Going on instinct, she used words to incite him. “Jeremy, I need to feel your cock in my ass.”
She sensed the increase in his arousal—in both their arousals—because their bodies heated even more and their succulent scents mingled and became an arousing aroma that filled her.
Jeremy nodded, even as he moved and made his way down to the end of the bed.
Meghan turned her attention back to Ryan. His fragrance teased her arousal and made her mouth water. She licked him, balls to tip. The way he shivered and his gasp for air pleased her. She wanted to pleasure this man. She wanted to be the safe harbor both these men could find relief and release within.
She wanted to serve them and make them feel as good as they had made her feel.
Ryan groaned, the thrust of his hips, she knew, instinctive. In his eyes she saw a plea, and she could no more deny him than she could stop breathing.
Fisting his shaft, pumping him, she brought him closer and then sucked his cock into her mouth. He tasted different than Jeremy but just as tantalizing, just as good, and goodness, it felt like forever since she’d feasted.
Moving her head up and down on him, stroking his shaft with her tongue, she added tiny little sucks. She couldn’t hold back her sounds of relish, letting him know how much she enjoyed this and how good he tasted to her.
His moans and groans and the movement of his hips, the grip of his fingers, all these worked together to let her know he really liked what she was doing.
The cool silk of lube smoothed over her anus made her start just slightly, and then the shiver of sexual excitement found her pushing her ass against Jeremy’s busy fingers. He breached her sphincter with one finger, and she shivered as that action sent tiny electric shocks throughout her body. Then that one finger was joined by a second, and the burning, the bite, wrapped her nipples and clit together with a pulsing rope of pure arousal.
The third finger made her groan as burning morphed to pain and made her feel hornier than she’d known was possible.
Jeremy withdrew his fingers from her. Tenting her, he kissed the shell of her ear. She felt the heat of his body, so close, and just the slight brush of his condom-covered cock against her ass.
“Let go of him for just a moment, babe.”
Meghan obeyed, and her gaze immediately went to Ryan’s. He watched avidly as his brother moved over her and then focused on her eyes the moment Jeremy began to push his cock into her ass.
The heat of his cockhead pressing against her rosebud sent little flutters of excitement all over her body. As her sphincter opened, and as Jeremy’s cock began a slow slide into her, she embraced the burning and the pain. She shivered and gave a moan of pure pleasure.
“Oh, Jeremy...” It felt so good she closed her eyes and just savored it for a moment. Meghan squeaked when his hand landed on her ass, an unexpected smack. That just made everything she was feeling more.
“Get that mouth of yours back to work, little tiger.”
Meghan was more than happy to comply. She bent over Ryan once more and closed her lips over his cock. Her tongue slurped up the drops of pre-cum, and she swallowed, humming over the flavor.
“Fuck, yeah.” Ryan’s fingers flexed, and his hips began to move, stronger than before. Knowing what he needed, Meghan relaxed her hold of him, just keeping her lips on his shaft, allowing him the freedom to move.
Both lovers were moving inside her body, and she felt so high she thought it a wonder she didn’t explode into orgasm then and there.
“Meghan.” Jeremy’s voice sounded almost tortured. “You feel so damn good.”
He moved in and out of her with a rhythm that grew more impassioned than smooth, and Meghan found she timed her sucking of Ryan’s cock with his brother’s thrusts into her. Thought fractured, her heart raced, and her arousal grew and grew until it snapped its tether. Her climax hit her at the same instant Ryan’s cock quivered and spurted. She swallowed each stream, and when Jeremy shouted, when he held himself tight and deep inside her, she came harder, joyous in the gifts she’d given and received.
* * * *
Mario didn’t speak when they returned to their room. He poured himself a drink and then focused on the glass of scotch in his hand. It was the most expensive scotch available to man, pilfered from a wooden barrel thought hidden safely in the Highlands of Scotland.
The bottle of it he’d just brought from his apartment was a reminder that nothing on this earth could withstand the desires of his family.
“We weren’t ready for them,” Pietro said. “Father didn’t tell us the men had that much power. He called them Latents.”
The liquor floated smoothly down Mario’s throat, heated his blood, and burned off the confusion of the night.
“He seemed to think the woman was the key to this prophecy business, but I don’t think she is at all.”
“There was power in her, brother. We both felt it.”
“Well, let’s think about that for a minute. She was within that other building, and we couldn’t penetrate the protection someone—likely one of the men—had put on it. I’m not sure how much power she holds herself and how much was an overflow from those two so-called Latents. Clearly, we weren’t in time to prevent them from meeting. They knew her well enough.” He’d felt the anger of a man whose woman was being threatened.
“You have a point. We’ve never even heard of a woman with power.” Pietro looked at him, and Mario sensed the panic just below the surface. “What the hell are we going to do? Father said we had to prevent them from getting together. That’s already happened. I’m not sure if she was dead or if the reason you couldn’t read her was because one of those men wrapped her in a protection spell of some sort.”
“I don’t think she was dead. I would have sensed a total void, and that’s not what I found. No, I couldn’t sink into her thoughts, yet there was something there. I couldn’t get a read on whose power protected her. There wasn’t time for me to fully see those two men.” There had been a sense of something familiar about the power that had protected the woman, but the what of it seemed as elusive as a fragrance on the wind.
“So, someone shielded her from us, as if they didn’t want you to know her thoughts?”
“Yes.” Mario frowned. What would be the harm in letting him read the woman’s silly thoughts? Unless...unless Father had been right and they weren’t so silly, after all.
Pietro must have been thinking along the same lines. “How much do we know about this woman? Father says she comes from the old place, a place I’d always believed was a myth. Did he mean to imply that she’d traveled through time?”
“Time travel? That’s nearly as fantastical as the entire prophecy bullshit the old man was spouting.” Mario set his glass down. “All that happened tonight is that we were surprised by the strength of both of those two men. They’re clearly warlocks. I did sense a lack of finesse in them. Perhaps they aren’t truly latent, but they’re certainly not very skilled. We likely saw their best tonight. They don’t know how to truly defeat an opponent. Did you notice the confusion between them? Instead of each man allowing the other his portion, they were all over the place. They came damn close to crossing their power.” He and Pietro had never come that close to crossing their power streams. It was one of their biggest taboos.
Mario thought about all the lessons they’d learned when their powers emerged. They’d been trained separately, of course. Mario was the older and, therefore, the stronger, pre-eminent twin. And the one lesson hammered into him time and again was a very simple, and a very logical, one: a Fortuna never trusted any man enough to let him see inside his power, not even his own twin.
“Maybe we can somehow get those two Latents to cross their power. I’ve often wondered what would happen if we warlocks did that.” Pietro grinned. “Our tutor said it would be disaster. And I think that’s what those two deserve—a fucking disaster.”
Pietro’s suggestion had merit. No one knew what would happen if they did w
hat he suggested—if they goad those two not-so-latent Latents into crossing their power. Surely if it wasn’t a deadly disaster, they wouldn’t have been warned against it all their lives?
“I think you’re onto something.” Mario took another sip from his glass. “We need to anger them to such an extent that they come at us.”
“They seem to have formed an attachment to the woman. What if we seduce her? That insult to their masculinity would likely be enough to push them over the edge, from anger into rage.”
“They were careless tonight,” Mario mused. “Their attention was more on her than on us, even when they were attacking us.” He thought it odd that Pietro didn’t seem to understand how powerful those two men actually were. But his twin was right about one thing. They did seem to hold an attachment for the woman. “No... I don’t think seducing her would be the way to go. I think we just need to show up there tomorrow and begin to attack her. If one of us can hurt her, make her bleed, then they would be distracted—trying to protect her instead of fighting us.”
“You just want to go at them? A fight to the death?”
“Is there really any other kind? We can’t let word get out that they got the better of us, even once. Ours is the strongest warlock family, is it not? No other comes close. If they did, we’d have been challenged by now. And, except for the time Vincente went after that one man, we never have been. Until tonight.”
Mario could see his brother was thinking. It was hard, sometimes, to wait for that process. Pietro really was his lesser self, the weakest of them in all areas. Soon, it would be time for him to consider what to do about that. At the first sign his father was going into decline would be the time for him to move. He was already feeling a separation from his brother, and it had begun in earnest when his oldest siblings had died.
“Father sent us here to prevent the three of them from getting together. Clearly, we failed at that. Will killing them alter that prophecy the old man is so worried about? If their simply getting together was the point, then it’s done.”
Mario chose his words carefully. It had occurred to him as Pietro spoke that his brother was too weak and too soft hearted. Oh, he’d do what Mario asked him to do, but he wouldn’t like it, not one bit. Unless he perceived that he really was carrying out their father’s orders.
“Perhaps it wasn’t just their getting together that he meant. Now that I think about it, I have to wonder about one woman with two men. Remember the fairy tales we heard as children, how there once was a race of beings that believed the most powerful came from such families? Of course, we know it’s not true. No man worthy of the name shares his mate. But what if that’s what Father wanted us to prevent? Their mating? The only reason to stop such a thing would be to prevent any children from being created.” Mario nodded. “I think that must be it. This means we still have time to carry out our father’s command.”
“Yes, I see your point. If they all three die tomorrow, there will be no children born.”
“Precisely.” Mario didn’t believe it himself. But he definitely wanted those two men—and their woman—to suffer and die. Then everyone would know that he was indeed the strongest warlock of his generation.
Mario met his brother’s gaze. “We’ll rest tonight and most of tomorrow. And then, we’ll go there, and we’ll attack.”
Chapter 13
Meghan loved making love with her men. She loved being able to make them hard with arousal, and she loved being able to make them lose control. She loved the sense of satisfaction she got from cradling them between her thighs as their hearts raced in the aftermath of loving. She loved orgasms—completely loved them—and wondered if maybe she wasn’t more than a little addicted to them.
Most of all, she loved Ryan and Jeremy Jones with every breath of her body and every beat of her heart.
She loved the way they had her cocooned between them just now. Sweat had evaporated, and the scent of their loving remained as a trace perfume. She should have been exhausted after all that had happened this evening. Certainly, the hour was late and most would be asleep by now.
Meghan couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t sleep, and she couldn’t let one more hour, or even one more minute, pass. She needed to tell them how she felt now. She needed to tell them because she had the slightest sense that she might not have much time to do so.
“I love you. I love you both so much. I never knew it could be like this—I never knew I could be like this. But it is, and I am. I needed you to know. It’s just too big a feeling to keep locked inside of me any longer.”
She met first Ryan’s gaze and then Jeremy’s. A part of her wished she could have kept her mouth shut because they weren’t looking all, let’s-break-out-the-champagne and celebrate kind of happy. They looked... contemplative. Meghan was sorry if they felt she’d put on the spot with her declaration.
The men looked at each other for a long moment. She felt the sizzle of their power, and so she knew they were in mind space, just the two of them. She wouldn’t barge in. She’d let them have their privacy.
Then Ryan looked down at her. He laid his hand on her abdomen, bent down, and kissed her. Of course, it wasn’t the passionate kiss of a lover but the light kiss of a friend. She tried very hard not to worry.
“My life has been filled with watershed moments.” He took a moment to brush a strand of hair off her face. He seemed to be looking at her, drinking in the sight of her—to remember for when he was gone? She told her brain to stop, and then she focused on him, and she listened.
“The first was meeting Jeremy, although I don’t recall that event precisely because our mothers put us together in the same playpen at either house from the time we could sit up. There’re only a couple of months between us, age-wise. The next, of course, was when Jeremy’s folks were killed. It felt like the worst thing ever because Mrs. Smith had been a second mother to me and Mr. Smith a second father. Then Jeremy moved in, and that was very good.
“Then there was that day, that June day, when our lives changed forever—not just the fear of the moment, but the miracle of it, too. From then on, I had purpose. Nothing could have distracted me from that purpose, and nothing did.
“And then I met you. And I felt...I felt the world suddenly turn right, and whole. I was suddenly right and whole.” He shook his head, and for a moment, Meghan felt gripped between terror and hope. She couldn’t read the emotion on his face, and she refused to look into his thoughts.
“And I also discovered I can be an idiot. There you were, and I was questioning everything about you and how I—how we—felt about you.”
He didn’t say anything more. Jeremy placed his hand on her, just below his brother’s. “Everything he said, but one thing more. I’m a stubborn cuss. You need to know that about me. I’ve been resisting reality, too. Mad because my feelings for you might have been directed by so-called destiny and even fueled by the magic that lives between us. I wanted to scream at the cosmos that I make my own decisions, damn it.” He inhaled, a shaky breath, and leaned over and kissed her with the same kind of deliberate lightness Ryan had used.
“Tonight, for the second time in my life, I was scared shitless, not just that I was going to lose someone but that I was going to lose that someone without letting them know how I felt about them.” He looked up at Ryan, who nodded. Then he turned back to her, and she saw it. She saw love in his eyes and on his face.
“I love you, Meghan. So what if destiny has played a part? So what if that magic we share is part of the attraction? When people look for their life’s partner, don’t they hope for someone who understands the heart of them? And when they find them, isn’t there a sense that they were meant to be? A sense of destiny? That’s what we have with you.”
“And that just makes it perfect,” Ryan said. “I love you, Meghan.”
“Oh!” She exhaled heavily. She couldn’t prevent the tears that blurred her vision. She loved them so much she honestly hadn’t been able to imagine her life without them in
it. The irony wasn’t lost on her. Now they’d said they loved her, when the future really was uncertain.
“We want whatever future we can have together, little tiger.” Jeremy’s smile simply lit her heart. “But first, we need to handle those two...how did they think of themselves? Ah yes, warlocks.”
“You don’t think they’re gone, do you?” Meghan looked from one to the other. She’d tried to believe it was over, but she’d been afraid—very afraid—that it wasn’t.
“No, I don’t.”
“They went away to lick their wounds, though we really didn’t hurt them. They were angry, especially the darker-haired one.” Ryan sighed. “Baby, I think they’re going to come back with a vengeance. I’m not sure how powerful they are.”
“We know one thing about them, though.” Megan nodded. “Like their brothers, it doesn’t seem as if they know how to work together.” She could have told them in the short time she’d had before she’d lost consciousness, she sensed a real evil in them and that they’d wanted, very badly, to kill her. They hadn’t succeeded tonight, but she didn’t want to bet on the future. But she didn’t want to put any more fear in the hearts of these good men, so she remained silent on that score.
“There was a lot of darkness within those two,” Jeremy said. “It wasn’t all connected to their magic, either. I don’t know how strong their power is, but looking inside them was like looking at every negative trait and emotion a person could think of.”
“I guess if the descendants of the Chosen could have completely forgotten about their powers, and their history, then the descendants of the Scorned could remember things that weren’t true—and forget the things that were. Maybe, because of the reason for the Great Separation, they might have clung more fiercely to their pasts and then believed better of themselves with each successive generation.”
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