face Enos. “Did you always love to cook?”
“No. But each lifetime I live through, I try to learn
something new. My existence would get pretty boring otherwise.”
“I, for one, am grateful you learned it.” She watched his
eyes as they moved from her hands upward, finally meeting her gaze. Blue
alternating icy and fiery. A few fine smile lines beneath them. His irises were
paler than his brothers, one of the few differences between them other than the
aging. Gower’s were the deepest blue, Baen’s had a grayish cast, but Enos’ were
a rich jewel tone.
He reached for her hair and wrapped a strand around two
fingers. “I love the way your hair curls, so soft.”
She smiled and let his words, the tone of his voice, filter
through her busy thoughts. Would he kiss her? Should she kiss him? Should she
even consider starting something with any of the men? If only she could stop
over-analyzing every move she made, she might relax enough to just let things
happen.
He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. A soft
touch, just the center of his lips brushing her. And it burned as if she were
made of ice. She gasped softly and he pressed against her again, fully taking
her breath away.
Clutching the front of his shirt, she leaned into him,
unable to stop the desperate desire to taste him. Her tongue battled with his,
tasting the sweet coffee that lingered on his breath. All her focus centered on
the places their bodies met, their lips, her hands on his chest, his on her
arms. The fire that spread from contact. The need his nearness stoked.
All too soon he backed off, drawing a deep breath. “I knew
you would be so passionate.”
She frowned and looked away. “Sometimes I think the demon is
still inside me. Everything I feel when I see you or your brothers is so
intense.”
His grip on her arms loosened, but he didn’t release her.
“Did you feel anything when you looked at Marrett tonight?”
Thinking back, she shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing more
than curiosity like with Ana and Sophia.”
His lips spread and his tongue traced over the lower one,
sending sparks to her pussy. “Then it’s not the demon. She would have you
attacking any male in your presence, and probably looking to find one if you
were alone.”
Well, that second part certainly fit, but she only sought
out the brothers during the few hours she spent alone each day. A slight bit of
relief calmed her. She was still over-stimulated and that embarrassed her, but
at least she knew it was her own body causing it.
Or the men causing it and her body acting as any healthy
female would when presented with such delicious temptation.
The other two tempting delights came into the living room as
if conjured by her wicked thoughts. She smiled at each of them. They took seats
in chairs near the loveseat.
Baen glanced at her coffee mug. “More latte?”
“No thank you. I’m really stuffed. Totally sated.” The last
she said while looking at Enos, to let him be clear how much she enjoyed the
meal. Looking around the cozy room with its dark paneling and British style she
asked, “Which one of you is the decorator?”
Enos raised a hand. Gower commented, “Enos is the more
refined among us. Any of the gentle arts is usually his work.”
“Hey, watch the ‘gentle’ stuff. I can still take you down if
I need to.” Enos grinned at his brother.
Sin laughed. “You guys haven’t outgrown sibling rivalry
yet?”
Baen jumped in. “Don’t hold your breath waiting, either.
We’re very competitive.”
As usual lately, her thoughts went naughty. A competition in
the bedroom arts was something she’d happily judge. But she didn’t say so. And
hoped the wicked wave stirring within her didn’t reach her eyes.
She enjoyed her visit, talking with them about anything but
demons and fetishes. When Gower walked her to her door, she felt awkward as she
hesitated before going inside. She wasn’t ready to ask him inside, and had
never mastered the
“No. But each lifetime I live through, I try to learn
something new. My existence would get pretty boring otherwise.”
“I, for one, am grateful you learned it.” She watched his
eyes as they moved from her hands upward, finally meeting her gaze. Blue
alternating icy and fiery. A few fine smile lines beneath them. His irises were
paler than his brothers, one of the few differences between them other than the
aging. Gower’s were the deepest blue, Baen’s had a grayish cast, but Enos’ were
a rich jewel tone.
He reached for her hair and wrapped a strand around two
fingers. “I love the way your hair curls, so soft.”
She smiled and let his words, the tone of his voice, filter
through her busy thoughts. Would he kiss her? Should she kiss him? Should she
even consider starting something with any of the men? If only she could stop
over-analyzing every move she made, she might relax enough to just let things
happen.
He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. A soft
touch, just the center of his lips brushing her. And it burned as if she were
made of ice. She gasped softly and he pressed against her again, fully taking
her breath away.
Clutching the front of his shirt, she leaned into him,
unable to stop the desperate desire to taste him. Her tongue battled with his,
tasting the sweet coffee that lingered on his breath. All her focus centered on
the places their bodies met, their lips, her hands on his chest, his on her
arms. The fire that spread from contact. The need his nearness stoked.
All too soon he backed off, drawing a deep breath. “I knew
you would be so passionate.”
She frowned and looked away. “Sometimes I think the demon is
still inside me. Everything I feel when I see you or your brothers is so
intense.”
His grip on her arms loosened, but he didn’t release her.
“Did you feel anything when you looked at Marrett tonight?”
Thinking back, she shook her head. “Nothing. Nothing more
than curiosity like with Ana and Sophia.”
His lips spread and his tongue traced over the lower one,
sending sparks to her pussy. “Then it’s not the demon. She would have you
attacking any male in your presence, and probably looking to find one if you
were alone.”
Well, that second part certainly fit, but she only sought
out the brothers during the few hours she spent alone each day. A slight bit of
relief calmed her. She was still over-stimulated and that embarrassed her, but
at least she knew it was her own body causing it.
Or the men causing it and her body acting as any healthy
female would when presented with such delicious temptation.
The other two tempting delights came into the living room as
if conjured by her wicked thoughts. She smiled at each of them. They took seats
in chairs near the loveseat.
Baen glanced at her coffee mug. “More latte?”
“No thank you. I’m really stuffed. Totally sated.” The last
she said while looking at Enos, to let him be clear how much she enjoyed the
meal. Looking around the cozy room with its dark paneling and British style she
asked, “Which one of you is the decorator?”
Enos raised a hand. Gower commented, “Enos is the more
refined among us. Any of the gentle arts is usually his work.”
“Hey, watch the ‘gentle’ stuff. I can still take you down if
I need to.” Enos grinned at his brother.
Sin laughed. “You guys haven’t outgrown sibling rivalry
yet?”
Baen jumped in. “Don’t hold your breath waiting, either.
We’re very competitive.”
As usual lately, her thoughts went naughty. A competition in
the bedroom arts was something she’d happily judge. But she didn’t say so. And
hoped the wicked wave stirring within her didn’t reach her eyes.
She enjoyed her visit, talking with them about anything but
demons and fetishes. When Gower walked her to her door, she felt awkward as she
hesitated before going inside. She wasn’t ready to ask him inside, and had
never mastered the
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