Demon's Triad by Anna J. Evans, December Quinn Page A

Aleeza couldn’t help but smile as his laughter filled the glen, a low, rumbling sound that made her wish it was tangible so she could rub up against it like a cat. But then, almost everything about this man made her want to rub some part of her against some part of him. He was undeniably magnetic, though his strong-arm tactics earlier left a lot to be desired.
    “My name’s Dorand Tedder, of the Amiantos coven.”
    “Who said I wanted to know your name? Maybe I like my one-night stands anonymous,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist and lifting her hips. The part of him still buried inside her began to thicken, pressing against the highly sensitized walls of her pussy.
    “This isn’t going to be a one-night stand.” Dorand’s smile faded as heat began to burn in his eyes once more. When he moved his hands to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples softly between fingers and thumbs, Aleeza was nearly ready to agree with him.
    Sure, she hated the Amiantos, but the way he worked her body, the way he coaxed her into a state of desperate arousal again in seconds was surely worth making a friend out of the enemy. At least for a little while.
    “Don’t speak too quickly, brother.”
    Aleeza yelped and jumped in Dorand’s arms as a second man emerged from the shadows. Two times in one night she’d been taken by surprise. It wasn’t like her to let her guard down so easily, especially when she knew she wasn’t in safe territory. She’d known the risks when she invaded Amiantos lands, and Dorand could still decide to punish her for that invasion. She still had her magic, she could feel it vibrating within her with even more potency than usual, but she wasn’t out of the woods until she was out of these woods.
    “This witch has a few questions to answer before you set about fucking her again.”
    The new guy had dark brown hair that fell to his shoulders and a wicked smile on his face that simultaneously softened his hard words and made them even more threatening.
    He was shorter than Dorand but no less attractive. Though his was a rough-around-the-edges kind of sexiness. He looked like the type who liked to party too late and skip a shave the morning after, the kind of man who would concentrate every ounce of energy on a woman while he was making love but forget her name seconds after orgasm. He was…trouble. Something within her sensed it intuitively even as another, less reasonable part of her insisted that she meet his wicked smile with one of her own and invite him down to play in the dirt. He certainly looked ready to play.
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    “Now, now, Aleeza, don’t look at me like that,” Trouble said, his smile fading away. “I just might take you up on that offer, and the gods only know what we three would be in for then.”
    The words sent a spasm of pure passion through her. Was this normal? She’d never even considered such a thing before. It hadn’t been possible for her to be with more than one man, but even if it was, Aleeza never thought she was that kind of woman.
    Now…she could picture them both touching her, teasing her. Two thick cocks to play with, two mouths and tongues to caress her body. She saw the two of them kissing, touching each other while she watched, Ferrin’s mouth taking Dorand’s cock while Dorand’s tongue carried her into a place she’d never been. Involuntarily, she shifted forward, taking Dorand’s erection deeper into her. He gasped and tightened his hands around her waist.
    Wait. How did she know his name was Ferrin? Was his name Ferrin?
    For that matter, how the fuck did he know her name?
    He smiled. “I can read your thoughts,” he said. “It’s not a talent of mine, but your desire is so plain on your face you may as well speak it out loud.”
    Good try, bucko, and I suppose you can read my name on my face, as well?
    “You don’t need to say anything either.” She gave his cock a pointed look just as a bead of moisture fell from the tip,