She wrinkled her nose as she looked down at herself. “I smell like a sewer.”
Balin laughed as he walked in naked behind them, shutting the stall door. “No, you smell like mine.”
“If you think the smell of dirt, trash, and God knows what else is yours, then we have a problem,” she teased.
Ambrose shook his head as the two of them teased each other then turned on the ceiling showerhead.
Balin moved out of the way quickly, shaking his head like a wet dog. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
Ambrose shrugged but hid his smile as the water heated, and then he turned on the other three showerheads so steam filled the stall and the hot water poured over them.
Jamie leaned back against the wall, the water running down her body, between her breasts, down to her core.
Hell, he hadn’t meant to get as turned on as he was in the shower. He’d wanted to make sure they were all clean and taken care of, and then he’d make love with the both of them.
Balin smiled at him as if he knew exactly where Ambrose’s thoughts had run off to. By the look of the other man’s cock, Balin’s ran on the same path.
Soon, he told himself, soon.
With the soap in his hand, he moved toward Jamie, brushing by Balin, who sucked in a breath. He might have been older than dirt, as Faith liked to joke, but that didn’t mean he was dead and cold.
No, far from it.
“The water feels wonderful,” Jamie whispered as tears ran down her face, mixing with the water.
“What’s wrong?” Ambrose asked as he knelt between her legs, leaning his forehead on hers.
“Just coming down off my high I think,” she whispered.
Ambrose kissed her softly, letting the sobs rack her body. Balin took the soap from his hands and slid it over her body, comforting her.
“I was so afraid.”
Ambrose put a small amount of shampoo in his hands then began to massage her scalp. She moaned at his touch, and his cock filled even more, but this was not the time.
“I was too,” he said, his voice stronger than he expected. “When I saw the window in your house—” He took a deep breath and washed the soap from her hair, continuing his massage. “I never want to go through that again.”
Jamie managed a smile as the tears ebbed. “I don’t either.”
“And now you’re stronger than you were before,” Balin added as he washed his own body. Ambrose’s gaze followed the man’s hands as he slid them over his washboard abs then stroked his cock.
He blinked then turned back to Jamie, knowing they had to get this out before they could enjoy each other to the fullest.
“You’re stronger now, Jamie, but we still need to train you.”
Jamie nodded, her eyes filling with worry, and he cursed himself for bringing it up.
“We can talk about that later. Just know that since we’re out of hell, we have the advantage. We’ll protect you.”
Jamie shook her head. “I want to protect myself and you both.”
Balin nudged Ambrose over so they were both kneeling before their mate. “The three of us are in this together.”
She nodded then smiled. “Good.”
Ambrose took the soap from Balin and quickly washed himself. Before he could turn off the water, Jamie stood, taking the soap from him.
“I just want to make sure you didn’t miss a spot.” She quirked her mouth in a smile, and Ambrose held back a smile.
Little minx.
He felt Balin’s hands in his hair, and he groaned, closing his eyes as both his mates washed him.
“I love his hair, don’t you?” Jamie asked as Balin worked his hands along Ambrose’s scalp.
No one had ever washed his hair before, and he wanted to sink to his knees and let them have him. They took care of him, loved him.
Why had he wanted to run from this?
No, he wouldn’t think of that anymore. He’d moved on from his insecurities—or at least he was on the right path. He’d do all in his power to prove worthy of his mates.
Balin walked him beneath the celling spray, running his hands through Ambrose’s hair to get all the soap out.
“All clean, I believe,” Balin whispered and smacked his ass.
Ambrose turned, loving the delight and mischief on the man’s face. “Did you just smack me?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Jamie laughed behind him, and Ambrose pulled her around so she stood in his arms. “Is something funny?”
She widened her eyes, biting her lip to hold back laughter. “Oh no, wise one, nothing like that.”
Ambrose closed his eyes, biting back a laugh of his own. “You two make me feel old.”
He felt the small grip of Jamie’s hand around his cock as she squeezed. “You sure don’t feel old to me,” she purred.
Balin reached around them both to massage Ambrose’s ass, and Ambrose groaned. “We’ll just have to prove it to you.”
Ambrose narrowed his eyes. “Oh, no, boy, I’ll have to prove it myself. Meaning we should get his one,” he squeezed Jamie’s hip, “under you so sink her over that cock of yours, and then I can fill you.”
Jamie blinked at his words, and he gave a dangerous smile. “I might be old, but I know how to take what I want. What I need.”
Balin smirked. “I can let you take me this time, old man. I will have you.”
Ambrose nodded, knowing they needed to set their own boundaries and needs. “Then let’s get this one ready.”
Jamie laughed. “Dear Lord, I’m past ready.” She wiggled from their hold and left the shower, grabbing a towel on her way to the bedroom.
Balin ran a hand down Ambrose’s side, tender yet strong. “I like the way she moves.”
Ambrose sighed. “I can’t believe I almost lost her because of my own ignorance and then my past.”
Balin leaned in to bite his shoulder—hard. “Get that thought out of your head. We’re moving forward, remember? I’m not going to let Pyro and what happened between you and Jamie before me ruin this. Yes, we have a lot talk about. And, we will—later. Got it?”
Ambrose nodded, leaning in to brush his lips across his lover’s.
“Now, we have a willing woman waiting for us in the bedroom. What in Hades’ name are we doing in a cooling shower?”
Ambrose laughed as he turned off the water then walked naked to the bedroom, still wet but too eager to wait.
Jamie sat at the edge of the bed, her teeth digging into her lip.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he walked toward her, Balin on his heels.
“I’m just tired I think.”
Ambrose didn’t need to hear anything else and picked her up. Balin seemed to understand as he pulled back the covers. He set her down in the middle of the bed and climbed in to spoon her while Balin got in on the other side to hold them close.
“I thought you wanted…” She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to the both of them, her ass nestled against his cock.
He brushed her hair back so he could suck on her neck, marking her gently with his teeth. “We have a lifetime for that. You’ve been through so much in the past few days, and now you’re back, and two months have passed. I think you’re allowed to want to sleep.”
Balin kissed her softly then did the same to Ambrose. “We’ll be here when you wake up. Just sleep.”
She sighed and wiggled once more. “I like the both of you in my bed.”
Ambrose kissed her neck. “Good, because we’re not leaving it.”
“Though we may need to get a bigger bed.” Balin groaned as he scooted closer.
“Later,” Ambrose whispered as his lovers fell asleep.
Soon after, Ambrose woke to hands roaming over his body as both his lovers pet and held him.
“I thought you wanted to sleep,” he rumbled.
“Oh we will, but I want you first,” she said, her voice strong and steady with her new powers. She’d turned back in
to her djinn form, her aura washing over them, warming them.
“What do you have planned for me, little one?” he asked even as she moved from him to roll under Balin.
“We both have plans,” Balin teased, he too in his non-human form. “I’m going to take Jamie while you take me. It’s about time that we have each other.”
Ambrose nodded, his cock hardening at the thought of sinking into Balin.
He quickly got out of bed and got the lube out of the nightstand drawer. His eyes narrowed at the tiny bottle. Oh, they’d need more in the future.
His cock throbbed as he watched Balin suck and nibble Jamie’s breasts, her aura shuddering along with her body at each stroke. Then Balin ever so slowly sank into her wet heat and Ambrose had to swallow hard.
These two were his.
His alone.
Thank God.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he knelt on the bed behind his demon and ran a hand down his back.
“She feels fucking amazing, Ambrose,” Balin panted. “Then again, you already know that.”
Ambrose chuckled. “Oh, I know. But now I want to feel how amazing you are.”
As Balin fucked their mate, Ambrose readied Balin, touching, teasing, licking. Balin leaned down and bit into Jamie’s shoulder, marking her as his, something Ambrose would do soon. Soon, Balin was ready and Ambrose positioned his cock, ready to take him with all his power.
“Ready?” Ambrose asked, his body shaking as he fought for control.
Balin stopped moving and Jamie whimpered. “Yes, please, I need you. We need you.”
Ambrose nodded, then rocked his hips, slowly breaching that tight ring of muscles. He stilled for a moment while Balin groaned and relaxed, then pushed in with one quick stroke.
He knew that with Jamie, they’d have to go slower, but Balin was different.
He’d like the slight sting more.
When we was fully seated, he moved back and began to thrust. Balin matched his rhythm so Ambrose felt like he was not only fucking Balin, but Jamie as well.
Sweat slid down his back as his balls tightened, sending him over the edge, his seed filling his lover as Balin and Jamie followed soon behind.
Exhausted and sated, he pulled out, knowing they’d have to clean themselves in the morning, but not caring.
“We’ll do that again, yes?” Jamie asked, her voice fading as she fought to stay awake.
Ambrose leaned over to kiss her, then Balin.
“Every day,” he answered. “Always.”
He tugged them closer, letting their scents wash over him.
The dangers were still out there, but this… this was contentment. He’d do anything to protect it.
****
Kobal looked at the note in his hand and paced. His longtime ally—not a friend, as it would be his downfall if he’d made friends with a demon—Pyro had sent him the missive, and Kobal wouldn’t believe his eyes.
The rumors were true.
The gods or something had deemed seven human women worthy of supernatural powers. He sneered at the word human. They weren’t fit to lie under his shoe. He knew the other djinn didn’t think the same way he did, but they didn’t matter.
He was the leader of the djinn council, and he refused to allow this abomination the courtesy of living.
No, he didn’t care about the brownie or whatever the other five women turned into. He only cared about this djinn.
Or, rather, this tainted bitch who didn’t deserve the title.
He was a pureblood djinn, one of the last alive. There were others like him, some male, only two female, but they were the future of their race. Not this diluted, lightning-struck whore.
Pyro had noted that the bitch had bonded with not one but two non-djinns, tainting her blood even further. There was no coming back from that—no excuse.
So, Kobal would do what was needed and aid Pyro in the extermination of this abomination.
And, he’d enjoy every moment of it.
Their species was pure—or at least would be.
There was no need for the lightning-struck…no need for this Jamie.
She would die.
Soon.
Chapter 13
She’d woken up to an arm wrapped around her middle and the other resting between her legs, and Jamie had never wanted to move. Ambrose and Balin had had other ideas on how to wake her up.
Needless to say, her body was delightfully sore in all the most intimate places, and she was pretty sure Balin was as sore as she. Her face heated at the memory of Ambrose taking their lover with all the passion he’d taken her.
Things had changed to the point she’d never thought possible. She was a djinn. Someone with a power she didn’t understand but would be able to use. She’d never thought she’d be in a relationship with two men, let alone get to watch those two men love one another.
And they were hers.
Meaning she would be able to watch them again…and be loved by the two most powerful men she knew…again.
How freaking lucky could she get?
She stretched her fingers, letting her new power fill her slowly. It was like another person within her, no, that wasn’t right. It was more like a warm blanket that she would always know was there, helping her kick ass if she needed.
She couldn’t wait to see what else she could do with it.
“Ready?” Ambrose asked as he pulled her car into Dante’s Circle’s parking lot.
She nodded as he parked and turned off the engine. They were about to meet the girls, Shade, and, most likely, Dante so she could tell them about her journey. It still boggled her mind that they’d been waiting for two months for her to return.
She’d lost so much time.
Jamie couldn’t even think about what she was going to do with her store and her life, not to mention she needed to call her parents back so they wouldn’t worry. Though she knew they probably hadn’t even noticed she’d been gone for so long since they only talked every few months as it was.
How was she supposed to tell them that she was in love with two men?
“Hey, stop thinking so hard,” Balin said as he reached around the seat from the back to hold her.
She gave a shaky laugh. “I can’t help it.”
Ambrose opened his door and looked back at her. “We’re going to figure it all out together. Now let’s get inside so you can see your friends. They’ve been worried, and I think they’ll be good for you.”
She smiled at him, her heart so deeply in love it was a little sickening. He was right. Her friends would freak out, worry, then totally make her feel better. They were another facet of her family after all.
Balin tickled her chin. “Plus, you need to introduce and then protect me from them. I’m a little worried about this Faith.”
She’d given a little background on each of her friends and had explained that, even though all her friends would want to know who this new person in her life was, Faith would be the most aggressive. That’s why Jamie loved Faith—bitchy attitude and all.
Ambrose led them inside the bar that was like a second home, and Balin followed. They were always blocking her from the outside world and threats. Normally, she would have been pissed that they thought she was the little woman, but now that she’d been through hell she was okay with them doing what they thought was needed…at least for now. As soon as she gained more experience with these new powers of hers, she’d have to sit down and have a talk with them. There was no way she’d let either of them get hurt because of her. She didn’t think she’d be able to live with that.
“Jamie!” Eliana yelled as she ran to her, shaggy red hair falling around her face.
Jamie found herself embraced in hard hug then more arms and hands grabbed at her so Jamie wasn’t even sure who was holding her. All six women gathered around, talking, laughing, crying, and hugging.
Jamie pulled back, tears running down her cheeks. “I can tell you missed me.”
Faith slap
ped her upside the head and cursed. “What do you think? You go away for two months and you expect us not to worry?”
“Oh, I’ve missed you’re bitchy self,” Jamie teased and kissed Faith’s cheek.
“Did you just call me a bitch?”
“No, you’re just bitch-like. And I know it’s all the hard candy shell because you’re sweet as milk chocolate underneath,” Jamie explained as Faith narrowed her eyes.
“Oh, God, I’ve missed you,” Lily said as she laughed. Jamie looked down at her friend and bit her lip.
“You’re showing! I missed it!”
Lily shook her head and placed her palm on her rounded belly. “I’m not that far along, dear, don’t worry. I’m just glad to have you back.”
Amara wrapped her arms around Jamie’s waist. “Don’t do that again, okay? I don’t think we can take it.”
Becca snorted. “Right, like she had a choice. Good to know that we can count on Ambrose to bring her back.” She narrowed her eyes at the man in question, and Ambrose just tilted his head.
Nadie shuffled, her steps tentative, to Ambrose’s side and gave him a hug, surprising them all. “Thank you for bringing her back. We knew you would.”
Jamie watched as Ambrose swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her. “It was my honor.”
“It’s about time you realized that,” Faith added. “Now, are you going to introduce us to this fine specimen?” She smiled at Balin, and Jamie let out a little growl. “Oh, it’s like that is it?” Faith teased.
Jamie pulled away and stood between her men. “This is Balin. He saved me, too, and he’s…he’s my other half. Just like Ambrose is.” She blushed and quickly looked around the bar, feeling like an idiot that she’d just blurted it out like that. Then she remembered that Dante had closed it for their celebration.
Thank God.
“That is so hot,” Eliana said and then laughed, cutting through the tension as the other women joined her.
“What’s hot?” Shade asked as he walked toward Ambrose from the back of the bar, giving him a strong hug. “Good to have you back, my brother.” He walked toward Balin and hugged him the same. “Welcome to the family.”
This was why she loved Shade like her family. He just went with the flow and brought in his family as people took care of one another.
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