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

deciding to keep his little slip to herself. Quickly she firmed up her mental shields. Her oldest brother, Simon, had some telepathic ability so she’d learned to shield before she could read. This guy didn’t want to lay down all his cards. That was fine—she didn’t like to give away her hand at the first meeting either, but it confirmed her hunch that she couldn’t trust him as far as she could throw him.
    Still she had to fight not to lick her lips. Ferrin was sex personified, and she couldn’t help the way her inner muscles clenched around Dorand. He grunted softly, and slipped his right hand around to her front so his thumb could stroke her clit. He clearly wasn’t embarrassed to have an audience, which surprised her. Amiantos weren’t known for their kink factor.
    “I don’t think we need to ask her questions just now, brother,” Dorand said. Aleeza watched the two men’s eyes meet. Something passed between them, some communication she couldn’t understand even if she tried.
    Which she didn’t because Dorand’s solid thickness inside her was quickly driving her back to a place where nothing else mattered. Her muscles twitched. Neither of them moved, but there could be no mistaking the pressure building inside her. Her pussy burned. She wanted to move, to lift herself up and slide back down the glorious length of his cock. Every nerve ending in her body felt alive, itching with need, but she didn’t dare allow herself to do so much as shift her hold on his shoulders.
    Despite her desire for this Ferrin guy, despite the wonderfully filthy images in her head, she couldn’t seriously do it, couldn’t fuck him while Ferrin watched. She was actually shocked by how comfortable she felt sitting naked in front of two strange men 35

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    with one of them buried inside her. Surely this couldn’t be normal.Was sex really this addictive? Surely she couldn’t be so completely shameless.
    But she was. It was all she could do to keep still despite the rising tension in her muscles. She tensed her thighs, trying desperately not to start riding him the way she wanted to. Her back ached from being kept still, her fingernails dug into her palms.
    Power rose in her pelvis. Her body started glowing again, and her embarrassment started to fade as she fought not to move, not to explode. She was sure they could both see her agony but couldn’t decide which was worse to share with these men—her agony or her abandon.
    Soon she didn’t have a choice.
    Dorand said something else, quietly, but she couldn’t seem to pay attention to his words as her pelvis flooded with heat and her muscles tightened in preparation for another amazing orgasm. This couldn’t be happening. They weren’t even moving.
    “Aleeza.” Ferrin’s voice cut through her thoughts and she turned her head to him without thinking, shifting her weight. That one small movement made Dorand’s cock twitch inside her, and the friction from that tiny change sent shockwaves through her system. There was nowhere else for the power to go, and now it was Ferrin’s eyes into which she looked while she came, his impassive face that watched as her body flooded with a pleasure.
    Aleeza felt her face twist with the violence of her orgasm, but her eyes stayed open.
    She couldn’t tear her gaze away from him, even when Dorand groaned and his cock began to pulse inside her.
    Ferrin waited until she stopped trembling before he spoke. “You might want to get off my brother if you don’t want that to keep happening. Although I’d like to see it again.”
    “You’re an—”
    “Ferrin.”
    So that was his name, an answer that spawned another batch of questions. She’d never read anyone’s mind, never had the slightest inkling that telepathic power was within her grasp. She’d obviously gotten more than she bargained for when she lay down on the earth and spoke the ancient spell. She shivered as she wondered what other surprises might