Her Warriors' Three Wishes (Dante's Circle)

by Ryan, Carrie Ann

  “Cocky until the end, Pyro. That will be your downfall.”

  Pyro glared and lashed out with his claws, but Ambrose was faster. He turned on his heel, swinging his sword upward with all his strength.

  Little resistance met his blade as he sliced through Pyro’s neck, beheading the bastard in one swoop.

  The demon’s eyes widened as he reached up to the cut on his neck then fell to his knees, his head landing beside him.

  Blood pooled around the body, and Ambrose let out a sigh.

  He should have done that before. No, he’d thought he’d seen good in the man and let him live. He’d never been so wrong before, but through Pyro, he’d met his loves, his fate.

  It was over.

  It almost seemed too easy.

  The wind slapped against the glass in the windows, shattering the one farthest away from him, and he cursed.

  No, it hadn’t been too easy.

  The storm was out of control, and that meant Jamie was their only hope to stop it or all of this would be for nothing.

  Without a djinn controlling it, the humans were at risk from the impact of the storm, as well as finding out supernaturals existed.

  He gave one last look to the demon who’d plagued him for far too long and left the body where it lay. They’d clean up their messes once they were done.

  Now he had a mate to help.

  The mate who would help them all.

  ****

  Jamie fell to her knees, the wind lashing at and tangling her hair. She’d felt it when Kobal had died, her bones almost breaking under the strain of magic in the air. She couldn’t see either of her men, but she had to pray they were okay.

  She’d had the vague hope that once the djinn leader and his followers were dead, the storm would dissipate and it would all end.

  Sadly, that wasn’t the case.

  There was no way she’d die on her knees though. No way, she’d go down fighting.

  Using as much strength as she could, despite the roaring wind, she stood on her two legs, facing down the storm that wouldn’t die. Another surge of rain and wind came at them and she stretched out her arm, palm up, to pull at the core of the storm.

  As if she’d formed her own wave against it, her power clashed against the storm, sending it back into itself so it didn’t attack the people below.

  Her power waned, but she gritted her teeth.

  There had to be something else she could do.

  Before, it had taken all her strength to just keep the storm at bay, not letting it grow and move toward the unsuspecting areas of the city. As it was, she had no idea how they were going to explain this to the humans. The others had thousands of years of experience doing just that, so she’d leave it to them.

  The storm brewing overhead, however, looked like it would be her problem.

  Dante and Shade were finishing up the last of the demons and djinn. The pained screams as the enemies fell would forever echo in her mind, but it was better than the alternative.

  If that made her cruel and callous, she didn’t care.

  She couldn’t let her family die.

  The rain fell hard, soaking her to the skin. She shivered, and her teeth chattered as the wind whipped across her, practically icing her bones.

  It didn’t matter. It couldn’t.

  The street filled with water as the rain dragged on, and she knew a flood was imminent. Damn it. There had to be something she could do. She couldn’t last long like this, not when she didn’t know the full extent of her powers. Instinctively, she knew how to stop the storm from moving on, but she couldn’t stop it.

  She didn’t know how.

  “Jamie!” Balin called as he ran to her, his chest heaving. His clothes held bloodstains.

  “Oh, God, are you hurt?”

  “I’m fine. It’s not my blood.” He stood beside her and gathered her into his arms.

  Though she wanted to lean on him, she couldn’t. She needed to do this on her own. She pulled back but gripped his hand.

  “You need to stop the storm, baby,” he said. “It’s not something any of us can do. A djinn started it, so a djinn must stop it.”

  Her body shook as she kept that fragile hold on the cord the storm possessed. “I’m trying, but I don’t think I’m powerful enough. At least on her own.” A tear threatened to escape, and she cursed. She couldn’t start crying because, once she did, she was afraid she’d never stop.

  Balin ran a hand down her back and kissed the crown of her head. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

  “I can see the cord, or whatever it’s called, that connects me and my magic to the storm. That’s how I’m stopping its progress—or at least slowing it down. I don’t know how to shut it down.” She shuddered. “I don’t know if I can. I’m going to find a way, damn it.”

  “If you can’t stop it using your normal powers, you’ll have to use our last wish, my love,” Ambrose said as he came to her side. Though she’d been able to see him coming, she hadn’t been able to focus on it, not when she had to use all her strength to deal with the storm.

  Relief, sweet relief swept through her as he pulled her and Balin into his arms. It was short-lived however as she pulled back so she could stand between them.

  “I need to focus on the storm and not fall into your arms right now. Are you okay?” she asked.

  “I’m unhurt.”

  That didn’t really answer the question, but she’d take it.

  “Pyro?” Balin asked, and despite the pain radiating though her body as she fought the storm, she hurt even more for him.

  “It’s done,” Ambrose said and leaned forward to place a soft kiss to Balin’s lips.

  As both men pulled back, she watched Balin’s face for any hint of emotion but saw only the resigned expression that marked Ambrose’s.

  “I’m sorry you had to deal with something I should have been able to,” Balin said, his voice low and barely audible over the raging wind.

  “I would do anything for either of you,” Ambrose said. “For now, we need to help Jamie. Love, if you can’t stop the storm on your own, you’ll need to use your wish. You saved Balin and Becca—both people you love. Now you need to save everyone you love.”

  Jamie nodded. “I had already figured that’s what I’d have to do, but I needed to make sure. You know more about them.” She turned to narrow her eyes. “Something we’ll have to change. Soon.”

  Balin framed her face with his hands as the rain continued to pour down on them.

  “You can do this. No matter what happens in the future, you’ll always have us. We’ll do all in our power to make sure you don’t regret using up your wishes so early.”

  A gust of wind slapped at them, draining her energy just that much more.

  “I’ll never regret using the wishes as I have. Never.”

  She kissed him hard then moved to do the same to Ambrose.

  “Hold me?” she asked, needing their strength.

  “You should never have to ask,” Ambrose said as she stood between her two men, yet also under her own power, ready to use her last wish as a djinn.

  She closed her eyes, focusing on the storm, praying that this would work.

  “I wish for this storm to end and the magic that came with it to cease, keeping the humans unaware.”

  She added the last part to keep Kobal’s initial magic that had kept the humans away intact. She could only hope it worked.

  Slowly, the wind died down, and the flooding receded. The rain became almost a drizzle, a soft memory of the storm that had raged with all its fury.

  Shade and Dante walked toward them, their clothes wet and their bodies strong, but with each lagging step, she knew they had to be as tired as her.

  She watched as a small sliver of moonlight cracked through the clouds, and she smiled.

  “It worked,” she rasped out.

  Shade smiled, and Dante shook his head as if to clear it.

  Her men held her closer,
and she inhaled their heady scents, wanting to go home and never let them go.

  “You’re amazing, my djinn,” Balin whispered.

  “Our djinn,” Ambrose corrected, and she laughed.

  In the face of all that had happened, she laughed.

  It would be okay.

  They’d won.

  Chapter 18

  Ambrose settled his hand over Jamie’s naked hip, loving the way her soft skin felt against his palm. They were in their bed in her home…no their home. He and Balin had tired her out the previous night showing her exactly how much they loved her, but he wanted her again.

  And, his cock was ready to make that happen.

  It had been almost a week since the storm had taken out the abandoned warehouse district. With the help of some of the supernaturals, the humans said it was a freak storm that had cleaned out the wasted area they’d been meaning to renovate anyway. The city would soon have parks and new business down there, replacing the seedy underbelly it had once been.

  The blood and stench of death had been washed away, leaving no trace of what had happened that fateful night.

  Kobal and Pyro were dead, and those who wanted the triad’s heads were gone. Though Jamie didn’t have any more wishes up her sleeve, she still had the magic that ran through her veins, rendering her as long-lived as he and Balin. Balin would live as long as Ambrose and Jamie were alive thanks to their bond, and now Ambrose had something to live for besides being a warrior.

  He had hope.

  A future.

  Despite the echo of pain he felt at the thought, they’d have children to raise. He would tell them of their lost half-siblings so those children would live on in memories.

  It seemed as if they had a future to embrace. One with Jamie’s parents. Through a lot of discussions, they’d decided to tell her parents about her new life. As no one had ever been through this type of situation before, they felt that they had a right to make their own progress and make sure that they could have the future they wanted. Though no one could become a supernatural without the gods’ will—apparently—they could still make sure their connections to the human realm weren’t burnt beyond recognition. They had a life here and would do anything they could to keep it.

  Though they would never return to hell, they had a home in the human realm—and in the angelic one. The day before, his council had sent a missive saying that Balin would be an honorary angelic warrior—something that had never been done before.

  Jamie had received the same honor.

  It seemed that the council felt that anyone who could protect the supernatural secret and save the angelic kind was deemed worthy in their book.

  He’d take it, even if it felt high-handed.

  They’d sent a third missive asking him to join their council—again.

  And, like the previous times, he’d declined.

  He had a family to enjoy, and he wanted them to be free in the angelic and human realms, and if the new djinn leader, Temperance, had anything to say about it, they’d have a place with the djinns as well. Though he knew Jamie already had plans to talk with Temperance about training so she could find the full extent of her powers and control. That would take time, but he knew she’d be happy. They all would be.

  A far cry from where they’d stood before.

  Jamie’s lush bottom pressed against his groin, and he groaned, pulling himself out of his thoughts.

  Balin chuckled and slid his hand between Jamie and Ambrose, cupping her ass and brushing against Ambrose’s cock.

  Ambrose groaned again, rocking into the both of them.

  “I thought we were sleeping in,” Jamie grumbled as she wrapped her leg around Balin’s waist.

  Their demon moaned as Ambrose was sure his cock was pressed against Jamie’s soft pussy.

  “From the feel of it, I don’t think you want to sleep anymore,” Balin said as he kissed her softly.

  Ambrose watched his lovers kiss while he ran his hand over her stomach and lower to circle her clit.

  Jamie whimpered, and he sank two fingers into her heat, brushing Balin’s cock in the process.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Balin said as he rocked against them both.

  Ambrose worked her until she panted, her body blushing. Balin bent his head, sucking on her nipples, and she came against them.

  He quickly reached back to get the lube from the nightstand drawer. They’d been preparing her for this, but now it was time.

  “I’m going to sink into that sweet ass of yours, my love. And, while I do that, Balin’s going to fill that pussy of yours. We’re going to love you until you can’t move.”

  “That sounds like the best morning ever,” she said breathlessly.

  “Hell yeah,” Balin said.

  Ambrose slowly worked her hole, preparing her for him. Her bottom pushed back, eager for his touch, and he chuckled.

  “Wait, my love, it’ll be better with anticipation.”

  “The hell with anticipation. I’d rather have you in me,” Jamie said, her body writhing under her Balin and his touch.

  They were all still on their sides, so it would be tricky, but well worth the wait. When she was ready, he positioned his cock at her puckered hole and held her hips.

  “Push out, my love,” he said as he gently rocked his cock past the tight ring of muscles. She moaned, and he stopped, letting her body get accustomed to his size. Then he slowly pumped his hips, letting his cock slide into her tight heat, her ass clenching around him.

  Dear God. This was heaven.

  Well, a part of heaven.

  Sliding into her pussy or mouth, or Balin’s ass or mouth, was just as heavenly.

  Right now, right at this moment, he’d found perfection.

  When he was fully seated, he gripped her hips and rocked a bit more.

  “Ambrose, oh, God, yes,” she said, her body flush against his.

  “We’re not done yet,” he whispered into her ear then kissed behind her earlobe. “Balin, are you ready?”

  He looked up at his demon lover who stared at them with dark eyes, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled their scents.

  “Past ready.” Balin carefully lifted Jamie’s leg just a bit higher and slowly slid into her heat.

  Ambrose felt his other lover’s cock press against his through that thin layer of tissue and shuddered.

  Fuck.

  This had to be the best thing ever.

  “I’m so full,” Jamie whispered as both men lay still, waiting for her to acclimate.

  “I love you,” he whispered to them both then began to move.

  Balin matched his rhythm, so they worked in and out of her in tandem, slowly rising to the crest that would surely break them all.

  His balls clenched, and he reached around to massage Jamie’s breasts. She leaned into his touch, and he rolled her nipple.

  “I’m going to…”

  She didn’t finish her sentence. She tightened her lower muscles around him as she came. He followed soon behind, his cum jetting within her, filling her up. Balin groaned as he did the same, their breaths in sync, their bodies entwined.

  “We need to do this every morning,” Jamie said once she could speak again.

  Ambrose chuckled. “Anything you want, love.”

  Balin moved to get a wet towel then cleaned them up. Ambrose lay back with Jamie resting on his chest, her nipples hard against him.

  “I know you haven’t asked, but I’m okay if we don’t get married the traditional way,” Jamie said, and Ambrose froze.

  He risked a glance up at Balin, who stood at the end of the bed, his eyes wide.

  Ambrose cleared his throat. “Actually, Balin and I were discussing how we could do something along those lines.”

  Balin knelt on the bed between Ambrose’s legs so he could be close to Jamie as well. She leaned on her arms and turned slightly, a frown on her face.

  “How are we going to do that?”

  “Well,” Ambrose started, “if you wan
t, one of us can marry you in the human realm. In any of the other realms, triads are acceptable, even cherished. So, yes, the three of us can be married in a traditional angel, djinn, or demon setting.”

  “Not demon,” Balin said with a grin on his face, showing that he was okay with not including demons in their future beyond himself—and hopefully their children and Fawkes.

  “So you’re saying we can be husbands and wife?” She laughed. “That sounds weird, but I’ll take it. We don’t have to have a human marriage. We’re already doing things differently by living like this. We don’t have to prove anything to anyone.”

  Ambrose traced her face while Balin did the same to her side. “Are you sure?”

  “Of course. I love you both. I don’t want to deal with the humans and have to make a choice between the two of you. I’d rather do something that makes the three of us happy.”

  He kissed her softly then Balin did the same.

  “How did we get so lucky?” Balin asked.

  “I have no idea. You’ll just have to prove you’re worth it,” she teased, and Ambrose growled, moving her to her back so he could tickle her.

  “Oh, really?”

  “Stop!” She gasped through laughter.

  Balin attacked her other side, and she wiggled between them. “Fine, you win.”

  “Good. You should know I’m always right,” Ambrose said, his voice as serious as he could make it.

  “Sure, baby, anything you say,” Jamie said. “Have you heard from Becca by the way?” she asked, her teeth biting into her lip.

  “No, why?” Ambrose said as he ran a finger over the indentions she made with her teeth. “Wouldn’t she call you and not me?”

  She shrugged, worry on her face. “She hasn’t called me or anyone else. I thought maybe since she seemed to like you, she’d call to ask you about her true half or something.”

  Ambrose nodded, understanding. “You mean the fact that Hunter hasn’t claimed her yet, though we all know she’s his mate? Oh, and how since I left you for a year because I had to deal with my council that maybe she saw a similarity in her own situation?”

  “Yes, that.” She blushed under his gaze and he leaned to kiss her cheek.