”
“Father’s recent demonstrations of the power he has impressed me. I didn’t realize his magic was that strong. Did you?”
“No, but then, we wouldn’t have known. We were never set to inherit before now, so he didn’t ever let us see it. But I really think he’s the only one. Maybe there were others like us at one time. Most likely, if there were, their power has died out. None of us—not even our poor, unlamented dead brothers—have as much magic as Father does. And I think it’s possible that he doesn’t have as much as his Father before him had, though I don’t remember the old bastard.”
“I remember only one thing about Grandfather Fortuna and that was that our father was afraid of him. Thinking on it now, it must have been for that reason.”
“Exactly. And if there were other men of power—or even women of power, for that matter—we would have heard something, wouldn’t we? You can’t hide something like that without some word leaking out.”
“I agree.” Pietro slipped his phone back into his pocket. “So now what do we do?”
“We do what we were sent here to do. We find this Meghan Clark, and then we keep her under surveillance. We can do that without being seen easily enough. We’ll just make ourselves invisible to her.”
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