She tensed, shuddered. “Again.”
Damn them. She could barely gather her thoughts. Couldn’t they leave the Q&A for later?
“Let me hear it, because I’ll tell you there’s not a night I didn’t think about how delicious you felt wrapped around me, milking me with your sweet pussy.” Luke pulled out and slammed back home. The delicious jolt to her clit setting her ablaze.
“I’m going to take you again, Ambrosia, to the edge and back. Make no mistake.”
His words, maybe it was his voice, but whatever he held over her acted like a direct link to her libido. As if on command hot liquid spilled from her, sparking a raspy groan.
“That’s right, growl for us,” Evan coaxed, his mouth captured hers. Every emotion that tinged his words flooded into her before he broke their connection. “Not tonight, but sweetheart, I promise it won’t be long. I’ll have your ass wrapped around my cock while Luke takes your pussy.” Evan pressed his thumb deeper. Her breath stilled, her heart caught in the spell.
She clenched. Silver tendrils of magick hummed along her skin like a thousand fingers of excitement.
A cloud of lust and desire so thick she’d never be free draped over them.
Evan matched Luke’s slow, deliberate rhythm. Holding her gaze, Luke gave her a sexy smile highlighted by a light dusting of stubble. Hellz bellz, how did she ever think she could escape them?
Her mouth worked with a silent cry. She struggled to lift her arms, and slowly they obeyed. First, she wrapped one hand around Evan’s arm, then sought out Luke’s. Their inner beasts’ energy fueled her magick through their connected bodies, restoring her own bit by bit.
Luke held her legs wide with his hips so his cock could fill her. “The last three months were pure hell without you.” He pulled out only to slam home, the exquisite feel of his hard—everything—flush against her, deep within, played with her senses and it drove her closer to the brink of orgasm. Nothing had felt so right.
The only thing that could make her more complete was to have both of her alphas.
She gripped Luke’s shoulder, his gaze still holding hers. Sapphire splinters shattered in the depths of his irises, breaking up the solid crimson. Two minutes ago she couldn’t hold her eyes open and now she couldn’t break the spell he held over her.
“You were made for your men.” Evan’s words sank into her while he gently teased her ass.
Luke slipped a finger along the bundle of nerves between her folds, working his shaft into her channel. Once. Twice. She clamped her thighs, needing the pressure, finding none. “No.” His command reached into her and stilled the impending orgasm ready to break free. “Not yet. Just feel.”
What? No.
“Let him love you.” Evan soothed in a lower, more seductive tone. She ground her hips as Luke thrust.
Evan’s chest vibrated with a low growl that coaxed one from her lips. It was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard.
And her men seemed to think her noises were too. She could feel Evan’s smile against her skin where he kissed her neck and Luke’s smile so brilliant it reached all the way to his eyes.
He slipped from her only to drive home, the force rocking her beyond anything she’d ever felt before. A palpable current fed their desires for one another.
The walls of her channel tightened around Luke’s length.
“After you give Luke your precious juices, I’m going to sink into your sweet body and claim you. Do you want that?” She watched, mesmerized as he reached between her legs then lifted his hand and sucked her juices clean from his finger. His gaze was riveted on her, waiting for her answer.
Her heart raced at the carnality of his expression, his eyes still saturated with crimson. The otherworldly glow intense and striking all at once. But his gaze held no hints of blue yet. She didn’t know what it meant, but there were better things to think about. Like not thinking at all and just feeling.
She nodded, unable to trust her voice with all the emotions that bombarded her.
Ambrosia melted into Evan’s arms, her breasts thrust up for Luke’s awaiting mouth. She wrapped her fingers around the soft mounds and pressed, a smile of invitation tilting the corners of her lips.
“I’m never one to refuse an offering.” Warm lips cocooned her nipples. With a gentle suckle he pulled first one, then the other into the soft cavern of his mouth. With the pad of his tongue, he stroked and teased the sensitive buds until every nerve ending in her body flared with scorching passion. Each pass a wave of ecstasy straight to her core, increasing her need to find release.
She rocked her hips, gaining momentum. With her nails dug deep into his shoulder, Luke thrust harder, faster, his need for her feeding through their growing bond. Spasms clamped her around his shaft, milking him.
“Fuck! Little witch, do it again.” She obliged with a tilt and thrust. Her muscles screamed for relief, but she didn’t care. Luke tensed beneath her touch. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Don’t stop. You’re healing me. With every touch and every kiss you’re making me—us—whole again.” She’d never spoken truer words. He moved in and out of her slick folds over and over again, picking up speed with each plunge. “Come here.” He commanded. He claimed her lips, never breaking rhythm. His tongue matched his strokes. He pulled back from her just as Evan pinched her nipples and pressed the pad of his finger into her clit.
A burst of white heat flooded her vision, took over her body, and she left her soul stripped bare for both to see. Her channel flooded and she let herself go as her orgasm took control. Hot spurts of semen coated her walls. Luke’s own release an aphrodisiac elevating her higher.
Before she completely returned to the now, Evan pressed a hand into the middle of her back and pushed her gently forward until her chest rested on Luke’s. She didn’t understand fully how their bond worked to free her from the botched elixir she’d drunk. Her muscles were weak and shaky, but she could move. Maybe she didn’t need to understand, just accept it as her truth.
Fate had brought them together and tonight was proof enough for her that life was too short to live it constrained by laws. So much time refusing to see the truth of her own heart almost cost her more than just her magick. It almost cost her two men willing to walk on fire to be with her.
Losing control to them and having her control stripped from her were two different things. Letting Luke and Evan take over freed her. Something she was beginning to like more by the second.
On the other side, allowing her fate to be manipulated by an aged system wasn’t acceptable. She saw that now.
As the truth settled over her, the tethers of their bond healed. She flexed her fingers and called on her magick. Violet bands of energy danced in the air currents around them.
“Beautiful. You’re so damn beautiful when you’re fired up. Now lean forward a little more.” Evan nipped her shoulder while his fingers parted her cheeks. He rubbed the tip of one finger along her seam, the tease a direct jolt to her already sensitive pussy.
He replaced his finger with the tip of his cock and continued stroking through her wet folds and mixed juices from Luke’s release until he pressed gently against her nether-hole. She could feel her body tensing, preparing for him, anticipating his penetration. Would he take her?
“Oh, my sweet witch, what a tease you are. I’m not going against what I said—I’ll not claim your ass tonight despite how much my wolf wants to argue.” Evan stroked a finger down the length of her back, dipped the single digit between her cheeks to replace the tip of his cock as he moved the swollen head of his shaft to the entrance of her pussy. She let out a soft whimper with a swish of her hip in protest.
“I see the elixir is wearing off.” He was right. She could move her body easier, if still stiff, but it wasn’t totally broken yet. She cast a glance over her shoulder, her head resting on Luke’s chest.
She stilled. Blue ice slowly ate away at the red that had completely consumed Evan’s irises. She squinted for a
clearer look. Honor’s eyes were the same color, but what did the change mean?
Luke brought her attention around with a hand to her thigh. She gazed into bright blue eyes, all traces of his red eyes gone. He continued his exploration of her body, allowing his touch to linger along the dip in her hip before moving over to bury his fingers into the flesh of her ass. He gave a squeeze, spreading her further for Evan. “Your excitement for us is as intoxicating to our senses as having you wrapped around our cocks.”
Evan pushed forward and claimed her with a single thrust. She rocked forward to give him better access, her palms braced against Luke’s chest for support. “Goddess of love and fire of Hades, how can I say no to anything you two do to me?” It really wasn’t a question but more of a firm fact stated out loud. Very loud. Her chest rumbled with another moan and all thoughts replaced with pure ecstasy.
Every cell in her body screamed for release again. Invisible lines forged within her, a ball of energy gathering in the pit of her stomach. Power radiated out of her and she could do nothing but ride the wave into completion. Evan’s finger replaced Luke’s on her ass, his thrusts slamming into her harder and faster than the one before.
Excitement filled her and for one brief moment all that filled her mind was the thought of belonging to them wholly and completely. Her wolves, willing to risk everything to save her. Knowing what she did now, she’d go against the powers of the High Council again and all in the name of belonging.
She liked that. Loved it and would cherish it forever.
“So sweet and hot,” Luke whispered, his mouth moving along the sensitive cord of her neck. “Give yourself to us, little witch, come for us.”
Luke reached between her legs, searching out the sensitive bud. With a single stroke he encouraged the wet heat to flow from her body to coat Evan’s cock. “Give him what he wants. Just like you did for me. You know he craves your body as much as I do.”
Hot passion. Mind-numbing carnal need.
Those were her only thoughts as Luke seized her mouth with an all-consuming kiss, Evan growling approval from behind her. His thrusts filled with raw power.
Luke pulled back to break the kiss. With a small movement, she slipped her fingers into his thick hair. Tugging him closer, she dove in for another taste. All sanity lost to the molten-hot connection, she fed him every last possessive feeling swirling inside her.
She stroked her tongue along the seam of his lips between nibbles to his bottom lip. He tasted of wildfire and magick. Her kind of magick and she wanted a deeper taste.
He opened for her. The first taste of his hot mouth, his tongue on hers, sent another wave of warm liquid to spill from her core.
He pulled back, her face nestled in his palms. “You’ve jinxed us all, baby, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Luke dipped a hand between them to circle a finger around her swollen clit a final time then watched as she slipped beneath the veil of fervor, so possessed by pleasure and love she would forever be lost to it.
Sizzling ribbons of cum mixed with her juices. Evan howled with the force of his release, and his thick length pulsated against her walls.
So consumed with their passions she almost missed the moment when the final thread tying her to the elixir snapped. Her arms gave. “I’ve got you. Let yourself go. You never have to worry again.” Her mind and body were now her own—and theirs. She smiled.
“I can feel you rippling around me, milking me. God, I love it.” Evan gave a final thrust, the last of his release coating her channel. She stilled, reveling in the moment as her man sought his pleasure.
Her heart raced with renewed energy. Her men were wicked. Destructive to her little law-abiding heart. The way it should be. Every nerve in her body hummed.
Spent, she let out a delicious sigh that relaxed each muscle in her body one by one. Not ready to leave their warm embrace, she pressed small kisses to Luke’s chest and reached for Evan, ready for another lingering love affair.
“Ambrosia, sweetheart, forgive us.” Still buried within her walls, Evan rolled slightly to the side and Luke nuzzled her neck, rolling with them.
Forgive?
CHAPTER TEN
The sting came first then the slight tear on either side of her neck. Pressure built in her lungs and she struggled to let it rip from her lips. Their mouths worked over her neck and just as quickly the pain was gone. They released their grip.
Her chest rattled with her breathing.
Cables locked around her and meshed with the bands of magick that coursed through her veins.
Her eyes flung open to a burst of white followed by a wave of molten lava drowning her. She gasped for the slightest amount of sweet air only to find nothing. No air, no senses. No magick. As if she floated in a sea where time and space did not exist.
“Anchor yourself, sweetheart. Listen to our words, feel the strength of our wolves and follow us back to where you belong.” Evan and Luke’s fear became her own. Their memories a mixture of emotions and flashes of their lives. Some gruesome, some pleasant and tender. She reached out to stroke a finger down the ten-year-old version of Luke. Tears streamed down his cheeks to highlight a light dusting of freckles he no longer had. The scene around him of bloodshed and civil war. Two bodies lay by his feet, crumpled in a mess of filth and blood. Her heart ached for the boy she never knew and her mind flooded with a million different questions about what she was seeing.
From the amber eyes peering out across an invisible scene she could tell the next image was of Evan in wolf form. His white fur a stark contrast to the lush woods surrounding him. He lingered over a pup learning the skill of the hunt. Protective of his young charge. As if his younger self could sense her, the white wolf raised its gaze and locked on her through the vision. Her breath stilled. Spellbound, she froze.
Another flash. Again of Evan, only this time he was sitting in the back corner of The Matchstick. She knew it the second the scene came into focus because the bond had grown that night to a point where she almost broke down. He was watching her from a back table as she stood at the bar talking with friends and every emotion he felt for her fed through her like a direct feed of information.
It said LOVE and spoke of a devotion so strong tears burned her eyes. He watched for what seemed like minutes before turning to Luke.
What she heard stopped her heart. “Ambrosia is going to be the death of me because I’ll die trying to win her heart.”
Luke’s eyes blazed through the vision with the same raw emotions and shot straight to her heart. “We’ll die together then, brother.”
Jolted, she resurfaced to find the cool air of her protective circle and the warm bodies of Evan and Luke pressed against her. All flashes of their lives and borrowed emotions still flooding her mind, but she could see past the wave of information.
Slowly the world came into focus. “Take a moment. Just breathe.” Evan and Luke rose quickly to kneel beside her. Luke angled her to face him and tipped his forehead against hers while his hand rested on her midriff. “You’re okay. No harm will come to you.”
She shuddered. Such a small gesture, but her body responded with a spike of nerves and a need she couldn’t control. Now she didn’t have to.
“What was that? What happened? What did I see?”
Before answering Evan returned Ambrosia to recline on her side between them, her head cushioned on Evans outstretched arm.
Bathed in a pool of moonlight, Luke stretched back on one elbow, his arms open and ready for her. Smooth, cool skin glided against her body as he positioned himself closer. If it was possible to be pleasured and tortured at the same time she found it. So much delicious male pressed up against her yet so many questions. She didn’t know which to ask first.
Weak, spent, and a little confused, she voiced her concerns again. “What just happened?” She looked first at Evan and paused. Gone was any trace of red and the amber color she loved so much. Both jewel shades replaced by the brightest blue she could only describe as gl
acial.
“Jake.”
“What about him?” Luke pressed.
“His eyes and Honor’s, they were the same color as yours are now.” She reached out to both and rested a palm on each of their faces.
“Thought I smelled him in there. ‘Bout time he made his move.”
“Mind filling me in? Kinda lost here on the shifter talk.”
Evan and Luke gave out a soft, indulgent chuckle that warmed her heart.
“Our eyes, and yours, are now showing our status of being mated. Our pack magick, if you will, and your earthly magick has fused together to form a bond beyond just mating. We’ve melded together, the three of us, in a way that I haven’t heard of in a long time. An unbreakable bond. Our souls have intertwined to form one, Ambrosia. What you feel, experience, desire, we’ll feel.”
“What mister scientific over there is trying to say is—”
She lightly swatted at Evan and his diss to Luke. Her reward a sexy grin and wink.
“We’ve claimed you as ours and us as yours. Our thoughts, our pasts, our emotions are one now.”
That made her pause. Luke noticed her hesitation immediately.
“Are you okay with this, little witch?”
“This is beyond anything I ever imagined. I’ve gone from being completely alone to having two men that will never leave me. Who will know my every thought and feeling before I say it. That’s a little overwhelming.”
“It can be, but it doesn’t have to be. From the rumblings I’ve heard through our elders, there are ways of controlling it. Blocking the connection.”
“Oh no, last time I denied my heart what it wanted I almost died. But…”
“You have regrets.” Luke stated flatly.
“No.” She countered in a firm tone. “I just need time. I didn’t grow up in a pack. Hellz, I didn’t grow up with two parents. Just my mother and the Council, and when we changed cities to live here four years ago, my sisters.”
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