“I really don’t think you’re in any position to argue,” he said as he slid his hand up her leggings to rest his palm under her dress.
She wiggled as her laughter died. “Balin…”
“I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.”
“I’m not a submissive. I know what that word means and what the world entails. I don’t want to have a master or a Dominant.”
Balin smiled and patted her bottom. “I’m not a Dominant, Jamie. Neither is Ambrose. I can enjoy bringing you pleasure.” He pulled her leggings down below her ass and pulled her dress up so her thong-clad bottom was ready for his gaze.
“And you think spanking can do that?” she asked, her voice a little breathless.
“There’s only one way to find out. Plus, I told you not to call yourself a slut.”
He slapped one cheek, not enough to hurt, but to sting just a little.
Jamie let out a little moan as she wiggled again. “Oh.”
Balin chuckled. “I will never use anything on you but my hand, Jamie. I just want you to feel good, and then I’m going to fuck you hard against that wall over there.”
He spanked the other cheek, and this time her moan was a bit louder, a bit longer.
“What is it with you and walls?” she asked.
“I have no idea. I just like fucking you against them. And, later, I’m going to fuck Ambrose against the wall as well.”
He spanked her as he said the last part, her body flushing, her cheeks pink.
“Oh, I think I want to see that.”
He pulled her off his lap, standing as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “You see? This isn’t wrong, Jamie. It’s the three of us loving each other and bringing each other pleasure. Ambrose and I have spent long enough without happiness, and we’re not letting you go. You might be younger than us, but it’s time you see what true happiness can be. We’re going to make this work.”
She nodded and he kissed her hard, their teeth clashing, their tongues tangling. He quickly stripped her of her clothes and followed suit, leaving them both bare and needy.
He ran his hands down her sides, loving the feel of her heated flesh in the cool room.
He ran his tongue ran up her neck, licking to her ear. “We haven’t been using condoms, Jamie. We can start right now if you don’t want to make a baby.”
She shook her head. “I know it’s crazy when we’re still learning everything about how to make this work, but I don’t want to interfere with fate.”
His body shuddered under the weight of her statement. He couldn’t wait to see her round with his and Ambrose’s child. No matter who the father was, they’d both raise the child as their own. He’d rather have the child be half angel so they wouldn’t have to deal with the idea of souls and death.
“Why are you frowning?” Jamie asked as she ran her hands up and down his stomach.
“Maybe I should wear a condom.”
Hurt crossed her features as she took a step back.
“No, that’s not what I mean. Hades, I want a baby with you. What about when the baby needs souls?”
Jamie shook her head. “That’s something we’ll deal with when it comes. The baby would be half djinn, so that might change how things work. We will raise our child so they have the values you have, Balin. Our baby will be good. Don’t you understand that? We’ll do all in our power to make sure they have a chance at life.”
He nodded, liking the way she talked of their future. “We’ll make sure they have a chance.”
“Yes, now, please, don’t leave me wanting.”
Balin smiled and turned her to face the wall. “Place your hands on the wall and stick your ass out.”
She looked over her shoulder, a coy smile on her face. “You’re going to do this from behind?”
He growled and gripped her hips, letting his cock slide between her cheeks. “Hell, yeah. I’m going to fuck you hard while playing with your ass so you’re ready for my cock when Ambrose and I have you between us.” They’d talked of a true threesome that morning, and he knew she was on board, if not a little scared.
“Anything, just please.”
He slowly slid into her heat, pausing to control himself. Hades, she fit like a glove. He pushed in until their bodies were flush against each other, his own body shaking.
Balin pulled out, loving the way she whimpered as he did so, then thrust in—hard. He pistoned into her, his cock throbbing as her pussy clenched around him. He let one hand run its way up her stomach to palm her breast. Her breaths ran ragged as he plucked and rolled her nipples.
With his other hand, he moved to flick her clit.
“Push your ass back, baby,” he said on a breath so he could keep his rhythm. She did so, his cock going deeper than before.
He rubbed circles around her clit then pressed hard as he rolled her nipple. Her pussy fluttered around him, her body coming hard as she yelled his name.
Balin fought for control, trying not to come right with her as her pussy squeezed his cock.
“Hades, you feel good. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Balin,” she whispered as she came down from her high, but he wouldn’t let her come down too far.
One hand went back to gripping her hips as the other took some of her juices so he could ready her back entrance. As he kept his pounding rhythm, he slowly entered his finger into her ass, her body tightening around him.
“Oh, God,” she called out, and he stopped moving.
“Push out against me, baby. I won’t let it hurt you.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt. You couldn’t do that to me.”
She pushed back, and he thrust his finger in and out, loving the way her walls tightened around his cock as he did so.
Slowly, he went back to a rhythm, removing his finger and replacing it with his thumb, loving the way her body blushed at his attention.
He moved at a steady pace, sweat rolling down his back as his balls clenched. He twisted his thumb as he pounded into her harder, and he came, his cum filling her as she came again.
Balin moved to take her hips in both hands, his cock still inside her as she rested against the wall.
“I love you, Jamie. No matter what happens, we’ll make it work.” He kissed her neck, nibbling where he’d bitten her that morning.
“You and Ambrose are it for me, Balin. We’ll find a way.”
Damn straight they would. He wouldn’t let doubt take hold and ruin this. He knew the dangers weren’t over. Their time of peace would only last so long.
Chapter 14
Jamie sliced the last of the chicken and added it to the hot oil. She might not have been as good a cook as Lily, but she could at least make a decent stir fry. Even though the amount she made now rivaled that of a small army considering how much her men ate.
Her men.
That had a nice ring to it.
She was still a little worried about people’s reaction to a real life triad, but she was getting over it. She loved her men too much to let it be an issue. At least a big issue. She still had no idea how she was going to tell her family about Ambrose and Balin.
Or tell them—if she could—about the fact that she’d have to watch them grow old and die while she stayed the same.
She set the knife in the sink as her power flared, needing to take action where none could be made. How was she supposed to watch her family die? She wasn’t as close to them as she’d have liked to be, but she didn’t want to see them fade away while she had a new purpose.
It wasn’t fair.
Hands wrapped themselves around her middle, and she leaned back into Ambrose’s hold, a tear running down her cheek.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice settling deep in her heart.
“Just thinking.”
He turned her around to face him, his large hands framing her face. “What makes you sad, my Jamie?”
She swallowed hard, closing her eyes. “I’m going to live forever, Ambros
e. How is that fair to my parents?”
He took a deep breath as his thumbs rubbed the tears from her cheeks. “I know it’s not fair. We can only sit back and watch those we love age and fade from time but not from our memories. That is how they’ll live in our hearts and minds. I’ve been talking with Dante and Shade about this, and we think you should be able to tell your parents about who we are if you choose to. Lily has chosen against it as she never sees or talks to her family. It will be easier for her to cut ties. That is not the case with you. If you want to tell your family about this so they know what to expect, you can.”
Her heart warmed at his words. This would break the rules of their people, but it would keep her happy, so it would be worth it.
“I don’t know, Ambrose. I’ll have to think about that. Thank you for….just thank you.”
He leaned down to kiss her then turned quickly to stir the chicken.
“Oh crap, I’m sorry. I got distracted.”
Ambrose shrugged and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I was the one who turned you away from it. And it’s not burned, just a little more brown on one side.”
She took the wooden spoon from him, needing something in her hands as Balin walked in the room, leaning down to kiss her then doing the same to Ambrose. She loved watching the way the two men in her life found the path that worked well for them. She couldn’t wait to see them make love again, showing each other how much they meant to one another.
“I heard the last part of what you were talking about and just know, Jamie, that I’ll be by your side no matter what,” Balin said as he leaned against the counter.
Jamie gave a small smile. “And that’s all I need. I know it’s not going to be easy, but we’ll find a way.”
As she dropped in the veggies, the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. The power deep within her flared, almost sending her to her knees.
“Ambrose?”
His grip on her hip tightened. “I felt it too.”
She turned to see him grab a sword from his cache as Balin took a dagger from his side.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she stood between her two warriors.
“Someone’s coming,” Ambrose said as he moved to stand in front of her. “Balin?”
“Demons,” he growled, and fear slid through her.
Her body shook, and her djinn powers took over, her tattoos running up her arms as her body shifted.
Ambrose looked behind him and nodded. “You’re stronger in that form, but if the need arises, you run. Do you understand me?”
“I don’t want to leave you. I can fight.”
Balin rolled his neck as he left the kitchen. “We don’t want you hurt.”
Damn it. She wasn’t some weakling. Not anymore.
The glass window that had just been fixed shattered as three demons rolled into her home, their horns out of place in this human world. Balin roared and attacked first, leaving Ambrose to cover her as she stood in the kitchen with only a wooden spoon to fight with.
She watched as Balin slashed one demon in the neck with this dagger and Ambrose rushed to fight against another demon. These demons were stronger than the ones she’d seen them fight before.
Much stronger.
The third demon dodged a blow from Ambrose as her lover fought the second demon. With a gasp, she stepped back as the demon charged at her, a growl escaping his lips. Her power flared out, attacking him, but even as slices appeared on his skin as if she’d cut him, he moved forward intent in his gaze.
Ambrose turned, and the demon he’d been fighting slashed at him with his claws, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
“No!” she yelled as she ducked from the demon chasing her. The demon stormed toward her again, this time knocking her into the stove and onto the tile. The pan hit the floor, sending hot oil along her face and arms, as well as on the demon.
Her body burned as she screamed from the pain. The oils scalded her, weakening her. She scrambled up, biting down on her lip as the burns intensified.
She couldn’t just stand down and let the demon win.
No, she was stronger than that.
She lashed out with her power again, this time sending the demon to his knees, blood spurting as he growled. She limped to the sink, still hearing the sounds of fighting behind her. The knife felt heavy in her hands as she gripped the handle and swung at the demon beside her. She used all the strength that came with her new powers and slid the blade into his neck, the skin parting like butter.
His claws lashed out again, this time raking down her side, but she moved through the pain, lodging the knife deeper in the demon’s neck. He moved again, even though his blood poured out of him.
Jamie scrambled back, the burns on her skin searing her, and she hit a wall—no, a chest. She looked up, scared that it would be a demon, but she let out a breath at the sight of Balin’s face. Ambrose came from around him, limping as he beheaded the demon right in her kitchen.
Her knees buckled as the pain hit her hard, the adrenaline quickly fading from her system.
“Fuck, Jamie, baby,” Balin said as he looked over her body.
“He burned you?” Ambrose asked as he limped toward her, the slices on his side still bleeding.
“I’ll be okay,” she said through clenched teeth.
Balin shook his head and quickly picked her up. “I’m taking her to the bathroom to clean what I can.”
Ambrose nodded. “I’ll heal what I can as well.”
Jamie shuddered. “What about you two?”
Balin growled as he set her on the bathroom counter. “We’ll be fine. Just a few gashes and scrapes. Damn, baby, he got you good.”
She trembled as she brought her palm to rest on his face. “Have Ambrose heal you as well.”
“I will, Jamie,” Ambrose said as he gently placed his hands on her burns, the pain excruciating. “First let me heal you.”
Warmth spread through her at his touch. She felt the skin at her side stitch together—a really freaking odd sensation—and the burn start healing. The skin around where the oil had seared her skin began to itch, and she struggled not to fall into Ambrose’s arms in relief.
“Who were those demons?” Jamie asked as the worst of the pain subsided.
Balin growled as he cleaned her off. “Some of my father’s top men. That’s why it took so long to take them down. Pyro must be fucking pissed if he sent them.”
Jamie shuddered. “It’s never over, is it?”
Balin framed her face, careful of the healing burns. “It will be soon. I can promise you that.”
“Didn’t you say you couldn’t kill your father yourself because of Lucifer’s curse?”
“Then I will kill him,” Ambrose said as he pulled back. “Something I should have done long ago.”
“You can’t blame yourself for this,” Balin said as he cleaned a bit of blood off Ambrose’s cheek.
“Then you cannot do the same,” her angel ordered.
Jamie rolled her shoulders, the pain not as great as it had been.
Balin sighed. “I can’t believe we let you get hurt.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, no, you two don’t get to act all alpha and blame yourselves. You said that those demons where higher-ups, and I saw that they were stronger than the others. You did all you could, and I didn’t do too badly myself.”
Ambrose ran a hand through her hair. “You fought bravely. And starting tomorrow I will teach you how to fight like a warrior.”
She heard the honesty in his tone so she didn’t have to kick him for placating her.
“I’m going to call Dante to help us clean this up,” Balin said as he pulled back, not kissing her like she’d hoped.
Maybe he was just worried and wasn’t really pulling back like he seemed. Without another word, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving her hurt and alone with Ambrose.
“What was that?” she asked as she leaned into him. She’d already had to deal with Ambrose lea
ving her before. She didn’t want to deal with the pain of Balin doing the same.
“He just needs space to think.”
“We can’t let him wallow on his own, Ambrose. That doesn’t do anyone any good.”
He kissed her temple then went to turn on the shower. “I know, Jamie mine. I know.”
She couldn’t let Balin wall himself up and take on the guilt of his father’s actions.
****
Pyro screamed as the report of his demons’ failure reached his ears. He’d sent the best of his men to deal with the problem, and they’d failed. Their deaths didn’t matter to him, but the fact that they hadn’t even taken one of the fucking triad down pissed him off.
He stomped to his desk and threw a large, metal paperweight against the wall. The resounding crash did little to soothe his anger. He needed to kill something. Or, at least, make it feel pain.
Damn Lucifer’s curse. He couldn’t fucking kill his own son because Lucifer had been an asshole. Now, Pyro had to sit back and watch others fail to kill the demon who didn’t even deserve the title of demon.
Balin should be dead.
That fucking Ambrose deserved it just as much.
Pyro ran his hand down the scar the warrior angel had given him all those years ago and cursed. Ambrose deserved to pay for what he’d done. Instead, he was free to roam with his newfound mates, happiness leaking from the bastard’s pores.
Soon it would be blood.
It wasn’t as if Pyro didn’t have a back-up plan.
He’d already sent the note to Kobal that would start things in motion. He knew the djinn leader wouldn’t want Jamie to live. And with Pyro’s help, Kobal would take out that newly-djinn whore. Of course, her men would fight to protect her, leading to their deaths.
Pyro would be able to take on Ambrose while he would let Kobal take on Balin.
The djinn whore would die as well.
It was really too bad about his demons, but Pyro was a planner and would not let his son live.
He’d waited long enough for the bastard to die.
It was time.
****
With the final strike of the hammer, Ambrose had the board in place over where the window had once been. This was the second time that he’d had to watch the glass in Jamie’s window cease to exist, and he didn’t think he could take a third.
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