by Jane Jamison
“Is Reagan home?” she asked. As much as she loved seeing her best friend, she couldn’t help but crave alone time with the men.
“Nope. She said she’s out for the night. Said not to expect her until the morning.”
Samuel strode behind them, but she could hear the concern in his tone. It seemed she wasn’t the only one they had to worry about. “I’m sure she’s fine. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s stayed out all night. She is, after all, a werewolf.”
A table of tourists who had been watching intently perked up at the word werewolf. They remained silent as her group passed then began talking in hushed excited voices.
Brooklyn didn’t usually talk about supernaturals around outsiders, but every once in a while it was fun to do. After all, the stories about werewolves, witches, and more in West End were like alien stories in Roswell, New Mexico. They were part of the fabric of the town.
“Sweetness, stop teasing the tourists,” whispered Damian.
She giggled, feeling much better than she had in only a short time. “Aw, they love it, and you know it. Besides, I’ve seen you do worse.”
His chuckle complemented her giggle. “I plead the fifth.”
* * * *
“Are you ready, Brooklyn?”
“I’m ready. But for what?” Brooklyn stood on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The mainland was too far away to see any of its lights, and cloud cover had hidden the stars. Only the twinkling lights of nearby West End broke through the dark.
“Remember the other day when we almost had sex?” Morgan lifted a finger, correcting himself. “Sorry. When we almost made love?”
“But we decided you deserved better than the back room of the diner for your first time with us?” added Damian.
“Of course.” Yet she had to wonder how out in the open, lying on hard rocks, sticks, and grass could be considered “better.”
“Then that’s what this is. We’re giving you better.”
She didn’t want to complain. Any place they made love would seem amazing to her as long as she was with them. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.” Damian nodded at Samuel. “Do your thing.”
Samuel stepped back and lifted his face and arms toward the heavens. After giving her a quick wink, he closed his eyes and began to chant. As before, what he said wasn’t clear, but even so, she could’ve listened to him speak no matter what he was saying. His voice was like the sound of soft music playing in the background. The lilt of his voice was the accompaniment, the continuous flow like a river soothing her soul.
Before long, she began to notice a difference in the air around her. A breeze had kept her unseasonably cool, but now the air had grown warmer. Not hot, but with a caress against her skin like soaking in a good bath. She sighed and closed her eyes, giving herself over to Samuel’s voice and the touch of the air.
“Brookie, you’re going to want to see this.”
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. Then blinked. Twinkling lights like those he’d conquered in the living room had appeared. Yet there were so many more of them. Thousands, possibly millions. They surrounded them, in front, back, above and even floating at her feet. “It’s beautiful.”
“He’s just getting started, sweetness,” cooed Damian. His hand on her shoulder sang a wave of need into her, warming her in an even better way.
Her body came alive, not merely breathing with organs functioning but truly alive. Every inch of her could feel the rest of the world, the grass suddenly springing new at her feet, covering the ground and rocks with a luxurious carpet of downy softness. With Damian supporting her, she toed off her shoes and let the cool blades slip between her toes. The air, still warm and comforting, smelled sweeter as blossoms of various flowers leapt to life. Although it was still dark, the lights gave her enough to see every detail of the glorious transformation.
A stronger, yet still soft glow surrounded her. She looked up and saw the moon. “But how? The sky was full of clouds.”
“Don’t worry about the how of things. Only the why,” explained a mysterious-looking Damian.
With a final rush of words and a wave of his arms, Samuel opened his eyes. “This is better than the diner, right?”
“So much better,” she agreed. “I can’t tell you how amazing it is. Words aren’t enough.”
“Then show us.” Damian trailed his fingers along her shoulders, her shirt dipping behind as though making room for his touch. “Face me.”
She obeyed of her own free will, yet it wouldn’t have mattered if he’d used his powers to compel her. Her love for him was stronger than any persuasion he could’ve used. When she lifted her gaze to silver metallic one, she realized she was already under his spell. “Yes?”
“Let us take all you in.”
Although he rarely did so, she loved his old-fashioned manner of speech. She stood, unembarrassed as he began tugging her shirt from her jeans. His gaze never left hers until he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it away.
“You are what’s beautiful,” he said.
“And amazing.” Samuel came to her side.
“They’re right.” Morgan flowed his palm over her arm. “They say things better than I do.”
“You say it just fine, too.” She cupped his stubble-covered jawline. “Just fine.” She paused, only now remembering that they were out in the open. “What if someone sees us? What if Reagan comes home?”
Samuel lifted his gaze, bringing hers along. “See the dome? No one, not even Reagan can see through it.”
She hadn’t noticed the almost invisible dome surrounding a wide area above and around them. “But how?”
“Quiet.” Samuel touched a finger to her lips. “Stop asking questions and simply enjoy.”
They took her clothes from her, slowly, sliding her zipper down, easing the material over her hips. Morgan’s large hands handled the small clasps of her bra with ease then slipped it away, letting his hands take the bra’s place over her breasts. Damian dipped his head, and his teeth, as sharp as fangs, grazed her skin along the curve of her neck. Once she was completely naked, they eased away.
“What’s wrong?” Had they changed their minds?
“Nothing,” answered Morgan, his voice thick with primal craving, amber flecking his eyes as his animal clawed to be set free. “Not a damn thing.”
Would he change during sex? Would Damian bite her, needing her blood as much as her body? Would Samuel’s spell last?
“You’re more magnificent than we imagined.”
Morgan tossed Damian an irritated look, obviously once more thinking Damian’s praise was better than his.
Samuel began taking off his shirt while toeing off his boots. “You’re glorious, baby.”
The men disrobed, not rushing, letting her study each revealed muscle, each tanned inch of them. They were the ones who were glorious, men who could make a woman swoon and fall to her feet in front of them. She’d loved them for so long, and at last, they were going to love her in return. And as any woman would, she sank to the ground, going to her knees.
“What are you doing, baby?” Yet it was clear from Samuel’s elated expression that he knew the answer.
“All of you have given me so much. It’s my turn to give to you.”
Morgan came to her first, denying her words. Would he deny her need?
“Not true, Brookie. You’ve given us a real future. With love and family.” He stopped, surprise taking hold. “Hey, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Pretty damn mushy like these two?”
She smiled, even as Damian and Samuel gave Morgan smirks.
“You kind of ruined the first part by saying the second part, but not bad, man.” Damian moved to her right, his fingers caressing her neck.
She looked up at him, saw the love glittering in his silver eyes, then lowered her gaze. Gently, she wrapped her hand around his cock. Tensing with a quick intake of air, he tunneled his hands into her hair.
His taste was as unique as he was. F
lavors flowed together. A headiness came over her, as though she were drunk with power. She had a vampire’s cock in her mouth. Control blended with her love for him, and she put all that into the flick of her tongue, the skim of her teeth along his length.
“Sweetness.”
Yes, it was sweetness, pure and simple.
“Baby, I need you.” Samuel bent down and took her hand then guided it to his cock. His fingers wrapped hers around him. “Stroke me.”
She did, her hand sliding up and down his cock easily, as though he had already slickened it for her. He was thick and long and pulsing with life. The tip of him was even slicker. She moaned, sending warm air over Damian’s cock as she continued to pump him.
“Spread your legs, Brookie. Don’t worry. I’ll hold you up.” He lay on the ground, his head directly between her legs, his body stretched out behind her. She sucked in a breath as Morgan placed his hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs apart. He brought his mouth to her pussy. His tongue pushed her folds apart. His mouth found her clit and sucked then released her to give his teeth time to tease her to insanity.
Warm air swirled around them. The stars sparkled brighter the hotter she became. Even the moon appeared to grow bigger until they were swallowed in a milky light.
She gave herself to them, switching from Damian to Samuel, even as Morgan’s tongue-lashing robbed her of her strength to stay upright. To his word, he kept her steady. Damian and Samuel each possessed a breast, their fingers proving to be as skilled as their words.
At last, however, even Morgan couldn’t keep her upright. Gently, they let her fall to the grass. She lay on her side, watching them as they moved around her.
Morgan dove between her legs, shoving them far apart and putting his cock where his mouth had been. “Damn, I’ve waited a long fucking time to have you.” He entered her, forcefully, the power of him subdued only by the love on his face.
“But you were worth the wait,” added Damian as he knelt beside her and offered her his cock.
“Damn straight.” Samuel laid his body next to her. His strong chest pushed against her back. His hand swept over her hip and along the crease where her leg met her torso Soon he found her pussy folds and spread them. He massaged her clit, adding another level to the burn inside her. “I’ll have your ass tonight, but soon I’m going to want to taste your pussy.”
The four of them moved together under the dome of magic, separate beings, yet with each thrust, each moan, they grew closer together. Whispered promises were made. Declarations of love sworn.
Brooklyn was in heaven as only heaven on earth could allow. She cried out as the first orgasm took her, racing outward from her pussy.
Damian and Morgan traded places. Not that Morgan was happy about it, but his growl grew silent as she took his cock into her mouth, tasting not only his flavors, but her pussy juice. Damian lifted her leg onto his hip and angled for a quick thrust into her pussy.
Samuel’s hand prepared her, but she was almost certain his magic helped her, too. Why would a wizard need lube when he had magic to ease the way? “Ready, baby?”
She murmured her answer, her mouth around Morgan’s huge cock. Suddenly, Samuel was inside her, slick and easy. The friction set in immediately, giving her more cause to gasp. His kisses and nibbles danced along her shoulder.
Again, they moved as one, this time even better, easier, and stronger than before. Perspiration dotted her brow and trickled over a breast to be swept up with a quick flick of Damian’s tongue. The second climax, bound to be more powerful than the first, rose. It took hold of her, demanding that thinking give way to pure instinct. She let herself go, freeing her mind as the men took possession of her heart.
They awakened something inside her, something that had existed for years, just waiting until the men she’d always loved would finally love her in return. Morgan pulled away, quickly, turning away. His body jerked as his climax thundered out of him. Samuel let out a string of curse words in a language she didn’t recognize then fell away as Morgan had done.
“It’s just you and me now, sweetness.” Damian let her fall to her back then shoved his cock inside her again. Surprise overtook his expression. “Not yet.”
But for once, the vampire wouldn’t have his way. She smiled and tightened her pussy walls around his cock. His eyes widened, and then it was all over for him. Stiffening, he closed his eyes and tried to pull out of her.
She took hold of his arms and kept him with her. “I want your seed.”
He didn’t deny her. Instead, he ground out his release, his moan floating on the warm air.
Seeing him let go broke her down her own barrier. She cried out as her climax ripped her apart, barreling through her like a runaway comet. The burn turned her body into liquid fire as her clit pulsed and her body shuddered. On her back, with the men she loved surrounding her, she gazed at the stars and moon above her.
* * * *
Samuel couldn’t resist touching her, her hair, her skin—he had to be in physical contact with Brooklyn. Simply slipping a strand of her copper-colored hair between his fingers gave him an overwhelming sense of contentment.
What was she thinking? Was she happy that they’d made love? Did she regret it?
It would be wrong for him to invade her thoughts. At least without her permission. On the other hand, doing so would give him new ways to please her. He looked to Damian and wondered if the vampire had read her thoughts. It was easier for a vampire than for a wizard, thus making it more important for the vampire to refrain from doing so.
Damian caught him looking his way and narrowed his eyes. Could he read his mind? If so, he silently urged his friend to probe her mind. Granted, it was asking Damian to do his own dirty work, but didn’t the means justify the end?
Damian arched his eyebrow, lifting it ever so slightly.
What the hell am I thinking?
He frowned, sending Damian an unspoken warning to stay out of her mind.
A smile was added.
Shit. He’s already done it. Damn vampire.
Damian lay on one side of Brooklyn while Samuel lay on the other. All Samuel would have to do would be to touch Damian’s arm and open his mind to the vampire’s. Then he’d know for certain.
He knew he shouldn’t do it. Yet some temptations were beyond resisting. He took his hold of Damian’s wrist.
And suddenly he knew.
Yes, she was happy they’d made love.
In fact, she wanted to make love again. She wanted to stay as they were for as long as they could.
Damian’s silver eyes hardened. “Does she know anything about the man who attacked her?”
Samuel stiffened, not wanting to delve into that part of her mind. Leave it alone, Damian. This is wrong.
“We have to find out. Even if she doesn’t want to tell us, we have to know so we can keep her safe.”
Keeping her safe took priority over her privacy. At least, that was what Samuel told himself.
She let out a soft sigh, her hands finding Damian’s chest, the other on his.
“She doesn’t know him. Never saw him before the other day.”
That’s what she said. Get out of her mind now. Guilt for his part of the intrusion churned in his gut. They shouldn’t keep going.
Damian tilted his head as though picking up another of her thoughts. “She wants to go out on a date. Like normal people do.”
Good. Then we take her out on a date. Now leave her thoughts.
Angry at himself for participating in Damian’s mind reading, Samuel sat up, pulling her along with him and breaking Damian’s hold on her. “How about we take you out on a date?”
Morgan, who had remained oblivious to his interaction with Damian, sat up, too. “A date? What for? We’re mates now, right?”
“Good question.” Samuel sought the answer in Brooklyn’s face. “We are mates. Or don’t you want that?”
Samuel cocked his other eyebrow this time, silently saying he could’v
e gotten the answer. Instead, he said, “We’re mates, all right. But if you want to slow things down a little, go on dates and that kind of thing, then it’s fine.”
“Actually”—she darted her gaze from one man to the next—“I’d really like to go on a date. But yes, as far as I’m concerned, we’re mates.”
Samuel didn’t need to read her mind to know how thrilled she was. Acknowledgment brightened her face and lit up her eyes. She was almost as excited as he was. “Then a date it is. We’ll pick you up tomorrow.” He laughed. “In the living room of our house. Your home now.”
“My home.” She leaned against him, her lips parted for the kiss he so wanted to place there.
A quick spell and fireworks burst above them.
Yeah. Our home.
Pulling her into his arms, he vowed he and his friends would keep her safe and happy for the rest of her life. “Ready to go again?”
Chapter Six
“A date? Why are you guys going on a date now?”
Brooklyn frowned at Reagan, although she had to admit it was a reasonable question. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you about last night.” Another smile, one of so many, came. But what else would a woman do except smile? She’d been treated to a wonderful, literally magical night of lovemaking under the stars and moon.
“Yeah. Not that I’m not happy for you four, but since one of those guys is my brother, maybe you shouldn’t share so much.”
Eeww. “It’s not like I told you details.” Everything she’d mentioned was about the dome, stars, and moon. She hadn’t shared any personal information about the sex.
“Still…” Reagan turned away from the window in the bedroom Brooklyn had taken after moving out of the rental cottage. “I’m never going to be able to enjoy that bluff again. Not without thinking about—” She shook herself. “You know.”
Brooklyn laughed. “I thought werewolves were really liberal about sex.”
“Liberal, yes. But involving family members? No way.” Reagan plopped down on the bed beside her. “So why didn’t you move into the big room?”
