15. Lorna

Damon sat on the edge of the bed. I stood between his knees with Kenrid at my back. My fae's hands gently gripped my waist, allowing me free movement of my upper body while still giving me security. Surprisingly enough, my dhampir had asked for it. She didn't want to lose control and eliminate her chance to have a normal life. Our chance.

We got this,I reassured her.

Yes, then we'll have very hot sex with our mates.

My face flushed, and I almost cursed out loud. I was getting really tired of blushing.

Don't tell me to stop,my dhampir hissed before I could say it. You need to quit lying to both of us about your desires for them. It's an insult to them.

Was she right? Was I insulting Damon and Kenrid by trying to ignore their affections? I stared at the man sitting in front of me. He was willing to risk his life for me and my dhampir. So was the man standing at my back. They'd both already admitted they cared for me and wouldn't deny the magic connecting us. They accepted all of me. The good parts, bad parts, weird parts, all of it.

I haven't been lying to them about my desire, I told her. I just don't know what to do with their proclamations and whatever being mates means. It's a lot right now.

Figure it out later, but stop denying them and us.

"I'm sorry," I said, meeting Damon's dark eyes, then craning my neck to look back at Kenrid. "You could've walked away, and you didn't. You probably should've left me at Conrad's because I bring a whole lot of shitty baggage to your clan." Both men growled at me, but I shook my head. "I'm sorry for being ungrateful. I'm sorry for not telling you how much it means to me that you didn't give up. You still haven't given up on me."

Kenrid leaned in and pressed a kiss against my neck. "We protect what is ours," he said. "Most supernatural creatures only get one true mate. We'd be idiots to give that up."

"Then how do I get two?" I asked, resting my head against the fae.

"Each of us gives you something you need," Damon said. "Something the others cannot give. Kenrid can't satisfy your dhampir's hunger. I can't help you maintain control. Elliott will likely be the same calming influence when it comes to Nathan."

My head snapped up. I didn't want to accept that reality yet. "I'm struggling to understand two mates. Please don't tell me there are four!"

Damon chuckled and pulled my hands into his. "Can we get back to the task at hand? We need to get on the road soon."

"Yeah," I said. Damon was right. "I'm letting you lead this. So, just tell me what to do."

Damon released one of my hands and pressed a finger against the soft skin of his forearm, well away from his wrist. "Right here. I heal quicker than a vampire, so it's unlikely you'll take too much."

He lifted his arm until it was mere inches from my lips. My fingers clamped around his, and I dragged my eyes from his face. My dhampir pushed forward, a little tentative but still anxious to taste her demon. I focused on the spot Damon pointed out, lowering my mouth to his arm. But I didn't bite—more like my dhampir didn't. She just let my tongue linger against his skin, tasting him.

The subtle hint of chocolate and mint tickled my taste buds. I inhaled deeply, catching more than just Damon's scent. Kenrid's summer rain floated in the air around us, circling like a comfortable blanket ready to wrap me up and keep me warm. Damon's explanation of our connection flitted through my mind. I needed them both.

Yes,my dhampir agreed, then sunk her fangs into Damon's arm.

A low moan of pleasure escaped me as soon as his blood coated my tongue. It was nothing like a vampire's. He tasted sweet, like rich chocolate mousse sprinkled with mint. It had none of the heavy, dark chocolate of a vampire. It also held none of the vampire's intoxicating magic. No surge of magical strength. No sense of uncontrolled need to have more. No unsatisfied longing.

It was just Damon, and I was suddenly starving.

But he was right. His skin healed within seconds. I whimpered, dragged my tongue up his arm toward his elbow, and bit again. The same deliciousness filled my mouth. This time I didn't let it settle on my tongue. I sucked his arm and drew in several mouthfuls. It slid down my throat like a rich mint chocolate milkshake. I hummed my approval until my supply was cut off again.

I shifted my mouth to get more. Kenrid's arms slid around my waist, and his chest pressed against my back, reminding me that Damon was a person, not a milkshake. I gently kissed Damon's arm and reluctantly pulled it away from my needy mouth.

It's enough for now,my dhampir whispered, but I could hear the painful hesitancy in her voice.

Tell me when you need more, I said. None of us know what you need to survive. Don't wait until it's impossible to stop or walk away.

You don't have to worry about that, she quipped. I don't see them leaving us alone anytime soon.

She was probably right on all accounts. I'd trust her to tell me what she needed. But I couldn't stop the doubt now lingering in my mind about Damon and Kenrid's opinion about what we'd just done.

I slowly lifted my eyes to Damon's face. His gaze held a deep passion I hadn't expected. No judgment. No disappointment. Only a fierce look of desire. His dark eyes traveled to my lips. I ran my tongue over them just to make sure I didn't have any lingering blood. Nope.

But I had the sudden urge to kiss the man in front of me, despite having Kenrid's body pressed against mine. Now that I thought about the fae, I felt the ridge of a very hard erection on my ass. My desire flared, and Kenrid's cock pulsed. My knees almost gave out with the need surging through my body.

Damon growled and cupped my face with his large hands. I hadn't realized I'd closed my eyes until his breath brushed my lips. He was giving me a moment to push him away. I wouldn't, or maybe I couldn't.

I closed the tiny space between his lips and mine. His kiss wasn't tentative or soft. As soon as I gave him permission, his fingers slid around the back of my neck and pulled me in. His mouth tasted almost as good as his blood. I let his tongue glide over mine, and a small moan escaped me. Damon's lips moved against mine, demanding everything from me. There was no way I would deny him.

My hands found Damon's shoulders and slid around his back. I pulled him closer, and he didn't resist. When only a few inches separated us, I realized Kenrid's arms around my waist were the only thing between Damon and me.

My demon released me from his kiss, and I sucked in a deep breath, letting my hands glide over his smooth skin. Kenrid started to move away, and I immediately missed his warmth.

"Don't move," Damon demanded.

I hadn't planned on going anywhere, but I quickly realized he wasn't talking to me. His dark eyes were focused on the man behind me. They must have been having a silent conversation because a moment later, Kenrid's hands slid down my waist and grabbed my hips. He pressed his erection against my ass once again, and my body rolled with pleasure at the feel of him.

A low rumble erupted from Damon. It didn't sound like a growl but more of a frustrated moan. His hands made a burning trail down my sides, then disappeared beneath my shirt. A moment later, his palms cupped my breasts.

Oh shit! There are too many clothes.

Another spike of pleasure had me pushing my hips into Kenrid. He groaned and held me tight, his dick throbbing against me. The sexual tension building around us was so thick I could almost taste it.

"My need to claim you is overwhelming, little d'laej," Damon whispered against my neck. "But I'm not the only one with a claim."

"You have my consent," Kenrid moaned. "As long as my claim is right after yours."

Damon squeezed my aching nipples between his fingers, and I nearly combusted with need.

"Someone better do something before I die of sexual frustration," I pleaded.

"I agree," Kenrid said.

I would've laughed at our heavy breathing and needy bodies if I didn't feel like someone had lit me on fire. Kenrid tucked his fingers beneath the waistband of my oversized sweatpants and tugged them off my hips, taking my boxers—his boxers—with them.

Another low rumble came from Damon's chest, and his hands disappeared from under my shirt. I whined in protest until his pants disappeared. Just vanished, like they were made of magic and not fabric. My mind got lost on the size of his cock. Holy shit. Would that even fit inside me? I so wanted to find out.

I told you,my dhampir whispered.

She had told me it would be impressive, not that I had a lot to compare it to. My previous boyfriends were probably average. There was nothing average about Damon. My needy little hands reached for him, but Kenrid stopped me.

"What?"

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I craned my neck back to look at him, but he was focused on Damon, not me.

"Are you?" Damon asked.

My attention snapped back to my demon. Yes, mine. He'd leaned back on the bed, supporting his upper body on his elbows, stretching the thick muscles across his chest. Kenrid still held my hands, but it didn't stop my eyes from mapping out the contours of Damon's six—no eight-pack—on his abs. His impressive cock stood at attention, waiting for me.

I wanted it. I tugged against Kenrid's hold, but he didn't let me go. I rolled my hips against his groin, and his whole body shook.

"I'm sure, but I'm also concerned about Elliott," Kenrid said, his voice shaking. "Lorna, stop before my brain quits working."

I ignored his plea and pressed harder against his throbbing erection. He released my hands, only to grab my hips and slam into my bare ass. He still had blue jeans on, so I didn't actually get to feel him. I spun around and immediately went for the button on his jeans.

He growled and snatched my hands away. "I can't believe I'm the one trying to keep my head," he muttered.

"Let's satisfy our needs and wait until we talk to Elliott for a claiming," Damon suggested from right behind me.

When had he moved from the bed? I never heard him, but I could definitely feel him. His thick cock slid between my legs without going where I wanted it. His thighs clenched against the outside of mine, pushing them together. He rocked his hips, creating a blissful friction between my legs. The thought of him inside me, filling me completely, made me moan. But it was only a thought. His cock slid over my wet folds without penetrating my entrance. It was frustratingly amazing.

His hips continued to rock back and forth as his bare chest covered my back, and his arms wrapped around me.

Kenrid didn't release my hands. When I looked up at him, he was watching Damon with a surprised expression. When Damon's hands moved to Kenrid's waist, my mouth dropped open. Damon deftly unbuttoned Kenrid's jeans, then slid the zipper down.

I just knew my lady bits were about to catch fire. Damon's dick might be in danger of joining them. I took advantage of Kenrid's momentary shock and jerked my hands free, then batted Damon's away from my fae. Damon chuckled as my fingers replaced his on Kenrid's waistband.

I glanced up at the fae because consent really was important. If Kenrid had doubts, I didn't want to force him. He dragged his eyes away from the man behind me, and a smile pulled at his lips. Not the glowing smile that calmed me. No, this was edgy and a little bit predatory—and I liked it. I squeezed my knees together and remembered Damon's cock was still between my thighs.

Oh my! I was going to die of anticipation.

Kenrid laid his hands over mine, and we pushed his pants off his hips together. His cock sprang free, and I was not at all disappointed. No, he wasn't as big as Damon, but he was thick and oh so ready. My fingers wrapped around his length, just barely. He moaned, and another rumble from Damon made me smile.

If I had any doubts about them sharing, these two just erased them. There was nothing but lust and need saturating the air around us. I stroked the length of Kenrid's cock, making him moan again. I loved it. I loved the way he expressed his desire and that it came from me.

Damon pulled his hips away, distracting me. I groaned at him, and he laughed.

"You don't get to control us both, little d'laej," Damon said, thrusting his hips again, skimming the tip of his dick over my opening but not going in.

"Damon," I growled.

"There will be no claiming today," he growled back. "Do what you want with Kenrid, but I am tasting you before I lose control."

His presence behind me disappeared. I heard him fall back onto the bed a moment before he grabbed my hips and pulled me with him, dragging my wet center up his chest. I was not a small woman, even if I had lost a bunch of weight the last few weeks, but Damon tossed me around like I weighed nothing.

Luckily for Kenrid, I let go of him before Damon dragged me backward along his body. It only took a second for me to realize what he was doing. I'd never had a partner suggest the sixty-nine position, but I wasn't about to object.

As soon as my sex lined up with Damon's mouth, my senses exploded. His tongue delved into me, making me see stars. Then he teased with his teeth and his tongue and his lips. I couldn't think about anything other than what he was doing to me.

I dropped my head on his hard stomach, feeling my orgasm building. I couldn't even remember the last time I orgasmed. I really didn't even want to think about it because all I wanted was Damon. No, there was definitely someone else in the room I wanted just as much.

I lifted my head and met the gaze of Damon's enormous erection. I reached out and wrapped one of my hands around it. Tried to, anyway. He was too thick, but it didn't stop me from pushing myself up and supporting my weight on my other arm.

I stroked Damon the same way I'd been caressing Kenrid. He wasn't at all like my fae. Three shallow ridges circled his cock about halfway down. I couldn't see them in the low light, but I could sure feel them. Was it a demon thing? My fingers gently glided over each ridge, and Damon moaned against my clit.

I shuddered, and he thrust a finger inside me. I gasped when he added another, then sucked on the most sensitive part of me. I fell apart without any warning. Every muscle in my body contracted, and a cry broke free from my lips. Damon continued his torture until my orgasm subsided, riding each wave until my body was a puddle of goo. Very satisfied goo.

I still had my hand around Damon's very hard dick. I glanced up to find my fae looking down at me with so much heat and desire in his eyes that they glowed. I smiled, then ran my tongue along the three ridges on Damon's cock.

Both men moaned, and I grinned wildly, intoxicated by the way they reacted to me.

I lowered my mouth over Damon's cock, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. It was almost like I could taste the chocolate with so much blood rushing through him, just beneath the skin. I rolled my tongue over his head and groaned.

Damon twitched, and I tasted blood. One of my fangs must have nicked him.

Before I could take another breath, I was lifted off my chocolatey popsicle. A pitiful whine escaped my lips.

Kenrid pulled me against his chest and sat me down on Damon's lap. I glared at him, but he completely ignored me. His lips crashed into mine, and his fingers dug into my ass cheeks. My wet core slid across Damon's raging hard-on. The demon sat up and grabbed my waist. The two of them pulled me back and forth across Damon's length but never let him inside. I was wet and needy and making all kinds of incoherent sounds.

I wanted him inside me so badly I could barely think. My brain was already mush from my orgasm and Kenrid's tongue dancing with mine.

In our frantic movements, the best and worst thing happened. In hindsight, there was no way it couldn't have happened. Damon's cock slid into my slick heat, stretching me to the point of almost being painful. The mix of pleasure and pain only added to my frenzied desire. I could even feel those three ridges massaging my insides as he seated himself fully.

I sighed against Kenrid's mouth, and he nipped at my lips before lifting his head.

Damon's forehead fell against my shoulder with his groan.

"You feel amazing," I whispered, then swiveled my hips.

"Don't move," my demon growled.

"Damon?" Kenrid asked.

I looked up, expecting my fae to be looking at my demon, but he wasn't. His emerald eyes held mine, not with uncertainty. Nope. Burning lust flickered in his beautiful eyes.

I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his hard cock. His hips jerked, and I grinned, then slid my other hand further down, cupping his balls. Kenrid's eyes rolled back as he moaned. His pelvis surged forward, driving his cock against my grip. I matched his motions, pulling against him with each thrust.

Damon's hands glided down my stomach, distracting me from Kenrid when his fingers reached my clit. I tried to focus on Kenrid's movements but couldn't ignore my own building pleasure. Damon's fingers played me like a seasoned musician. Without even realizing it, my hips rocked with the increasing tempo.

Our bodies seemed to move as one, escalating as our pleasure neared its peak.

Until the room disappeared.

A million stars danced around me in the midnight sky. The heat of Damon at my back and beneath me mirrored Kenrid pressed against my chest. Tendrils of iridescent light circled the three of us. I recognized Damon's dark, heavy magic mingling with Kenrid's light. In the middle, a deep lavender shimmered, almost stitching us together.

It probably only lasted seconds before I was thrown back into the hotel room with the two men who had clearly captured my magic and probably my heart.

Damon's cock pulsed inside me. Kenrid stared down at me with his beautiful emerald eyes.

"I can't deny the claiming," Kenrid whispered.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one," Damon said.

"Didn't it already happen?" I asked, thinking of the swirls of color tying us together.

Kenrid raised an eyebrow and glanced at Damon. I felt a tug in my core as he swiveled his hips beneath me.

"Has she already accepted us?" Damon asked.

I assumed he was talking to Kenrid. A mixture of my fae's predatory grin and peaceful smile spread across his beautiful face.

"Then let's not deny her," Kenrid said.

I wished I could see Damon's expression. Was he angry with me, or was he okay with whatever was happening?

He must have given Kenrid the okay because the fae reached between my body and his. Damon's hands reclaimed their spot on my waist. One of Kenrid's fingers burned a trail to the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. I bucked against his touch, and Damon powered into me, each thrust hitting a spot inside I never even knew existed until now.

And I was once again on the edge of an orgasm that would likely be my ruin. I'd never want to have sex with anyone else ever again. Damon's punishing pace quickened, and my body released. My inner walls convulsed with each pulse of my orgasm, and I couldn't stop the cry of bliss escaping my lips.

Before my orgasm settled, Damon released his own. I could feel his hot seed exploding inside me. For just a moment, I worried about not using protection. It was a little too late now. When Damon's mouth captured that sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder, I no longer cared. Not even when I felt a pair of sharp fangs pierce my skin. With that pain came another earth-shattering orgasm.

The devious demon didn't even give me time to recover before he picked me up and all but threw me at Kenrid. Lucky for me, the fae caught me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, lining his cock up with my center. Kenrid didn't hesitate to drive himself into me.

Just like my penetration with Damon, my mind took me back to the midnight sky with its millions of stars. Only this time, I couldn't distinguish Damon's dark threads from mine. The only one still not attached was Kenrid's, but I knew it would be in a few moments. We'd be connected in a way I never could've dreamed.

And maybe when all of this was over and I had time to think about what I'd done, I might regret it.

No, there are no regrets,my dhampir said.

Kenrid thrust into me again, pulling me back to our hotel room. I gripped his shoulders, trying desperately to hold on as he pounded into me. Damon's warm chest met my back, and his strong hands gripped my thighs, supporting my weight for Kenrid. The simple gesture had my heart twisting in knots. I swatted it aside to look at later as yet another orgasm surged from my core.

I gasped as it ripped through me, and Kenrid snarled as if he were in pain. He hammered into me three more times before he tilted his head back and roared. I'd never seen the fae so primal and unhinged. It sent tingles racing over my skin along with a wave of his magic, but I was pretty sure he hadn't had his own release.

He pulled all the way out of me, and his emerald gaze met mine. He was so intense and just a little bit scary.

"Tell me now if you don't want to be claimed by me and my magic," he whispered.

"I'm pretty sure I already claimed you, Kenrid," I said.

He lowered his head to my shoulder, the same one Damon had bitten. I didn't know what all the biting was about, but I'd be a hypocrite to question it.

"When fae exchange blood, it signifies a binding of our of souls that cannot be undone," Kenrid whispered against my skin. "I willingly give you my soul, Lorna Cross."

"I willingly give you mine, Kenrid," I repeated instinctively. Maybe I should've thought for two seconds before I let those words slip out, but it felt so right.

As Kenrid's short fangs pierced my skin, his scent enveloped me. Not just his scent but his magic. It wrapped me up in his soft summer rain, and I knew I was home. Wherever Kenrid was would be my home. I dropped my mouth to his neck and bit him back. His blood was so different. It was sweet, but not at all like Damon's. It was like the nectar of summer berries. I savored him until his cock speared me again.

Kenrid thrust once, twice, then fell victim to his own orgasm.

Pain flared from my chest, and like a hot knife slicing through my skin, it burst free and slammed into Kenrid. He cried out and pulled me closer. Our bare skin burned with the contact, but it didn't compare to the pain that seemed to bounce from me to him. Another flare surged through my back and must have stabbed Damon. His muffled groan would've made me laugh if I weren't in so much pain. Of course he didn't scream in agony, but I sure did. Damn demon.

It probably only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever before it finally subsided.

Kenrid dropped to his knees, taking me with him. Damon followed, probably carrying both of our weight. Our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room for several minutes. I still hadn't let go of Kenrid. My legs remained wrapped around his waist even as he knelt on the floor.

Damon's hands disappeared from my hips, and cool air replaced his hot body. My skin pebbled immediately, and I shivered.

"What happened?" Damon asked.

I had no idea and wasn't even sure I could reply. Kenrid rubbed my bare back, and I let my head fall onto his shoulder.

"I don't know," Kenrid said. "Did anyone feel like they were thrown into another realm or possibly a pocket dimension?"

"You mean that weird place with all the stars?" I mumbled against his skin.

"Yes," Damon replied.

Kenrid's body tensed in my arms, and I lifted my head from his shoulder. He was staring up at Damon, though. I followed his gaze and gasped. My demon once again wore a pair of jeans, but his chest was bare. On his left pectoral, just above his heart, was a tattoo. That was the only way I could describe it, even though it was obviously a magical mark or something.

A tiny blackbird fluttered its two-dimensional wings on Damon's chest. It was a little hard to see against his dark brown skin until a pair of lavender eyes glowed. The bird searched the room before its gaze landed on Kenrid and me. My fae leaned back and looked down. Of course I did too, then scrambled off his lap.

Another tiny blackbird fluttered over Kenrid's heart. The bird's midnight blue feathers stood out against the fae's pale skin. Its eyes blazed, and a prickling sensation ran over my boob. I looked down at my own chest, expecting to see my frantic heart trying to get out. Nope, no heart. Two complex symbols glowed on my skin.

The one closest to my heart was a soft, yellow gold. It reminded me of the Egyptian Eye of Horus with subtle differences. The most obvious being that I couldn't see an iris in the middle. The second symbol was a deep red. My sister would've called it a ‘witchy rune,' but it looked Norse to me.

"Guys?" My voice trembled, and my heart pounded against my ribs. I gaped at the symbols now etched on my body. "What is this?"

"I've never seen anything like it," Kenrid replied, drawing my attention. "I have a couple theories based on what we just experienced, though." The fae rubbed his hand over his new mark. "It feels … unusual."

Damon knelt beside us and extended his hand toward my chest. "May I?"

"I'm pretty sure I liked your hands all over me a few minutes ago," I replied, trying really hard to hide my fear. It looked to me like we did more than a mating thing.

Damon smiled, then traced the Norse symbol with his finger. "This is a demonic rune of protection. The Norse Warriors modified it to create Aegishjalmur, the Helm of Terror," he said, then pulled his hand away.

I had no idea what he was talking about. Maybe after I got over my mini panic attack, I'd look it up.

"Do you recognize the other symbol?" Damon asked.

I shook my head and realized he was probably talking to Kenrid. The fae leaned toward me, tracing what I called the Eye of Horus. If I weren't so freaked out, it would've excited me to have their hands on me again.

"Yes, it's a fae protection rune designed to see danger before it strikes," Kenrid replied, pulling his hand back. He glanced up at Damon. "I'm guessing this doesn't normally happen for demons."

"No, it does not," Damon confirmed. He placed a hand over the little bird on his chest. "This must be Lorna's. I agree, it feels unusual. I'm not sure I could explain it even if I had to."

How were they not worried about having a magical tattoo on their chest? Both men looked lost in thought but not at all afraid. Unlike me. I was bordering on the edge of overwhelmed. Terrified, actually. I'd barely wrapped my mind around this mate thing, and now I had two magical runes etched on my skin. Sure, they sounded like protection runes, but I didn't even know what that meant.

I had to assume my dhampir was just as ignorant because she didn't even offer a snarky comment about sitting naked on the floor.

"I think it's a good thing," Damon said, probably hearing my heart slamming against my ribs. "My magic has always wanted to connect with you. This just confirms my need to keep you safe."

"Exactly," Kenrid said. "I think these are just a physical manifestation of our claim. It's unusual, but it feels right."

Both men turned their focus to me. I swallowed hard and tried to replace my fear with their curiosity and acceptance. It didn't work very well.

"What does yours feel like?" Kenrid asked.

I looked down at the two symbols and tentatively covered them with my fingers. They were warm, and the outline of each rune was slightly raised on my skin. They didn't hurt, and I could sense both Damon and Kenrid's magic in them.

I must have said all that out loud because Kenrid smiled. "I can feel your magic, too. Fae who find their soulmate can always feel each other, though. So, I expected it."

"Demons are the same," Damon added. "The only way I would not feel you is if one of us left this realm."

"So, we'll always be able to find each other?" I asked, feeling pretty good about that part. If someone else did manage to kidnap me again, my guys would find me.

"Yes," both men replied at the same time.

"We should get going," Damon said, rising to his feet.

My eyes were automatically drawn to the bird on his chest. "Will it still be there when you change to your demon?" I asked.

Damon grinned and took several steps back. "Let's find out."

I'd never actually watched him change from demon to human. He'd always done it when I was distracted by something or someone else. I eagerly kept my eyes glued to him. A dark, foggy haze circled his body and blurred his form, making it impossible to see. I frowned when the haze dissipated, and a demon replaced the man.

I couldn't see the little bird on Damon's dark scales until its eyes blinked several times. It was kind of eerie to see a pair of lavender dots shining against his scales like that.

Damon grinned, showing his fangs. I shivered at the reminder of his bite and my naked body.

"I'm going to take a quick shower," I said, scrambling to my feet and making a mad dash for the bathroom. It made no sense for me to suddenly be bashful, but I was. Or maybe I was skirting the edge of shock.