The Magic Number

by Natalie Gibson

  “Don’t move, Israel. Camilla stand up.”

  She did, and it brought her face next to Israel’s. He rested his forehead on her shoulder. She shrugged the spaghetti straps of her gown off her shoulders and moaned at the sensation of the silky material caressing her curves as it slipped to the floor. Nanae stood too. He slipped one arm around Israel’s waist and used the other to run along Camilla’s now naked body. He palmed her full, firm breasts, rolling them, teasing her peaks to points.

  Camilla moaned into Israel’s ear when Nanae’s hand drifted south and came to rest on her soft mound. Israel watched as Nanae’s hand moved gently. He didn’t doubt that Nanae knew exactly what to do to make Camilla cum. He imagined the thick digit parting her pretty lips, sliding between her labia, slipping inside her already slick, swollen opening and gathering the moisture there. “Spread your legs for him,” Israel said. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t keep himself from dominating her. She needed him to tell her what to do, how to please them both. It pleased her to do what she was told.

  She parted her thighs, and Nanae pushed his inhumanly thick finger inside her. He pulled it out and plunged it in again, wiggling it once it was deep enough to touch that oh-so-sensitive G-spot. Camilla murmured and breathed in Israel’s ear. When Nanae began to circle her plump clit with the pad of his thumb, her knees gave, and she gripped Izzy’s shoulders. Her fingernails dug in, but Izzy didn’t mind. She was so close to coming. He whispered, “Go ahead, cum for him, Chickadee.”

  “No.” Nanae slowed his movements down. “She can cum when you admit you love us.”

  Camilla whispered and begged in her breathiest voice—the one that drove Israel mad with desire—until he couldn’t deny her. He could deny himself, but not her, not when she begged like that. “You know I love you both.”

  “And we love you.” Nanae brought her to quick climax. Her noises were almost enough to push Israel over the edge. His nerves were shot from resisting them. He hungered. He groaned when Nanae told him, “She creamed all over my hand. It’s so wet, you could slip right inside.”

  Camilla locked her hands around Israel’s shoulders and lifted her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She teased him with a circular motion of her hips. His crown was at her slit; his sword ached to be sheathed in her flesh. Nanae held Israel still with his arm around his stomach. He used the hand Camilla had creamed to massage Israel’s anus. Her lubrication allowed his finger to slip inside to the third knuckle. His was much bigger than hers had been. It stretched Israel. Izzy pushed back against Nanae’s hand. Nanae added a second finger as he pumped in and out.

  Nanae talked nasty to Israel. “I want to put my monster dick in your tight little asshole. I want to push in as deep as you can take it, and then I want to push a little farther. I want to be root-deep inside you when I shoot cum. Is that what you want?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good.” Nanae pulled his foreskin back, exposing the smooth head. He spread Camilla’s orgasm all over that helmet-like crown. It was much bigger than his fingers, but he knew Israel could take it. The golden god put his penis against the Lilitu’s anus. “You want to fuck Camilla while I fuck you?”

  “Please.” Izzy was beyond thinking.

  Nanae’s voice was deeper than they had ever heard it. It rumbled in their chests and tampered with their heartbeats. “Say you belong with us.”

  “You do, Izzy. You know it. Say it. Please.” Camilla slipped a bit, and Izzy pushed into her pussy a fraction of an inch.

  “I…belong…”

  “Put your hands on her waist and press her against the door. Say it.”

  “I…”

  Nanae pushed the tip of his dick inside Izzy. He wrapped his arm around Izzy’s neck loosely.

  “…belong…” Izzy moved forward the same fragment Nanae had. “…with…you.”

  Both catchers let out a sound of disappointment when the pitcher pulled out, but the disappointment was short-lived. “Again,” Nanae commanded.

  “I belong with you.”

  Nanae, pleased with Izzy’s capitulation, surged forward. Camilla, trapped against the door, gasped when Izzy slipped all the way inside her. It felt so good to be filled after all that denial. Inch by inch, Izzy was filled also, the friction on both his cock and in his ass setting him up for a quick climax. Nanae set the rhythm, and no one was left unsatisfied.

  When they were close to finishing, Israel’s incisors lengthened. Camilla stared at his mouth and then opened hers to reveal her sharp canines. Nanae instructed them, “Israel, drink from Camilla. Camilla, drink from me.” That way Israel would have both Nephilim and Sinnis essence pouring into him just as Camilla would have both her men’s. They would seal this bond and close this circle with prana. Nanae straightened the arm around Israel’s neck, leaving his elbow resting on his shoulder. Camilla angled her head, both to offer her neck to Izzy and put her face against Nanae’s inner elbow.

  Israel nuzzled her throat, kissing with lips and tongue, scraping gently with his dangerously sharp teeth. Only when he felt the rush of her excitement around his thrusting did he penetrate her skin. He had only ever tasted Nanae’s blood, so he was no expert, but to him, Camilla’s tasted just like his maker’s. Camilla poked one fang into the vein of Nanae’s arm where a needle would normally go. Then she closed her lips around it and drew.

  Panting, Nanae led them on a chain-reaction orgasm. True to his word, Nanae was root-deep inside Izzy when he came. His cock, jumping, pumping hot jizz into Israel, triggered Izzy’s own pulsing dick. Camilla felt the spurts of Izzy’s seed against her cervix. As always, she came when Izzy told her to, his words mumbling against her skin. The walls of her vagina clamped down on his still throbbing member. Her fluids mixed with his as she milked the last bit of seed from him.

  Camilla rested her head on Israel’s shoulder, and Nanae wrapped his arms around them both, squeezing gently. They stood pressed together, Camilla’s chest to Izzy’s, Nanae’s chest to Izzy’s back, until Israel felt a heaviness in the hollow of his throat. It quickly changed to a warmth.

  Camilla laughed her tinkling laugh and dropped her legs down. She grabbed Izzy’s hand and dragged him back to their bedroom to stand in front of the mirror. There they were. Both Camilla and Israel had matching birthmarks. Red glowing spots between their clavicles marked them. The necklace had sunk below the skin to find a home in their flesh. Camilla smiled at Israel in the reflection. “The birthmark wouldn’t accept me alone.”

  From the doorway, Nanae finished his thought from before. “Camilla is my Sinnis, my woman from my mother’s body. She has satisfied my hunger and banished my Beast, but she cannot give me all the love I need. Only you two together can do that. The stone knew that. I know that. And I am not so vain to think that I will ever be all that you or she needs.”

  It didn’t matter whether the birthmark Nanae had given Camilla split, dividing itself between Nanae’s two loves, or the Lilitu’s body had sensed their desire for him to wear the same mark. To Israel, both meant the same thing. He belonged with Nanae and Camilla. As long as he wore the same birthmark as she, Israel would never question his place again.

  MONTANA LAY in his hotel room bed and stared at the television screen at the foot of his bed. The anchorman had breaking news about a massive natural gas explosion—a freak accident—that had destroyed a multimillion-dollar residence in the Hill Country just southwest of Austin proper. There was no official report yet concerning its residents. There was no estimate of casualties at this time. Viewers were to stay tuned to KVUE for updates on this and all other Austin news.

  Montana hit the power button on the clicker, and the TV blinked off. KVUE wouldn’t have the details he needed. Montana knew the residents. It was no accident that the Paion compound had been destroyed. The Akhkharu were looking for vengeance and perhaps the DakuAhu. They had gotten the first but not the second.

  Montana rolled his shoulder. It was nowhere near fully healed, but it was coming
along nicely. The Paion had paid for his joint replacement. The surgery was arduous but successful. The rehabilitation was slow and painful. He would get better. He had to. He was now the head of his Fellowship chapter. He needed to contact the nearest living member to gain access to the transmission he knew Brian would have sent cataloging their fight.

  Montana patted the white weapon lying beside him on the tacky, worn bedspread. Unable to help himself, he closed his palm around the hilt, which warmed and hummed at his touch. He promised that he would learn to wield it. He would use it to remove the scourge of half-breeds from this earth.

  To three writers that I don’t personally know but whose books have had a profound effect on my life. Christine Feehan gave me back my joy of reading, my love of paranormal romance. Anya Bast showed me that love stories can be about more than two people. Annabel Joseph proved with her works that BDSM can be about love.

  Thanks to Joni and Vern and everyone at BHC Press, my publisher. To Chelsea Cambeis, my editor. Thanks for the suggestions and improvements. You made my book better.

  I’ve dedicated previous books to my husband but I’d like to acknowledge him in this one. He is always my first reader and fan. Being able to discuss anything and everything with Eric is the best part of my life.

  Born and raised in northeast Texas, Natalie Gibson adores the color green and reveres the forest and the tortoise. Get her too far from the pine tree farm she grew up on, and she can’t breathe. Natalie has always loved reading, but it wasn’t until her daughter was born in 2008 that she discovered the joy of writing. Her stories always have strong females who change the world, magical creatures that battle their baser natures, and seriously evil bad guys who don’t. Natalie’s fantastical worlds coexist with our own; otherworldly violence, sexuality, and the supernatural are hidden behind a thin veil.