by Julia Talbot
“They are. She’s so pretty.” Elijah kissed her neck, her shoulder.
Shiloh smiled, pale skin pinking right up. She didn’t try to hide from them, just pushed against their mouths and hands. Liam inhaled, taking time to enjoy her perfume, pure woman, a clean scent of vanilla and salt and sweetness.
’Lijah, now, he had an earthy musk, spicy with a little citrus.
He leaned over Shiloh’s shoulder, sharing a kiss with Elijah, giving Shiloh a little show. She seemed to enjoy it all right, a soft moan sounding, her body rocking. Her nipples were little rocks, pressing into the lace of her bra.
Elijah licked at his lower lip, then the shell of Shiloh’s ear, so sensual. “Such a pretty girl.”
Liam loved the way that made Shiloh blush even brighter. She cried out to be adored. He leaned in, lips brushing the silk of her throat.
“Boys.” She slid a hand into his hair, holding him against her skin.
“Hmmm?” Oh, she was fine, the scent of her addictive.
“Want to make you crazy, sweetheart,” Elijah told her, and Liam agreed.
That was a good plan, and Liam went to his knees, unfastened her jeans. He tugged off her sneakers, her cute little socks. Then he skinned her jeans down and off. Her belly was softly curved, the scent just below heady. She wore lacy panties, the pink-and-blue hearts printed on them making him smile.
She pinked, rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them.”
“They’re cute as hell.” He tugged them off as well, dangling them on his finger.
The blush got deeper again, and that charmed him, bone deep. Elijah had no shame, though. He hooted, the silly man.
“You’re next, ’Lijah.” He reached between Shiloh’s legs, grabbed Elijah’s balls.
“Fuck.” Elijah rocked into his hand. “Damn.”
Oh, yeah. That was hot. Elijah was hard as a rock again, pushing against his wrist with that stiff cock.
“Please. Boys.”
“Anything, Shiloh.” Liam would give her anything he could right now, whatever she asked for.
He took a swipe at her, tongue teasing her slit. Oh, sweet, tart. Oranges. He wanted them both, wanting to fuck and suck until morning. He wanted to push into her and make the bed sing.
Elijah wrapped one dark hand around her milky thigh, spread her open for his tongue.
Liam hummed, licking some more, pushing his tongue in as far as he could.
He could drown in her, lick and lap and nuzzle until she was all he knew. She tasted of vanilla, of heaven, her secret, hidden parts so addictive. He traced her folds, the tip of his tongue slipping against her.
He felt Elijah move, felt one hand land on his head, stroking his hair. The touch made his eyes cross, and he moaned against her sweet, slick cunt. The heat that rose off her skin made him want to pet her all over.
“Fuck, look at him, baby girl, hungry and on his knees.” Elijah’s voice was sage and smoke, rough and dark and perfect.
Liam hummed softly, used his thumbs to spread her wider, so the tip of his tongue could tease her clit. He didn’t mind being on his knees at all, not if it got him this. She was slick enough that his tongue dragged against her, gathering moisture, making him moan again.
Elijah groaned, the sound echoing, and Liam looked up, loving the sight of dark hands on pale breasts. Liam tried to breathe, the scents and sights of them so amazing.
The wind began to blow again, rattling the windowsills.
They all glanced up, and Elijah cursed. “We’re gonna blow the town down.”
“Only if we’re lucky. Please, don’t stop.” Shiloh huffed out a breath, fingers tangling in Liam’s hair.
“No, honey. No way.” He was dizzy with how good she tasted, how amazing they both felt.
Elijah kept talking to her, whispering low, desperate, filthy words. The man’s voice was really dark molasses, a little sweet, a lot rough, flowing against them. She was pure honey, sweet and liquid gold.
Liam chuckled. Maybe that made him chili sauce, with his red hair and freckles.
He flicked at her clit, dragging circles around the edges, teasing.
“Please. Harder. I need you to touch me.” She rocked for them, restless motions, making desperate noises.
He pushed two fingers inside her, giving her the pressure she needed. She squeezed her thighs around his wrist, humping back and forth. He forced his tongue in, still playing her clit, making her fly.
Elijah pressed closer, skin on fire against his side, and he heard the wet sounds of kissing, of their mouths meeting.
He wanted that, next, the pressure of Elijah against him. Hell, he wanted anything they would give him. Everything they could give him.
Shiloh cried out for them, shaking her way through her orgasm, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
He stroked her through her climax, then sat back on his heels, licking his lips.
Elijah sank down next to him, hand on his neck, pulling him over to devour his mouth. He climbed into Elijah’s lap, hips rolling, cock leaking against the man’s flat belly.
“Fuck. Yeah. Shiloh, help me touch him.” Elijah slid both hands under his ass, tugging them together.
She ran one hand down his back. “Bed. Bed, boys, so I can see.”
“Huh?” Liam had forgotten they were in a room with a bed.
“The bed. I want to watch.”
“Oh, God.” Elijah lurched up, dragging Liam with him.
They crashed into the mattress, Shiloh up near the pillows, propped up. She drew up her legs, touching herself almost idly. Liam’s mouth went dry just about the time Elijah tackled him and landed on top of him.
“Oof.” His arms wrapped around Elijah, squeezed hard.
“Mmm.” ’Lijah kissed him, lips pressed tight to his, bruising in their intensity.
Oh, damn.
He opened up, starving for this, for the kisses. Elijah rocked against him, cock sliding against his, and he moaned, the friction perfect.
“Fuck, that’s pretty. Totally a turn-on.”
They both paused to glance at Shiloh, and Liam grunted at the picture she presented. Her blonde hair was wild, free. Gorgeous and framed her curves perfectly. She licked her lips, watching, then waved a hand. “Give me my show, boys.”
Oh, Goddess. Was she for real?
He hoped so. He slammed up against Elijah, needing that heavy body, hands clenched in the long hair. He loved the heat, the smooth rub of their bodies together. The tip of Elijah’s cock rubbed his, the damp drops easing the way a tiny bit.
Hot bastard.
Beautiful hot bastard.
They moved together, and Elijah reached between them to jack their cocks with one big hand. His thighs spread to give his balls more room.
“Hot. Fuck, you’re hard.”
“Want more.” Liam felt damn near stupid with desire.
“Yeah.” Elijah rocked and humped until they were both panting. Then the man jerked him up, folding Liam’s knees back almost to his ears. That heavy cock pushed under his balls, against his crease. “Tell me I can.”
“Go for it.”
“Fuck, yes.” Elijah stared at Shiloh. “He has to have stuff.”
“Where?”
God, don’t make him think. “Ditty bag.”
“I’m on it.” She slid off the bed, all silky skin and beautiful hair, her ass swinging.
“Is this real, man? Honestly?”
“So real. Fuck the book, man.” Elijah rubbed up on him again, hand on his hip, the other stroking his belly.
“I’d rather fuck you. Or fuck me. I’m into it all.”
Elijah laughed out loud. “I’ll pitch this time.”
“Mmm. Here, boys.” Shiloh knelt on the bed and leaned against Elijah’s back.
“He’s got a fine ass, doesn’t he?” Elijah asked, and Shiloh dragged her fingernails up along his skin.
“Delectable.”
Liam flushed with pleasure, his hips rocking. “Ple
ase.”
Shiloh moaned, obviously aroused, needing. She slipped against Elijah’s hip, and he swore he could smell her delicious cunt.
Elijah cursed, then opened the little tube of lube Shiloh had handed him, squirting out enough to coat his fingers. His lips opened, tongue flicking out as he vibrated with excitement. When Elijah touched his hole, fingers sliding in, Liam jerked, panting at the stretch.
It was Shiloh who moaned, though. The sound was pure arousal, hot enough that Liam blushed. She was so damned sensual, so appreciative of what he wanted so badly.
Elijah gave him a bright, feral grin, and opened him up even more, slicking him deep inside.
Oh, fuck, that was fine. He stretched, one leg bending to make more room. Elijah hummed, pushing hard, letting him feel those fingers, finding the spot that made him shout.
His hips bucked driving up, so tense, so needy. Fuck.
“Gonna get inside you now, Liam.”
“Now totally works for me, man.” He was a slut and a half and he didn’t care who knew it.
“Good. Glove me up, Shiloh?” Elijah pulled back and tilted his hips up, cock slapping the flat belly.
“I can do that.” She ripped the packet open, put the condom on Elijah’s dick, which made Liam lick his lips. So heavy, that cock.
Elijah grinned. “You want it.”
“I fucking do, man.” No shame.
“You got it.” Elijah muscled up to his ass, and damned if Shiloh didn’t grab Elijah’s cock, guiding it into Liam.
Hot little lady. He hissed, his body burning, stretching. Elijah felt huge, the press of that heavy cock inexorable. He moaned, biting back the grunts that tried to escape. Christ, he was going to explode.
Elijah wasn’t even straining, the man just took him, driving in and spreading him wide.
He rocked with each thrust, the bed squeaking.
“Look at you.” Shiloh’s voice was husky, rough, awed.
“You can touch too.”
“Please. Please touch too.” Liam wasn’t above a little well-placed begging.
Shiloh smiled, the expression one of utter feminine power. She leaned harder on ’Lijah, reaching around to touch Liam’s cock, making him cry out. Her touch wasn’t tentative at all; she made him burn.
So did Elijah, who groaned and moved faster, banging against his ass.
All Liam could do was try and hold on. He grabbed a double handful of the bedcovers, his knees grazing his ears. His hips rolled up, abs curling, tightening so much they ached.
“God. You two make me nuts.” Elijah’s hand covered Shiloh’s on Liam’s cock.
“Uh-huh.” She gripped him harder.
“Oh, fuck.” Liam couldn’t move hardly. He could only take it. His toes curled, legs shaking as he got close. Fuck. “Fuck, please.”
“Soon, Liam.” Elijah’s face took on a hard cast, concentration in every line.
Shiloh’s palm dragged over his cock, the sensations making him bare his teeth. His balls drew up, his lower belly pulling tighter than he could ever remember. She rolled again, and it was more than he could take. He shot so hard his teeth rattled.
“Fuck! Liam!” Elijah slammed into him a few last times, driving hard.
“Oh, good Lord, you two are gonna set the room on fire.” Shiloh was laughing, breathless.
Hell, yes. He would have agreed out loud but he didn’t have the breath. Elijah grunted, flopping on him a little. Damn. The man knew how to fuck.
He soared, just flying. He barely heard the wind, even though it blew hard enough to make the glass rattle in the windows. That he actually saw over Elijah’s shoulder.
Shiloh looked over her shoulder. “That… Is that us?”
“Yeah.” Elijah raised his head. “I can’t move, I don’t think.”
“Me either. Hotel just has to hold up.”
“No shit.” They all laughed at that, collapsing on the bed together.
It was fucking bizarre, the three of them together, wrapped up in each other as if they had never been just strangers meeting at a cafe. At least he and Elijah knew each other online.
He chuckled. Elijah was definitely not cooler online.
“What’s funny, man?” ’Lijah wrapped one arm around Shiloh’s waist.
“Just thinking how you don’t come off near this hot in a chat room about magic.”
“No? You don’t find my typos a turn-on?” Elijah asked.
“Oh, I’m way more into your pedantic book reports.”
Elijah slapped his hand on his forehead. “Wounded!”
“You two are online buddies, huh?”
“We are.” Liam felt his cheeks heat. “Buddies seems an odd word choice.”
“Well, it’s not as if we’ve been having cybersex,” Elijah murmured.
“No, just real sex.” Shiloh shook her head, her hair sliding over his and Elijah’s skin. “This is nuts.”
“Totally.” A corner of Liam’s mouth quirked. “But fun.”
She smiled, even though she was beginning to look a little uncertain. “Very fun.”
“Hey.” He leaned in, kissed Shiloh’s lips. “Breathe, sweet lady.”
“I am. I think.”
“Good.” He rested his forehead against hers. The situation was bizarre, but there was no sense freaking out about it.
The wind wailed through the room one more time, then abruptly stopped, the quiet eerie.
“Whoa.” Okay, that was fucked up.
Elijah nodded. “We need to figure this out, guys. The town could be in real danger.”
“You’re sure you didn’t… I don’t know, get any blood on the pages?” Liam asked. “Maybe you took it out of the bookstore?”
Her eyes went wide. “I did take it home, but so did you. You have it here, now.”
“It’s in the other room, yeah. But if it was bound to the store, and we didn’t know it…”
“We could put it back.”
“No.” Elijah sighed. “We let it out, and I think we’ve been feeding it.”
“How do we get rid of it?” Shiloh actually looked scared.
“Shh.” Liam stroked her pretty blonde hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “We can do this. We just gotta stop getting distracted. Anything summoned can be banished.”
The problem was it didn’t want to be banished. Not even a little bit.
Liam held his new lovers and pondered just what they were going to do. He guessed they ought to start with Bella at the Minotaur.
“I think first, supper. Something where we can eat, plan.”
“Be dressed.” Shiloh nodded. “This isn’t like me. At all.”
“Me either,” Elijah said.
They looked at him expectantly and Liam shrugged. “I’m kind of a slut.”
They stared at him as one, then cracked up, laughing hard. There. That was exactly what they needed.
“There’s nowhere to eat but the tavern and the lodge. You want to come to my house?”
“That’d be great, Shiloh.” Liam wanted to know more about her. Oh, what he knew he appreciated, from her thick hair to lush breasts to soft thighs… But he wanted to know about her life, her mind, her needs.
“Cool. I— Well, I should wash up.”
He nodded and let her up, let her go.
Shiloh scampered to the bathroom, and Liam grunted. “You think it’s after her?”
“I don’t know. It seems to be centered on her, but…it feels bigger.”
“Yeah. So, how do we shut this thing down, man?” Liam had some ideas, but he knew Elijah was an expert on banishing.
“From a place? Sage and salt, but from a mountain?”
“Yeah. I mean, maybe it has to do with binding back to the book.”
Elijah nodded. “That would be the easiest place to start, I bet.”
“Cool.” He slapped Elijah’s still-bare ass. “We ought to get dressed so we don’t freak her out.”
“Yeah. She’s a little embarrassed, I think. Just a touch.
”
“I can tell. We’ll make it right.” Shiloh was sweet as honey, and he didn’t want to fuck things up before they even began.
There was something about her—something that was bigger than the whole bound-by-a-spell thing. Something that said “I’m a girl worth putting down roots for”.
Which, okay. Unnerving as fuck.
Elijah grinned at him. “Pants, Obi-Wan.”
“Oh. Right. Obi-Wan? Really? I’m not that old.”
“I mean the young, hot one as played by Ewan McGregor, doofus.” Elijah pulled on his pants.
“Oh. Oh, in that case…” He grinned. He could totally go with young and hot. And Ewan McGregor was a ginger in the movies.
“Uh-huh.” His jeans hit him right in the face.
“Dude! You could break a tooth doing that!”
Elijah arched an eyebrow. “Cannot.”
“True story. I knew a guy online…”
“Uh, guys? I think we have a problem.” Shiloh’s voice came from the bathroom, muffled a bit by the door. “Does someone have a pair of sweats? My jeans are, uh, ripped to shreds.”
“What?” They both hit the door as one, needing to get to her.
“Look.” She opened the door a crack and passed out ripped fabric.
“Okay, that’s intense. Come on out, honey. Please,” Liam said.
“I think someone was mad.” She sniffed, and Liam went to get her a T-shirt and some sweats.
“Did you get undressed in the bathroom?” Elijah asked the question as if he knew the answer.
“No.” She shook her head. “I left them on the floor.”
“I didn’t hear anything.” Liam lifted his cargos, but they were whole.
“Me either.”
“Okay, I’m really scared, guys.” She crossed her arms over her breasts, her eyes on the shredded cloth. “This thing has it in for me.”
“We need to go to the bookstore tomorrow. For now, I definitely say we go back to your place, Shiloh, with salt and sage,” Liam said, and began to dress.
Elijah nodded. “Yeah. And we all stay together.”
“Yes.” When she glanced at them nervously, Liam gave her a stern look. “No embarrassment.”
“No. We’re all grownups.”
“Exactly.” Liam hugged her, then Elijah took her arm, leading her out of the room.