Chapter 30 #2
Mace must have reached the same threshold because, in a coordinated sweep, they moved in, Mace going for her top, and Blade coming in from behind.
He gripped her hips, intent on removing her skirt, but it felt too good to press into her, his erection cradled against her firm ass.
Inhaling her spicy, feminine scent, he kissed her neck, nuzzling her nape as he slid one hand beneath the fabric of her skirt.
Her soft moan sent a shock of desire through him. He wanted to drag this out, to enjoy every single second, but anticipation had hijacked his senses, and he ground his cock into her, letting it slip beneath her skirt as his fingers breached the elastic of her panties.
She was wet already, and she arched into his touch. Mace swallowed her gasp with his mouth, kissing her as he removed her bra.
She made a sound of impatience and tried to shove down her skirt, but Mace gripped her wrists, pinning them to her abdomen.
“You said we get to undress you.” His voice was dark, rough with restraint. “Let Blade do it.”
“But he’s not doing it.”
The petulance in her voice made Blade smile as he nipped her skin and pushed a finger inside her tight heat. “So, you don’t like this?”
“Yes,” she moaned as she rode his hand. “So much.”
“You should put her out of her misery.” Mace flicked his tongue over one of her nipples. “I want to hear her come.”
Blade wanted to taste it.
There’d been no time for that in Alaska. But there was time now. His cock twitched painfully, reminding him that there wasn’t much time.
In a quick, coordinated surge, he moved in front of her as Mace moved behind. For a heartbeat, she seemed confused, but the moment Blade sank down on one knee, taking her skirt down with him, glorious understanding brightened her eyes.
She wants this.
He dragged his gaze down, from her plump, moist lips, past her breasts, which Mace was caressing from behind, to her slender waist, and finally, to the red vee of curls that made his inner demon wild.
Mace, ever Blade’s wingman, gently nudged her feet apart with his, widening her stance and exposing her glorious, glistening flesh to Blade’s hungry gaze.
Gripping her upper thighs, he used his thumbs to open her even more, and when the tip of his tongue dipped between her swollen lips, she shouted his name.
And that was the end of his restraint.
He surged against her, lapping at her like he was starving. And he was. Starving for her. Starving for everything he could get for as long as he could get it. He penetrated her with his tongue and swirled it deep inside as Mace alternated gently caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples.
She was getting close, the air filling with her pheromones and the sexual energy sparking between them.
Her panting breaths came faster, until they were little more than sharp gasps, and when he dragged his tongue through her slit to concentrate on her silky nub, she screamed the way Mace had wanted her to.
Her orgasm jacked Blade up, her unique zest making his tongue tingle and his body tighten.
He knew she’d be spicy.
In a surge of impatience, he shoved to his feet and swept her into his arms. He felt like a bit of a caveman as he hauled her to the bedroom and set her on the floor at the end of the king-size bed.
Mace tugged her against him, kissing her senseless as Blade climbed onto the mattress and fetched the knife from the bedside table.
He and Mace had chosen the dagger, a gift from Reaver following their first training session with Scotty.
The word FATE had been etched into the bone handle, and since fate would be choosing Scotty’s mate, the dagger seemed appropriate.
“Are we ready?” Blade’s voice was so ragged with lust and the gravity of the situation that he barely recognized it as his own.
Scotty nodded and held her hand out to him.
Taking it, he lay back on the bed and pulled her down on top of him. Gods, she was beautiful as she mounted him, her breasts swaying gently, playing peek-a-boo with her long, silky hair.
Mace stayed back, his gaze hot as she straddled Blade’s hips. His shaft slid through her slick valley, and they both moaned as she rocked against him. He ran his palms up her muscular thighs, letting his thumbs slip between them to stroke the place he’d just tasted.
The entire time, her gaze was locked with his.
This was what he’d missed in that cold, wet cave in Alaska.
Because even though he’d felt their connection then, it wasn’t like this.
Her gorgeous eyes burned with intensity that went beyond lust. There was so much riding on this, not the least of which was her very life.
“I love you,” he murmured. “No matter what happens tonight, I will give my life for you. And for Mace.”
Her throat worked on a hard swallow, and her eyes grew misty. “Same.” Her voice was husky and shredded by emotion. “No matter what, you will both always be part of me.”
His heart clenched in a bittersweet reaction, but before he could go down a deflating path in his head, Scotty took him in her hand and guided him to her entrance.
“Yes,” he whispered harshly, his pelvis rocking upward to meet her.
She was so ready for him, taking his head into her smooth, tight core.
Gods, he wasn’t even inside her yet, and he was about to come.
Slowly, she lowered herself on him, and every inch was exquisite torture.
Sensation spread from his cock to his chest, then to his extremities, wrapping him in erotic vibrations.
It was as if their souls had touched, and suddenly, as she sat fully on him, he felt the most complete he’d ever felt. This was right. So right.
Fate would choose him. He knew it as surely as he knew his name.
Poor Mace.
He arched upward as possessive instinct took over.
This female was his, soon to be awarded to him by the Fates themselves.
He ran his hand up her waist, over her ribs, and to her breast, loving how she arched into his touch with a soft little gasp.
But it was her hand he was after. He needed to twine his fingers with hers and begin the mating ritual.
Wait. Not yet.
Mace.
Scotty looked over her shoulder at the other male, a sultry invitation that would no doubt live in Mace’s fantasies forever.
The ritual that would determine the course of their lives was about to begin.
Fuck, yeah.
Scotty giving him the come-on look was the sexiest thing Mace had ever seen.
They were really doing this. Two of them would walk away from the bed with a mate. The other would just walk away.
She held out her hand and beckoned him with half-lidded, desire-glazed eyes, and his incubus instincts overrode his reservations, disappearing them in a cloud of lust. He took her up on her invitation, let her lead him toward her, and as he stepped up to the mattress, she pulled him down for a kiss.
Her lips met his, gently at first, and then with growing urgency.
Hungrily, he took her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers.
At her moan, he positioned himself behind her as he kissed his way down her throat to the back of her neck.
He wanted to bite her, to hold her steady when he entered her, but now wasn’t the time.
Once they were mated, though…
A twinge of guilt managed to pierce his lust, but he ruthlessly shoved it down. He could deal with the fallout of fate giving him Scotty later. Because as much as he didn’t want to see Blade hurt, he wanted this so badly right now.
His cock pressed into the small of her back, her smooth skin gliding against his as she rocked on Blade.
“Are you ready?” he whispered against her ear, and she nodded.
Blade reached over to the nightstand and tossed him a bottle of lube.
This is it.
His hand shook as he spread the silky liquid on his cock and then guided it to her rear entrance. Carefully, he pushed against the tight ring of resistance. “Relax, baby.”
Blade must have done something to her because she cried out with a soft, “Yes,” and released the tension in her muscles.
Mace nudged inside with slow, easy motions that took him a little deeper with each punch of his hips.
Gods, this was incredible, a rush of physical and emotional pleasure unlike anything he’d felt before. Love and mating hormones filled the room with a honeyed scent, and it was as if that honey flowed through his veins, as well. Right now, nothing but bliss existed.
Two of the most important people in his life were with him, sharing one of the most consequential moments a Seminus demon could experience.
He didn’t want it to end. Ever.
“I love you so much, Mace,” Scotty said, reaching back to caress his face, her slim fingers stroking his jaw. “You will always have part of my heart.”
“Ditto,” he croaked against her shoulder, cursing his lack of pretty words that would be appropriate right now.
Her hand dropped to Blade’s face. She tilted her head, allowing Mace to nibble the curve of her shoulder unimpeded as she stroked Blade’s bottom lip with her thumb.
“I love you too, Blade,” she murmured. “So much. Part of my heart will always be yours.”
“And you’ll always have mine,” Blade said roughly, managing to sound a lot less idiotic than Mace. Which was unusual, because Mace was usually the one accused of having a charmed tongue.
And a talented one.
Blade reached for the dagger next to him, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he nicked his sternum and handed the weapon to Mace.
“You need to taste us,” Blade said, and Scotty didn’t hesitate.
She bent forward, her hair spilling across Blade’s chest as she swiped a drop with her tongue. Then she straightened and looked back at Mace, her eyes gleaming with greed. “Now you?”
Anything for her. She could take his blood from his jugular if she wanted. But he figured she’d settle for a little from his forearm.
He made a cut and then groaned when she cleaned it up with the tip of her tongue.
He’d watched that tongue work on him before, and his body craved more.
But too soon, Blade took her left hand in his right, and Scotty reached up with her right to twine Mace’s fingers in hers so that each of them held her on the side of their dermoires.
When this was done, she’d take the arm markings of her new mate, including his personal symbol.
She’d look good with an eagle in flight on her throat, but he had to admit that Blade’s broken blade wouldn’t look out of place. But then, she’d look good in anything. Or nothing.
Blade’s big body surged under her, lifting her on Mace’s cock, and he groaned as a slow, rolling rhythm moved them together as one. Just as it was when they were in battle, they began an organic, synchronized dance, their bodies becoming one. Their emotions becoming one.
All around them, erotic energy crackled, skating across Mace’s skin and adding another layer of carnal sensation. Scotty arched, crying out, clenching around him as she came.
“The next one,” Blade breathed. “Let’s shoot for the next one.”
They’d need three simultaneous orgasms for this to work. Plus, a blood infusion at the same time.
Panting, Scotty rotated her hips, seeking more, and Mace clenched his teeth, trying to hold off until—
“Almost there,” she gasped. “Oh, so close…”
Blade and Mace locked gazes, and Blade gave a nod. Mace returned it. They were both there.
Go time.
Blade picked up the dagger again, and as he nicked Scotty’s breast, Mace bit into her throat.
Blood hit his tongue in a sweet, syrupy rush. Holy hell, Scotty tasted electric, bold, and he knew the second Blade put his mouth to the tiny cut because he made a sound of ultimate satisfaction.
And then the sexual bomb exploded.
Mace came so hard his brain shut down, leaving his body to absorb the pleasure, the ultimate orgasm that hit every part of him, right down to his very soul. He felt Scotty’s peak, and he felt Blade’s erotic surrender, all of it wrapped in devotion to the relationship they all shared.
And that was when Mace understood that even if he could never be with Scotty again, this one night, this one moment, would always be worth it.