“Eve, get out of your head. You can do this.”
Smack!
Nash’s tone turned stern. “Stop fighting. Open up to me.”
I want to, I really do. I just don’t know how.
Slap!
She realized he’d replaced the paddle with his open hand, thrilling her to the max.
Slap! Slap!
His slaps came harder and faster. The mix of the painful sting with the pleasure of his touch made her believe she could die from holding back from the soon-to-come orgasm that continued to grow inside her like a mushroom cloud of lust and heat.
She heard a cap pop open, then she felt a finger slick her ass ring up with lube. Take my body, yes!
She felt his fingers circling her backside entrance, and then a digit pierced through the tightness, making her cry out from sheer desire. In and out, he fingered her ass. Something akin to electricity shot up her spine.
In and out. Deeper. Another digit joined with the other inside her, stretching to make room for a massive cock. Which one? Did it matter? No. She craved them both, hoping to have her pussy and ass filled simultaneously by them. One in the front. One in the back. They called it tripling. She called it heaven.
“Eve, you belong to us.” Nash’s tone had softened. “You may not realize that now, but you will.”
Kronos turned her head so that she now faced him. “It’s true, sweetheart.”
“Surrender to me and Kronos, tonight. We’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again.”
Her stomach flip-flopped.
“Her tight little ass is ready for your cock, Kronos. Get her charged up.”
She felt him push his cock slowly and steadily past her ass ring.
Nash had moved onto the bed with her, his hands moving lightly over the skin of her sides.
Kronos went deeper still. Eve jolted.
“Hold on, angel. Let her get her breath back.”
“She is so tight. I really want to stretch her wide open.” But he didn’t. He didn’t move a fraction more into her.
The pain disappeared, replaced by a full-on ache.
“Good girl. You got it. Clamp down on his dick.”
She obeyed instantly and tightened her muscles.
Kro groaned then plunged the rest of his cock into her. “Who’s doing the torture here, us or her? I’m not sure I can hold back for us to form the triangle with her.”
“Sure you can. This is necessary for her to finally surrender every shred of control over to us.”
“That she will.”
They both sounded so sure that she would. Her body had already waved the white flag of submission. But her mind? Her heart? They still held back, if only by a fingernail.
When he started his slow thrusts in and out of her backside, the thickness of his cock stretched her even more. No pain left, only wet desire. Warning lights flashed in her mind. Too far! Go back!
But she couldn’t. Time drifted, and the world spun. Her brain began to quiet.
“That’s it, Kronos. Keep it up. Perfect.”
Her orgasm knocked at the door, but Nash hadn’t given her permission to open up to it. She closed her eyes shut, willing it away.
“I think she’s ready, jinn.”
Seconds later, her restraints were removed. Kro’s cock never left her as they pulled her to her side, and then to her back against his chest. His drilling slowed to a crawl inside her ass.
The air hit her wet pussy, causing her to shiver. When she felt Nash’s dick rub against her mound, her eyes popped open. He gazed at her and smiled. “Open up to me, Eve.”
She nodded.
His mouth latched onto her breasts’ erect bits of flesh. The sensation rolled over the rest of her skin, causing goose bumps to appear.
His cock pierced her pussy with one quick thrust. A mind-blowing heat erupted inside her.
Please, let me come.
Nash held her waist firmly and nuzzled her neck. Not yet, Eve.
Had she actually heard Nash’s thought? All reason disappeared as their combined assaults boiled her insides raw.
Please, oh please. I need to come.
His mental command came. Surrender to us, and then you can come.
She couldn’t take anymore. Her past pain didn’t hold a chance against these two. She let herself imagine a bright, safe future for the first time in her life. A future with her angel and her jinn.
Nash, do you see it? Her red energy is dancing on her skin.
Nash’s and Kro’s thoughts poured into her in a rush. They wanted to protect and possess her. They adored her. They believed in her strength and courage.
“Yes, I see it. Eve, tell me that you surrender.”
“God, look at that power! She’s filling up the room with it.”
They’d peeled her back, crumbled her walls, and left her defenseless. She wanted to comply, to lean on them for what she needed, but still she held back.
I don’t want to be alone anymore.
“Let go of it. Open up to me. You can do it.”
Their thrusts slammed into her with more force—more need.
I want to surrender and open up to them, but I just don’t know how.
She felt tears roll down her cheeks.
Nash kissed her eyelids. “It’s okay. You’ve done great. We have more time.”
Had he heard her thoughts? She didn’t know it was possible, but did she really know the extent of their magic.
“Eve, you can come for us now. Let your climax go.”
Kro’s thoughts shot into her. Thank heavens, jinn. I can’t last a minute longer myself.
Nash laughed. “The girl can clench down hard, can’t she.”
“Time to form the triangle.”
Eve saw green smoke surround Nash then move into her. Next, a blue light mingled with Nash’s green—Kro’s light.
The moment seemed so right, so perfect. How she wanted it to last and go on forever. All she had to do was find a way to surrender. She closed her eyes tight.
“She’s doing it!”
Even with her eyes closed, she saw her own red power thread between their green and blue, beginning to form into an intertwined thread of multi-colored light. Micki had told her to watch for her red energy to change into colors of a rainbow. Once she saw that, then she would know that she, Nash, and Kronos were locked together, body, mind, and heart, into a Perfect Triad.
Still no rainbow, but the light started to change.
“I-I’m so close,” Kro breathed.
Nash looked to be on the brink, too. “Go ahead, Eve. Come.”
Their strokes ended inside her with two simultaneous thrusts, as they sent their liquid deep into her insides. Her orgasm came like a long overdue volcanic eruption, causing the air to blister, the sea to steam, and the earth to move. The rainbow vibrated in her mind. She longed for it to bind her to Nash and Kro. All she had to do was surrender to them.
But then an image of her mother leaving her all those years ago pierced through her release, causing her gut to spin. Next, she smelled bacon and eggs and thought of Aunt Penny and her asshole husband.
Why am I thinking about those times now? She pushed the memories away. She wanted to bring out the multi-colors inside her and give them to her lovers.
Quade’s voice from the hidden speakers in the room jolted her from her thoughts. “Sorry to interrupt you. But we’re under attack.”
The rainbow in her mind vanished.
Chapter 11
Eve watched Nash and Kronos leap off the bed. They waved their hands and were no longer naked but fully clothed and equipped with weapons.
Quade busted through the door, startling her to a sitting position. She pulled the bed linens up to cover her breasts. Her heart thudded in her chest.
“Sir, hurry.” The intruding jinn’s eyes darted back and forth from Nash to Kro. “There’s a least four darklings flying for us. I’ll be glad to guard the bloodliner.”
Eve trembled, wondering if th
e likes of Irkon and crew were coming for her.
“Kronos, you stay here.” Nash touched her shoulder and squeezed lightly. “Keep our girl safe.”
Her angel nodded.
Nash stepped to the door. “Quade, you follow me.”
“Yes, sir.”
When the two left the room, Kro shut and locked the door. He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, though it remained sheathed in his scabbard. Eve spotted the holster on his hip, holding a Glock at the ready. Whoever, or whatever, came through the door would be facing her lethal protector. She hoped no one would. Please Nash, come back to me unharmed.
“Kro, I’m so sorry.”
“For what?”
“I tried, but I just didn’t know how to let go. I wanted to, but I failed.”
He lifted her up off the bed and squeezed her tight. “We succeeded in getting your power activated. That’s a start.”
“What if we run out of time?”
He lowered her to the floor, then moved to a place where he was between her and the door. She’d never seen his soldier side of him before, but she was thankful for it.
“Nash and I have over five days left with you, sweetheart. Plenty of time to work this out. We’ll find a way, I’m sure. Don’t worry.”
What doubts she’d had about being a bloodliner had been blown away by the sight of her own red energy dancing around her. That meant Micki was her cousin.
The door swung open. In a flash, Kro drew his sword in one hand and held the pistol in the other. She stepped back and held her breath.
Wright blasted through the door. Kro brought the tip of his sword to the asshole’s throat. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard we were under attack and wanted to make sure the two women were okay, Kronos. Can you please put down your weapon?”
Don’t do it, Kro.
Kro lowered his sword just a bit. “And Brooke, she’s okay?”
“Yes, I just came from her room. She’s fine.”
Nash walked in. “False alarm.”
Eve sat back down on the bed. “You’re kidding.”
“No. Apparently, Quade misheard Wright talking with Ezra and Nadine.”
Wright stiffened. “About what?”
“Something about four darkling prisoners being flown in for containment and interrogation. He only heard part of the conversation, causing the confusion.”
Eve thought that sounded suspicious. Had Wright intended for Quade to believe the place was under attack? If so, why? Had he expected her to be alone when he’d walked into her room?
Wright smirked. “That jinn needs his ears checked.”
“You seemed pretty certain there was some kind of attack happening when you came in here.” Eve stiffened with worry and glared at Wright. “Who told you that we were under attack?”
The nasty angel glared at her and then turned to Nash. “Stone told me, sir.”
“Who probably heard it from Quade,” Kro added.
“Wright, go help make sure the prisoners are locked away securely.” Nash turned to her. “You okay?”
She nodded, glad that he had come back unscathed.
He wheeled back to Wright. “I want double the men normally used to guard darklings. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The dubious immortal turned and exited.
Kro’s face looked troubled. “I thought David’s instructions were that no more darklings should be brought to the Ranch as long as Brooke and Eve were here.”
“That’s right.” Nash rubbed his chin. “But apparently, Parkor had something to do with these darklings coming here. They’re from Europe, and the warriors bringing them in are from there, too.”
“Cagey bastard. Archjinns and archangels still creep me out.”
Brooke charged in. “Eve, are you alright?”
“She’s fine,” Nash answered.
“What about the attack?”
“There wasn’t one. The information was incorrect.”
The blond woman studied Eve. Apparently, she wasn’t taking even Nash’s word at face value.
When Brooke finished scrutinizing, she put her hands on her hips and turned to Kro and Nash. “There may have been no real attack, but clearly Eve isn’t fine.”
“I’m not? What do you mean?”
“Look at you.”
Eve shrugged. “I don’t follow.”
“Of course not. You look exhausted. Did these two assholes think about giving you a break? Some food and some clothes?
Brooke had a point. She did feel tired.
“Come with me, Eve.” Brooke held out her hand, her disposition challenging Nash or Kro to try to stop her. “A nice hot bath will fix you right up.”
“That sounds amazing.” Eve thought a long soak would do wonders for her tense muscles.
“I also think you and I are about the same size. I’ll lend you some clothes. You’ll be wearing clothing that I brought with me to David’s prison. I don’t know about you, but magically created clothes seem to always be a bit too tight. Too much hocus-pocus gets on my nerves.”
Eve liked the woman’s spunkiness.
“Go, sweetheart. Enjoy.” Kro kissed Eve on the cheek. “I won’t be far.”
Nash nodded. “Brooke’s right. You need a break. Go with her.”
Eve’s shoulders relaxed, and she looked at Brooke. “I’d love a bath and some clothes bought in an actual store.”
* * * *
Eve couldn’t remember ever being so relaxed. The reflections of a dozen candle flames danced together hypnotically on the water’s surface. Brooke’s delicious meal, two mojitos, and the warm bath mixed together perfectly, melting every knot of tension in her body.
Brooke told her to take as long as she wanted, and Eve planned on doing just that. The past few days had been quite a whirlwind. She needed time alone to think.
She twisted her wet hair, squeezed as much of the water out as she could, then draped her locks over her left shoulder. The length allowed it to reach to the top of her breast. Her freshly scrubbed skin tingled.
The last tripling with Nash and Kro had awakened her bloodline power. It felt something like intense electricity shooting from deep inside her. She recalled the internal quakes, which were different than any she’d felt before.
She’d seen the red light emanating from her body, but she didn’t know how to use it, or even how to make it appear again.
She raised her hands up to the ceiling. “Red power, come forth!”
Nothing. I’m an idiot.
The new challenge of binding her power and herself to Kro and Nash remained unsolved. To help her think more clearly, she closed her eyes. When David returned, if she wasn’t attached to them in that way, the archangel would bring in other immortals to screw her into submission.
Damn!
Images of Wright and Quade spun into her thoughts, and then she imagined the diner with Irkon standing over her. Her gut clenched. She brought her fists to the water, splashing it over the sides of the tub. “No!”
But how could she avert David from bringing in more immortals if she didn’t connect with Nash and Kro? All she needed to do was open up to them. Easy-peasy. Like hell.
Two amazing men wanted her. They were strong and powerful and vowed to protect her. Still, she held back. What is wrong with me? She’d reached the edge, readied herself for the jump, and then backed away. If Quade hadn’t jolted her with the false alarm, she might’ve actually found away to give herself over to Nash and Kro enough so that the magical binding could happen.
Her mind whirled with possibilities and with old fears. Being out of her head was not the way she wanted to feel. Still, just because she was pessimistic didn’t mean she was wrong. Loneliness had been her constant companion, and leaving it behind wasn’t that easy. She needed more time to get used to the idea that she wouldn’t lose Nash and Kro. But she had only five more days and nights.
She sipped the last drop of herbal tea she’d brought with her to the b
ath. Brooke had said it would help her sleep. Her hostess had become an ally in this crazy place. In fact, Eve had grown to like her very much.
During her meal, Brooke had filled Eve in on all that she’d learned listening and watching the soldiers, and what Micki had shared with her about this strange hidden world of immortals. When Brooke talked about Eric’s death, she’d shed tears. Poor thing, she misses him so much. When Brooke had gotten to the part about Nash having a past love, a woman named Gwyneth, who died years ago, Eve had tensed with concern. Was Gwyneth Nash’s true love? How could she compete with a dead woman?
The knots began creeping back into her muscles.
No! I want something different. I want them. I know Kro wants me, and I think Nash does, too. At least, I hope he does.
For the first time in her life she could imagine a different future. Everything could fall into place once she truly connected to Nash and Kro. It sounded so easy. But was it? Even if she were willing, would the binding magic work?
She didn’t understand the rules of her bloodline power, but somehow she had to figure it out—and quick. She must try again to bring her new magic out. Closing her eyes, she concentrated. She thought about what she’d seen during her last orgasm with Nash and Kro—green smoke and blue light. Her body was humming like a giant electrical transformer, and that’s when she’d felt her red energy explode out of her.
One of them had said something about forming a triangle. That must’ve been the moment of opportunity for binding, just as they all reached climax.
She brought up the memory of how she felt tied up and writhing on the bed. They had taken her to a place of delicious mind-blowing pleasure. Images of their naked muscled bodies appeared in her thoughts, and the vision continued with each of them touching one of her cheeks. Kro’s green eyes and Nash’s brown, filled with such emotion, knocked her over.
She gasped in surprise as dream-Nash began licking her hardened nipples. She reached up grazed the sensitive flesh, pretending her fingers were his tongue.
“Yes, Sir. So, good.”
Kro slipped farther down and blew a warm breath on her thighs. A shiver shot from her belly to her inner core. His touches heated her skin. His fixed gaze held her eyes captive. She could feel his fingers part her slit and brush up against her clit, sending shocks of desire through her.
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