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As I kiss him back hard, I can’t hold back a whimper. It’s undeniably thrilling to become a vessel for his daimon energy, especially when he uses it to such skillful effect.
And there’s something wonderful in general about taking in magic that I don’t have to fear, that won’t bring me anything but pleasure.
When Rheave relinquishes my mouth to chart a scorching path down my neck, Casimir is waiting to capture my lips. Alek leans in to tug aside my cloak and press a kiss to my shoulder.
Stavros tangles his fingers in my hair and nips the back of my neck. “We have time for a little joy before the rest of the hard work.”
The daimon-man lets out an encouraging rumble. “To show our little vine how much we love her too.”
Casimir eases back and runs his thumb over my lips in a gesture that’s almost as provocative as his kiss. “Because we do love you, no matter what happens, no matter where we end up.”
Alek slings his arm around my waist to hug me tight. “Being with you will always have been worth it.”
Our strange makeshift family has survived so much. I can’t say I have any regrets either, not when I can’t be sure we’d all still be here if I’d made different choices to begin with.
And it’s getting awfully hard to think of anything at all other than enjoying their company with their mouths and hands moving over my body.
Casimir edges up my skirt, and Rheave slips his hand between my legs to set off another spark right at my core. I gasp and almost bite Alek’s lip, but he simply groans and kisses me harder.
Stavros dips his hand beneath the fabric of the plain bodice to fondle my breast skin to skin. Then he yanks at the lacing so he can drag the cloth down and expose the nipple to his seeking mouth.
The swipe of his tongue sets off another pulse of pleasure. I’m quivering with all sorts of sparks now, both magical and the kind any passionate caress can provoke.
I look after my men, and they look after me—in every possible way.
As Casimir teases my other breast, Rheave yanks at my underskirt and drawers. He grazes my sex with a series of tantalising tingles and makes a guttural sound low in his throat. “I want to be inside you, Ivy.”
Alek pulls away so I can yank my newest lover to me for an answering kiss. Rheave’s tongue darts over mine in a heady dance, and then he’s yanking at his trousers.
Stavros gives a rumble that thrums from his chest into mine. “I think she deserves another joint effort. You’ve never seen her doubly filled.”
A giddy jolt of anticipation shoots through my veins, and then he’s sweeping me onto his lap. As I help him wrench down his own pants, Casimir glides his hand over my ass and between my thighs.
The courtesan dips his fingers between my folds, setting off another rush of heady sensation. At my eager gasp, he spreads the slickness he gathered around my back opening.
“You want to make sure she’s ready for you,” he explains to Rheave in a honeyed tone, and delves a finger inside me to delightful effect. “Our bodies are capable of providing so much more enjoyment than the most obvious.”
Rheave’s voice is full of need. “I never realized— Do you want me like this too, Ivy?”
“Yes,” I mumble, my own desire burning through my limbs as Stavros rocks his rigid cock against my clit. “I want all of you, everywhere, always.”
With a choked chuckle, the daimon-man presses closer to me. I sink down over Stavros’s cock, and Rheave lines his up from behind.
I hold perfectly still as he slides into me. My nerves sing with the flood of mingling pleasures.
Stavros guides me up and down over his thick shaft. “You always feel so fucking good, Ivy. You can have it all, whenever you want. Just take it.”
I do, swaying between them. With him before me and Rheave behind me, I’ve never felt so full. So encompassed.
Then Alek dips his hand between me and Stavros. As the other two men rock with the blissful rhythm we’re building, the scholar swivels his thumb over my clit.
I whimper, the swell of pleasure drowning out every urge other than the need to buck to my release and clutch at the men around me. Only two are penetrating me, but all four of my lovers are part of this act, moving in concert.
Rheave and Stavros thrust home in tandem, and Casimir swallows my cry with a demanding kiss. I rock and grind between my men, caught up in wave after wave of bliss coursing through my body.
“That’s right,” Stavros murmurs into my ear with a brush of his lips. “Take it all the way, Lady Thief. We’re here to catch you when you careen over the edge.”
In their joint embrace, I do feel as if I’m flying wild.
