Chapter Six
The elevator doors closed with a soft click, sealing Brielle in with two men whose presence filled every inch of air around her.
Hunter stood behind her, his breath hot against her neck, while Lennox’s knuckles brushed hers where their hands hung close together.
The tension between them was electric—thick enough to taste.
No words were needed. Every look since they’d left the rooftop had been a promise.
When the elevator stopped at her floor, Brielle stepped out first, her bare feet whispering against the cool tile. She turned to face them, the hallway’s soft light tracing the lines of their faces. Both men were watching her like she was something sacred—and something they were starving for.
Her keycard trembled slightly in her fingers as she unlocked her door. “You’re sure about this?” she whispered.
Hunter’s voice was low, steady. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Lennox’s grin was darker, teasing. “Open the door, sweetheart, before I lose the last of my restraint and simply rip it out of the way.”
She did. And as soon as they stepped inside, the world fell away.
Hunter was the first to move, closing the distance between them in two long strides.
His hands framed her face as he kissed her—slow at first, reverent, tasting her like he’d been waiting centuries.
The heat built quickly, his tongue brushing hers, deepening the kiss until she felt dizzy with it.
His body pressed against her, solid and unyielding, and when she broke the kiss to gasp for air, Lennox was there, catching her mouth with his, as Hunter turned her to face him.
His kiss was the opposite—playful, wicked, full of laughter and heat.
He caught her lower lip between his teeth, drawing a soft moan from her throat.
His hands slid to her hips, thumbs tracing circles against her skin, and she melted between them, surrounded by warmth, strength, and something that felt dangerously close to love.
Hunter growled softly, pulling her back against his chest. “Bedroom,” he ordered, his voice a rasp.
Lennox’s hand brushed the small of her back. “Lead the way, our beautiful, powerful witch.”
She laughed breathlessly and led them down the short hall. Her pulse thundered as she crossed the threshold into her room, the soft glow of candles flickering to life with a whisper of her magic.
Hunter’s gaze flicked to them, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth. “Convenient trick.”
“Benefits of being a witch,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Hunter didn’t answer. He simply kissed her again—harder this time, more demanding. His hands slid down her body, mapping her curves through the thin fabric of her dress. When he lifted it, she raised her arms, letting it slip up and over her head. Lennox sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, his tone low and reverent.
Hunter turned her to face him, his hands framing her waist. “You have no idea what you do to us.”
She did, though—because they did the same to her.
Every breath felt charged, every touch a spark against her skin.
Hunter bent his head, lips brushing her throat, tracing a path down to her collarbone.
His attention left her trembling, her knees weakening as his tongue swept across the swell of her breast. He took his time, exploring, learning what made her gasp, what made her clutch at his hair.
Lennox leaned in close behind her, his big hands sliding up her thighs. “Lean back,” he murmured.
When she did, she felt the warmth of his breath against the back of her neck before his mouth trailed upward to nibble on her ear.
His kisses were softer than she expected, almost tender, until his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her neck.
She moaned, the sound caught between surprise and pleasure.
Hunter’s eyes met hers. “You trust us?”
She nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
“Good,” he murmured, before he dropped to his knees before her, pulling her hips forward and placing his tongue directly on her pussy.
The first touch of his tongue drew a cry from her lips.
He was deliberate, slow, precise—each stroke perfectly measured until she was trembling.
Lennox’s hands steadied her while he played with both her breasts, teasing the nipples until they were two taut buds beneath his fingertips, his voice a soft rumble against her ear. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”
And she did. The world narrowed to sensation—Hunter’s tongue, Lennox’s hands, the steady rhythm that drove her higher until she shattered with a sound that echoed through the room.
Hunter stood suddenly, his chest heaving, and stripped his clothes off quickly.
Then, without warning he scooped her into his arms. Brielle gasped as he lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Lennox watched, eyes gone dark with hunger, as Hunter lined her up and slowly slid her down onto his cock.
The stretch pulled a moan from her throat, deep and raw, and Hunter cursed under his breath, voice a rough growl.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so damn good—tight, hot—like you were made for me.”
Each word vibrated against her skin as he began to move, lifting and lowering her with slow, powerful flexes of his hips.
His hands gripped her ass, guiding her as their bodies met in deep, rhythmic thrusts.
The air filled with the slap of skin, the rough sound of their breathing, the whispered curses that bled into praise.
Lennox moved behind her, his fingers skimming her spine, then sliding down to tease the slick heat where they were joined. “One day soon, I’m going to join the fun,” he murmured against her ear, voice dark and playful. “Press my cock right here—fill you until you can’t remember your own name.”
Brielle moaned, her head dropping back onto Lennox’s shoulder, her body trembling between them. Hunter groaned, his thrusts faltering as Lennox’s fingers moved lower, brushing against her clit. “Christ,” Hunter gasped, “I can feel how much you like that.”
“Then stop talking,” Brielle panted, voice breaking, “and fuck me like you mean it.”
Hunter let out a guttural sound and did exactly that—his pace roughening, driving into her with fierce, relentless precision.
Each thrust pushed her higher until the tension snapped, pleasure roaring through her like wildfire.
Hunter followed a heartbeat later, his growl muffled against her neck as they both cried out, the sound echoing around the room.
When they finally stilled, she was still trembling, her skin slick with sweat. Hunter kissed her softly before lowering her back onto the bed. Lennox was already there, naked, and with a wicked smile on his face, a warm towel in hand.
She blinked, dazed. “Where did you even get that?”
“Always be prepared,” he said, voice low as he cleaned her gently. The warmth and softness of the towel sent sparks through her, her muscles clenching involuntarily at the tender care.
When he was done, Lennox set the towel aside, his gaze locking on hers. “Now,” he murmured, sliding onto the bed between her legs, “it’s my turn.”
And then he was inside her, slow and deep, and the world dissolved all over again. He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch, every sigh that escaped her lips.
“God, you feel perfect,” he whispered.
Brielle wrapped her legs around his waist, matching his rhythm, gasping when he changed angles, hitting that spot that made her cry out again.
His movements turned playful—thrusts that alternated between deep and teasing, each one pulling another sound from her until she was laughing through the pleasure.
Hunter joined them, lying beside her, his mouth finding her neck while his hand brushed over her breast. The combination was overwhelming—Hunter’s control, Lennox’s unrestrained passion.
Hunter brushed a hand down her cheek, murmuring softly. “You okay, baby?”
She nodded, the word lost in the rhythm of their movements. Every stroke pushed her closer until she was falling again—this time with both of them tangled around her, grounding her, claiming her.
When it ended, they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and quiet laughter. The air was warm, scented with magic and skin.
Hunter was the first to speak, voice rough but tender. “You realize you just made it impossible for me to sleep anywhere else but by your side, right?”
Lennox laughed quietly. “Same. We’re officially spoiled.”
Brielle smiled, pressing a kiss to both men, before snuggling down between them.
Lennox ran a lazy hand over her stomach, his grin still soft around the edges. “So, tell us about this place, sweetheart. It’s got that lived-in magic vibe. You decorate it yourself?”
She smiled, turning her head on the pillow to look between them.
“Kind of. The building’s called Fated Ink.
It’s ten stories. The first two floors are commercial properties and on the ground floor is the tattoo studio where Saffie and Ursula work.
The other eight floors are residential. Most floors have four 2-bedroom apartments on them, except this floor and the top.
This floor is the 9th and it has my place and the only other apartment on this floor is Willow’s, both three-bedroom, three-bathroom.
Ursula and Saffie share the top floor, and we all use the rooftop as a common space. ”
Hunter whistled under his breath. “This place is beautiful, and so close to downtown. The rent must be pretty hefty, huh?”
Brielle bit her lip, fighting a grin. “No. I don’t pay rent. Actually, none of us do. We own the whole building.”
Both men froze, staring at her. Lennox blinked first. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” She chuckled. “It used to belong to a friend of our coven—someone who wanted the place to stay in our hands. When the last of the Council’s holdings collapsed, the deed transferred to me, and I added the others to the title. It’s been my sanctuary ever since.”