Chapter 35

Chapter

Thirty-Five

Ana

T he sun will be up in three hours, and there's been no sign of Phil since we returned. Ember is with her mates, but she and I spent the last couple of hours talking. She used magic to create a dome of silence around us as she told me more about the portal, and we also firmed up our travel plans.

Based on the timing, unless we all feed from Ember, we need to wait until sunset to leave here—fifteen hours from now. Ember is willing to feed us all, but her mates nixed the idea of her feeding Phil. I can't say that I blame them.

In my heart, I can't believe that Phil would hurt Ember, but I have no idea how the demon might react when Phil feeds, not to mention his physical needs after. The idea of spending eight hours on a private jet, with a demon-possessed Phil in a high state of arousal, is terrifying. But it's not Phil who scares me, it's the demon.

"Did you ask everything you needed to?" Blade asks me. "Did Ember answer all of your questions?"

I nod. Blade looks so worried, and I wish I could better assuage his obvious dread, but everything she's told me sounds horrifying—a world terrorized by demons and monsters. But even Ember doesn't know what I'll encounter. No magic keeper in two thousand years has crossed to the other side. And the only information has been passed down verbally.

I don't want to think about what I might face right now. My nerves are going berserk, and so I pace the room. Flame catches me around the waist on my fourth time around. He holds me against him, and his hardness presses into my lower back.

"Wanna go fuck before the sun comes up?" He nuzzles my neck, and the nerves inside me switch gears.

"My cock might relieve some of your pent-up tension, darlin'." His hand presses against my belly as he leans around to look deep into my eyes, and every part of his expression, every vibration coming from Flame lets me know how badly he wants me to say yes.

And really…why would I say no?

I take his hand off my belly and thread our fingers together. "Flame and I are going for a walk in the woods."

Crusher, sitting in a chair in the corner, grunts and then stands, making it clear that if I leave the cabin, he plans to follow.

Flame and I walk toward the door, and Flame turns back toward Blade. "You coming?"

In a flash, Blade is at my other side, a massive grin on his face.

Crusher takes a few steps toward us. "I'll keep my distance," he says. "But someone needs to keep an eye out for…" His voice trails off, but we all know who he means.

"Speaking of Phil." Ember and Axe step into the room. She looks flushed, and it's clear what she and her three mates have been doing. "Axe is going to go find him." She looks up at the big man. "We can't leave without him."

"Oh, thank you." I smile toward Axe, who nods. "Will you let him know what's going on?"

Axe looks down toward Ember.

"We need to keep Phil in the dark," she says. "The only thing he should know is that we're all taking a trip."

Nerves churn my belly. I hate the idea of keeping anything from Phil, but realize that if the demon knows our plans, he might do something to thwart them. Pain tightens my chest, thinking about how long it's been since Phil and I have talked, really talked; and how long since he's held me. The idea that he isn't one hundred percent Phil right now is terrifying, especially after my talk with Ember.

She couldn't answer a lot of my questions, and once Phil and I are in the other realm, I'll be on my own.

Flame drops my hand to wrap his arm around my waist, his palm and fingers spanning an unbelievably large part of me. "Let's go. I have a few ideas of how to wipe that worry off your face."

Placing my hand over his, I marvel again at the size difference, my hand seeming to cover less than a quarter of his, each of his fingers as thick as at least two of mine put together. A wave of lust stabs inside me as I imagine having one or more of those fingers exploring inside me.

Trying to banish reality, I force a smile onto my lips and look up. And the second our gazes collide I'm slammed with another more powerful wave of desire. As Flame's fingers press against my belly, his eyes hold the promise of all the ideas he's hinted at, and they trace through me like wildfire. Flame can't erase my worries, but I welcome the offered distraction.

We exit the cabin, the three of us walking closely together. As promised, Crusher follows behind, keeping his distance, his footfalls quiet on the soft forest floor.

Now that Flame, Blade and I are heading off to have sex, I wonder why I've wasted a second of time tonight doing anything else.

Ember tried to sound hopeful, but it sounds very possible that these next few days will be my last.

The fate of the entire world is at stake, and so, even if it means death, I need to get Phil through that portal, even though there's little chance that either of us will come back.

Given that, I hope to spend what time I have left, showing these two men how much I love them.

I can't let Blade or Flame know the risks that I'm facing, the risks Phil faces too. Images of what the world might become should the demon's evil take hold sends a chill through me. I fight to banish it. Right now, I need to focus on love.

The three of us step into a small clearing. Moonlight streams through the opening in the trees high above, kissing the pine-needle bedding beneath our feet. Turning me toward him, Flame palms my head and captures my mouth in a kiss so full of promise, it fills my thoughts of better things sure to come.

My insides pulse, instantly damp and ready. Then Flame releases his grip on my head, and Blade guides my face toward his equally eager, equally satisfying lips.

Back and forth, I kiss the two men, until it's impossible to keep track of whose lips are where, whose tongue is sliding against whose, or whose teeth are teasing me at any given moment. And then, just when I think it can't get any better, they kiss me at the same time, both of their tongues sliding into my mouth at once, and it lights me on fire.

An inferno erupts, and it's fanned by their hands—sometimes holding my head to keep my lips where they want them, but also roaming everywhere else on my body—stroking and squeezing, touching me in so many delicious ways I can barely contain my excitement or anticipation.

I'm fully on fire, and yet shivering with desire.

Flame backs a few inches away from my lips, and Blade follows suit. "Time to get you naked." He winks. "You okay with that?"

Nodding, I stand between their two imposing figures. I'm breathless, panting, unsure whether I managed to draw even one breath as the three of us kissed. Glancing up, I note the moon is shining through a different group of branches than when we arrived, so the kiss—the innumerable kisses—must have lasted a very long time. No wonder I needed air.

"Take off your dress," Flame says, his voice turning darker and deeper. "I want to see you naked in the moonlight."

I turn toward Blade. His silver eyes have turned the color of gun metal, darkening with obvious desire. And my body floods with so much need, I'm not sure how to contain it.

I'm used to these men removing my clothes but love the idea of putting on a bit of a show as I disrobe. In fact…

"You first." I take a commanding pose as I look toward each of the men, hoping to convey that I mean business. "I too would like to see you naked in the moonlight. Both of you." And I'd like to drink in a full view of the imposing tools I cannot wait to have inside me.

In a flash, Blade whips off his shirt.

"Slowly," I say. "I'd like time to enjoy this."

I try to maintain my commanding posture and tone, try to hide how quickly I'm breathing, how desperate I am, and I'm grateful that my long gown disguises my trembling knees. Although, the fabric is surely vibrating, and these men can sense my acute need, regardless of my attempts to hide it.

The men take a few paces back, both easily within my view. Slowly, Flame lifts the hem of his shirt, lifting it inch by inch and letting his knuckles slide over his rippling abdominal muscles. Then his other hand rises to slide over the exposed ridges.

"Help him," I tell Blade, and then suck in a breath. Until my kiss-bruised lips demanded it, I didn't realize this was something I wanted to see.

Blade moves behind Flame, and his hands slide over the Swede's exposed abdomen. The contrast between their skin tones is beyond beautiful in the moonlight, and Flame's arms drop to his sides as his brother's fingers explore his body.

Blade's palms stroke as he slowly lifts the fabric of Flame's shirt. Then his thumb grazes Flame's nipple, lingering there, teasing him. Flame groans in response, his chin lifting, but his gaze remains locked with mine, delivering so much intensity it's like I can feel the nipple stimulation myself.

My gaze drops to the clear evidence of Flame's growing arousal, straining to escape from his jeans. If I am on fire, then Flame is blazing, and his excitement amplifies my own.

While I'm still focused on the hardness visibly pulsing under Flame's jeans, Blade lifts his t-shirt over his head. Tossing it to the side, he lets his hands slide down Flame's raised arms, his eyes and fingers clearly enjoying the shape of Flame's muscles, his arms, his shoulders and his chest, as much as I am.

"What's next, darling?" Flame asks, and I return my gaze to his eyes.

Gulping, I try to generate enough saliva to speak. "Jeans. Take off Blade's jeans."

Flame's expression darkens. Moving behind Blade, he crouches. His hands fall onto Blade's hips, but his gaze lands fully on me. My core heats to levels that barely seem safe, as I watch Flame's hands slide over Blade's hips and thighs, and then slide dangerously close to the stiffness throbbing under his jeans.

Blade groans, and I want to look into his eyes, but my focus won't leave his erection, watching as Flame runs his fingers over the denim alongside it, teasing him, driving Blade crazy. Driving me crazy too.

Finally, Flame unbuttons Blade's jeans and slowly lowers his fly. Then, reaching around from behind, Flame slides one of his hands into the gap formed by the opened zipper.

"Fucking hell!" Blade calls out, thrusting his hips forward.

The fabric is shielding the skin to skin contact and I long to see what Flame is doing to Blade. But it's not hard to imagine, and I watch in eager anticipation as Flame strokes Blade under his jeans.

As desperate as I am to have one of them buried deep inside me, I am loving this, watching these two men enjoy each other. Plus, Flame is giving me a lesson on how to heighten Blade's need.

Flame's hand shifts from under the fabric, and Blade's stiffness bursts free. Jutting toward me, its head glistens with moisture and promise, and I lick my lips, tasting his arousal on the air as the prospect of impending pleasure overtakes all the scents of the pine and birch forest.

Slowly Flame removes Blade's jeans, pausing to remove his stylish leather sneakers, until Blade's fully naked under moonlight that highlights the shape of his muscles and paints his skin with hues that almost seem blue.

"Now, Blade. Take off Flame's jeans." My voice comes out in a croak, and Flame grins as he rises, standing with his legs slightly spread and hips jutting forward as the now-naked Blade moves behind him.

Instead of mirroring Flame's actions, Blade quickly pops open Flame's button and plunges one hand inside his jeans. Grabbing Flame's stiffness he strokes him under the fabric.

"Holy fuck, Blade. Shit. Buy a guy dinner first?"

Flame's cheeks flush, and he breathes heavily as Blade roughly handles him under the fabric. Moisture dampens my upper thighs as my body throbs, enjoying this show, not wanting it to end, but at the same time begging to be part of it.

Blade slides out his hand, then quickly lowers Flame's fly and tugs his jeans down to his ankles. It all happens so quickly, I gasp.

Flame is beyond rigid, and his freed erection rises to bounce against the springy hairs on his belly. He's so engorged it looks almost painful as he takes it into his own hand.

"No touching," Blade and I say in unison, and then we exchange a smile. I love how we're in sync, wanting the same things right now, even if he's the one delivering and I'm the one watching.

Flame's hands form fists, as he struggles to keep his hands away from his cock. Blade's hands drop to the top of Flame's jeans, currently around his ankles, and then his hands slowly rise, making their way up Flame's legs. My eye contact shifts to Flame's, as Blade reverently explores the scars etched into his flesh. Remembering the first time I saw and explored those scars myself, makes my body insane with desire, almost ready for these stripteases to end.

Flame groans, as Blade's fingers slide over him. His eyelids flicker, his pupils widen, and his cock continues to twitch, shifting as if searching for something to encase it. A service my body is more than ready to provide.

Blade continues to caress Flame's legs, and then his butt, and then he rises to his full height as his hands slide over the front of Flame's pelvis, his long fingers gliding closer and closer to Flame's sex, but never touching it.

"Fuck man." Flame leans his head back against Blade, their two faces so close together I think they might kiss. But then Flame shifts forward. Moving quickly, he kicks off his boots and jeans. The entire thing happens so quickly, it's a blur, at least to my eyes, now hazy with arousal. And suddenly both are fully naked before me.

"Your turn, darling. Time for our show."

Flame stands next to Blade, and I drink in the sight of them. Flame's paler skin is decorated with springy hairs that look like spun gold in the moonlight, and contrast with the dark and nearly hairless planes of Blade's form. My fingers itch to touch the men, to feel every luscious place my eyes can see.

Staring at the men, I lick my lips.

"Need any help?" Blade asks, and I realize I've been staring at them for what may have been a very long time.

Shaking my head, I kick off one shoe, then the other, revealing just a hint of my ankles and shins as I do. Then slowly I begin to lift the dress, sliding its hem up my body. The fabric, brushes over my exposed legs, and that tickle, combined with the night air, feels like tender kisses on my skin. The men's gazes are also caressing my legs as the dress rises, their eyes fully focused on every half inch of progress.

The dress passes the tops of my thighs, and both men moan, as I expose the triangle of dampening hair there. Feeling bold, I spread my legs, loving how the cool air licks at the flames fully burning my sex.

I can't wait anymore.

Quickly lifting the dress, I toss it to the side, and stand naked, bathed in the moonlight and pine-forest-scented air.

In a flash, the men are at my sides, their hard cocks striking my body with the delicious promise of everything I know very well they'll deliver.

"Take me," I say, not wanting to be in charge any longer. "Take me, both of you. Take me however you most desire."