“I’ll cloak myself.” Without his sperm taking root in her womb, there’d be no claiming.
Her lips curved. “There are condoms in the hall closet.”
He left her, letting himself out of the door. Mikkel and Elias were seated on the floor, their backs to the wall.
“You would do that?” Elias whispered. “Share her?”
Renner would have liked to have this conversation at another time when his cock wasn’t hard and level with their heads. But he stood still and gazed down at them both. “There are many of us, too few of them. We may have to face other adversaries. It would be better to hold together as a unit rather than risk everyone scattering to find mates. It’s something we should discuss with Ethan.”
Elias gave him a shrewd stare. “We don’t care that you’ll be the one to claim her. So long as there is room for us in her life.”
“Condoms are on the third shelf,” Mikkel said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Renner chuckled, glad they were in agreement. The more he thought about the arrangement, the more he saw the possibilities. Half their group would be kept satisfied with similar arrangements. Perhaps they could fill the rest of their ranks with female demons, or search farther afield for more unaffiliated witches.
But the cool air drifting over his cock had him hurrying to the closet. At last, he’d share her bed. He hoped the dream of their joining was only a pale reflection of the reality.
The moment he left the room, Miren ran to the shower. No way was she going to make love to Renner for the first time with two other men’s scent clinging to her skin. He might have had the wild idea to share her as a way to appease her anger over the liberties he had taken earlier, but she didn’t really believe he meant it.
What demon would go to those lengths to please a witch? What demons could work in harmony when so much power was within their grasps?
She washed quickly and was surprised when she reentered the bedroom that he wasn’t already there, but she had no worries he’d change his mind. She lay on the bed, stretching out to capture as much of the moon’s soft light as she could, knowing she’d need strength for the coming hours. She doubted Renner’s hunger would be easily appeased. The thought of how many times he’d take her, the things he might do, sent sparks from her palms and she quickly cupped her breasts, enjoying the tingling heat.
The soft snick of the door opening and closing sent her pulse racing.
He held up a box—the whole box—and grinned.
And as quick as that, her heart lightened. It was going to be all right. He wasn’t angry. Had no intentions of punishing her. Once Mathias had caught another demon flirting with her, and he’d taken out his anger on her by holding her down, nearly suffocating her with a hard kiss that had left her mouth bloody.
Renner appeared to have no such sadistic tendencies. A relief that made her nearly giddy. Now she could look forward to the pleasure they’d share.
As Renner placed the box on the nightstand and thumbed through the packets, she leaned back on her hands.
“This do?” he asked, holding up a condom that promised ridged delight.
She quickly nodded and swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth as he smoothed the condom down his shaft. Her breaths came a little faster. Prickles of heat nipped at her nipples. “Where are the twins?” she asked, because she had to know whether they’d have their ears to the door.
He shrugged. “I think Darcy is having a slumber party.”
Miren laughed. “There’s no privacy in a coven. She’ll force them to share the details. Everyone will know how wanton I was.”
“And everyone will know how smitten I am.”
“You’re smitten? Such an old-fashioned word. I wouldn’t have expected that coming from a demon.”
“Because we have such a limited vocabulary when it comes to love?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t intend it in a mean way. I think it’s funny.”
“Funny, huh? Then you would think it’s hilarious that Mikkel and Elias were seated on the floor outside. No doubt they heard everything we said. And they know my intentions.”
Miren paused. He was serious. Hell, he sounded like he’d already made up his mind. “Your intentions? What about mine? You made this pronouncement, saying you’d share me, but you never once asked whether it was all right with me.”
“It’s not?”
“You look surprised.”
Renner huffed a breath, his forehead creased as he frowned. “Three demons. No fighting. Three times the pleasure. I thought you’d be happy.”
“I would have liked to be asked first. For you to consult me before you offered me up on a platter to your friends.”
Renner opened his mouth and then quickly clamped it shut. “We’re arguing.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “We are.” Her shoulders slumped. “You don’t get me at all, do you?”
He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face. When he glanced up at her again, he looked her in the eyes. “I’m willing to learn. If you don’t want to share, I’ll tell them.”
“Well, it’s not that…” She licked her lips and then gave him an even stare. “It’s the fact you bulldozed your way right through this. That you never thought to discuss it with me. That you were assuming I’d be willing to give over power—to three of you.”
Renner sat on the bed, his gaze never leaving hers. “I’m a demon. And male. We’re all hardwired to take charge. But I can learn. I’m not the most intuitive guy, not a psychic bone in my body. So when I overstep, all you have to do is raise your hand, hit me, something to get my attention…and I’ll stop.”
Miren’s anger drained from her. She sat beside him, close enough their bare shoulders touched. “You know our story. Know why we decided to escape together. We thought we’d live our lives without partners, without mates. It was hard, but we learned to enjoy our freedom of choice over how we wanted to live. We learned to make the hard decisions, for ourselves. And now you’re here and everything’s changing again.”
Renner sighed. “And we aren’t making it easy for you to trust us. We’re not the least bit subtle about what we want.”
“So far, Ethan has kept you all in check, provided us protection and freedom to make our own choices for mates. Admittedly, we’ve been in no hurry. If we seem to be dragging our feet, it’s because we are.”
“You’re waiting to see if our promises are true.”
She nodded but hated the way his body stayed tense beside her, because he was afraid to touch her, to be himself. She slid her hand inside his and gave him a squeeze. “I know this is hard for you. But we have to be honest with each other. I don’t expect you to pretend to be anyone else but who you are around me. I don’t want you walking on eggshells or giving me everything you think I want. I won’t blow up at the slightest hint of conflict.” She paused there and gave him a crooked smile. “Okay, I might, but some of that will be me pushing you because I secretly like it when you take charge. But don’t think that means I want you to take charge of my entire life.”
His eyelids dipped and he gave her smug smirk. “You like me taking charge, huh?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I like a lot of the things you showed me.”
He reached and toggled the tip of one very sensitive breast. “There’s more. And if you keep an open mind, I’ll show what three demons can do for one very sexy, sexaholic witch.”
“I’m not a sexaholic.”
“But you loved it, admit it. You liked the fact I was coming out of my skin watching them with you.”
She shook her head, half afraid to admit just how much she’d loved it.
Renner nudged her shoulder. “You’ll come around, I know it. And then you’ll see how much sense it makes.”
“I don’t care if it makes some sort of warped sense to you. I�
��m not taking on three men. I have a business to run. How the heck would I ever have the time and energy to see to all of you?”
Renner laughed, gripped her waist and lifted her onto his lap. “See? You didn’t once mention that you didn’t like the idea. Sounds like you’re afraid you’ll like it too much.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, liking more the feel of this thick, hard cock pressed lengthwise along her folds. Dear Goddess, he was going to stretch her. “That’s so not what I said.”
“Well, I’m through listening to excuses anyway. I’ve had a hard-on for hours.”
She braced herself on his shoulders and gave him a sexy glide, forward and back, wetting his erection.
Renner dug his fingers into her skin. She’d have bruises, matching sets of five fingerprints on her ass. And she’d make sure the twins saw. Her grin grew and grew. By the suspicion glinting in his eyes, he knew she was thinking about something naughty.
She tossed back her hair and noted the way his gaze narrowed and his nostrils flared. Miren realized she had more power to wield in this relationship than she’d ever dreamed.
Renner was desperate for her. Ready to share her to make sure she was fulfilled and safe. And she knew exactly how he felt. Her own skin prickled up in goose bumps, the tips of her nipples tightly beaded, her clit still hard and hot and aching…
She pushed on his shoulders and rose up, letting his cock slide along her folds, halting when the thick, blunt head was poised at her entrance. This time she was doing the taking.
She let her eyelids fall lazily down, watching him through her lashes as she swirled her hips and slowly lowered, just a short pulsing glide, then back up, another swirl and pulse, but deeper this time.
Her breaths grew ragged, and her pussy tightened, making a lush, wet sound as her excitement ratcheted upward and liquid descended to soothe the heat building in her channel.
Renner bit her shoulder then nuzzled her neck. “You’re killing me.” His fingers strummed down her belly and a callused tip pressed against her engorged clit.
Who was killing whom? Tension coiled in her belly so hard she began to shake. “Renner?”
“Baby, what?” he said, rubbing his face on her shoulder, his lips mouthing her skin, his teeth taking nips.
She squeezed around him and pushed downward. “I need it rough. I need you to take over. Please.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
A moment later, he rose, keeping their bodies still connected. He turned and climbed onto the bed with one hand on her bottom to hold her against him. Once they reached the center, he came down, blanketing her.
He clamped a hand around her wrists and pulled them above her head. “No witchy sparks. No magic. This is just you and me.”
She gave a quick nod, taking shallow breaths, because he was deeper now, filling her completely. When he let go of her hands, she scratched her nails along his chest and twisted her fingers in the soft hair on his chest.
Renner resettled his knees, and with his chest resting against hers, he began to rut.
His strokes were shallow, targeted. His gaze locked with hers, waiting, watching. When the soft ridge surrounding his cockhead stroked a certain spot, she gasped, and he smiled.
“Found it,” he whispered.
“Think you’re clever?” she quipped, struggling to keep her wits, but his strokes grew longer, harder, shattering her every time he slid home.
“Not clever,” he whispered huskily, “blessed.”
The ragged texture of his voice told her he believed that. A truth that rang throughout her body like a solid tone. She raised her legs and cinched them around his thighs, wanting to pull all of him closer, wanting to draw his heat and love inside her.
The steady motions of his hips driving in and out of her honeyed walls was drugging. Her body undulated to his rhythm, her heartbeat steadied and thudded against her chest. Her world narrowed, senses overwhelmed by the sound of their labored breaths and the frictional heat building inside her. Soon, her head thrashed and she let out one ragged whimper after another as Renner drove her closer to the precipice.
He paused, resting his head on her shoulder. “I don’t want this to end too quickly.”
“I’m fine with fast,” she blurted.
His chuckle was a lovely, husky sound that vibrated through her. “You don’t get a say.”
“Going demon on me?”
“I’ll remain in this skin, if you don’t mind, but I know what you like. Let me give it to you.”
She gave a mew like a kitten, a sound she’d never made before. But she didn’t try to hold him when he moved away, allowing him to turn her and arrange her with pillows propping up her hips. His hands smoothed over the backs of her thighs and then parted them.
Warm breath blew across her hot, swollen sex. When he parted her with his fingers and traced his tongue the length of her slit, she buried her face in the bedding and groaned.
But while he glided his tongue soothingly over her outer folds, he gripped her buttocks hard, molding them, pinching them and then applying light swats that had her lifting her head and arching her back, because she craved more and knew he wouldn’t tease her for long.
The first sharp slap rocked her forward. The pause that followed allowed her time to resettle her knees farther apart and tilt her bottom to invite the next.
He withdrew his mouth and climbed over her parted legs to kneel beside her, lending power to strikes that warmed her skin and her sex until again she whimpered, overcome with lush arousal. He peppered her with swats across her hips, the full curve of her bottom, the backs of her thighs. She was sure he didn’t miss a spot except the one that ached the most for sweet abuse.
She wiggled a hand between the pillows and her body and cupped her sex, needing to be touched, even if she was doing it herself.
He tsked and dragged her hand away. A moment later, his teeth pulled and tugged on her tender lips. She waited, her body tensing, for the moment he’d claim her clit. She wasn’t sure she could handle a bite there, not now when it was so hard and raw that his breath abraded it.
He closed his lips around the knot. Firm but soft—and sucking—making juicy sounds that drove her crazy. “I’m close, Renn. I can’t stand it.”
“Don’t come. Not yet. I’m not done.” And then he sucked harder, pulling it fully erect and closing his teeth gently around the base while he glided his tongue over the top again and again.
Miren quivered head to toe. Her womb knotted. Again, riding the edge, she keened, knowing she was about to come, that she had no control.
But he let her clit go, leaving a heavy throb pounding between her legs unabated.
She sobbed, felt the mattress dip, heard his footsteps pad away. The door to the hallway opened. Before she turned her head to see, she knew he’d invited the twins inside.
Lying limp against the bed, she felt no shame as she lay there, ass in the air, her sex drowning in arousal, her flesh no doubt red and engorged.
Renner came to her and stood beside the bed, gazing down at her, his expression shuttered. “We should begin the way we intend to continue. All our lives will be joined.”
“Still being a jackass,” she said, but her words couldn’t sting, not when her voice was jagged and hoarse.
“You do have a choice. You know you do. Send them away.”
Her gaze focused on his face. What did he really want? Would he be disappointed if she said no? Or yes? But he was giving her the choice, forestalling her pleasure until she spoke. And now that he had her aroused, she could only go with her raw desire. “How will this work?” she whispered.
Mikkel and Elias chuckled and began stripping.
Renner grinned. “Trust me to know.”
When the mattress rose and fell with three heavy bodies climbing toward her, she hid her face in the covers. “I�
��m going to hell.”
“You don’t believe in hell. And you know we’d never leave you there alone, darling.”
A rough hand soothed over her bottom. “She’s hot here. Thought I’d go nuts listening while you spanked her.”
She knew that had to be Mikkel because he sounded amused and horny.
Elias knelt beside the bed and leaned toward her, kissing her mouth. “You will never want for attention, beautiful.”
She mewed again and licked her lips, liking his salty flavor. “I’m going to be a very busy girl.”
Mikkel laughed and crawled toward the headboard where he seated himself and then slid toward her with his legs parted, his intention clear.
She laughed softly and came up on her elbows. “You’re not the least subtle.”
“There are three of us. I figure subtle will never get me a blowjob.”
Behind her, Renner petted her butt. “Her pussy’s mine until she’s claimed.”
She liked the firm warning in his voice and was relieved he wasn’t leaving it to chance or a broken condom. She wanted him first. Wanted him last. When she died, she wanted to be resting in his arms. Something she was sure the twins understood, because they nodded and then settled in to play.
What followed was a blur of decadent pleasure. She suckled Mikkel’s balls and then took his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Elias made room for himself beneath her chest to suck at her breasts while she tugged and stroked his cock.
Renner parted her folds and pushed against her opening, filling her still very wet channel. Miren surrendered control to the three, her moans and gasps joining theirs until their cries echoed around the room.
At the last, Renner pounded her while the twins kissed and stroked her hot skin. When she came, they soothed her, whispering promises to love and care for her for as long as they walked this plane.
Lying atop Renner while she recovered, she enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded, flanked on both sides by two handsome demons. Her sisters would be so jealous. Would likely wonder about the possibilities about to open for them when the others learned about their arrangement.
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