Marcus captured my hand and towed Rafael and me toward the bathing pool. “In,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.
Havoc’s growl had become a continuous rumble as he waded in. Rafael’s clever fingers were at my waist, and the skirt slipped away, leaving me in only my panties and bustier. His long fingers slid along my thighs, ten trails of fire over my skin.
The water was pleasantly warm, and I slid into it backward, pulling Rafael with me. Nothing was going to make me let go—he belonged with us.
I just had to prove it.
The water rose just past my waist. Marcus moved up beside me, and I immediately appreciated the side benefits of white fabric when wet.
“Ooh, yeah,” I purred. “See-through pants.”
Rafael dipped cupped hands into the water, and dribbled the results over my bustier. Which obliged him nicely, my breasts pushing up against the transparent fabric. He uttered a low sound in his throat before he gathered me against him and sank into the water.
While one arm held me, the fingers of the other glided up along the inside of my thigh and pushed my panties aside. A millisecond later, I arched up as they slipped and slid over that most sensitive nub, before dipping inside to stroke.
I writhed, my breath coming in short, harsh pants. My nose was against his chest, and as I breathed in the delicious scent of him, I tightened helplessly around his fingers.
“Fucking hell,” Havoc groaned. He already had his pants pushed down, and his hand wrapped around the thick shaft of his dick—an image guaranteed to send heat flooding through me.
I squirmed away from Rafael’s teasing hand and rotated in his arms so that I sat in his lap. He nibbled on my neck while Havoc’s hands drifted up along my calves. His copper eyes narrowed as I spread my legs, and Rafael slid his hands beneath my hips, lifting me—
The water made it easy. Havoc moved between my legs, hooked a taloned finger into my panties, and ripped them away. Then, with a guttural groan, slid himself home.
I moaned, caught up in a three-way link between him, and me, and Marcus, who was yanking hard on his balls to keep himself from losing it entirely. Havoc’s big hands lifted my thighs with every exquisite thrust. Rafael moved his fingers to my breasts, and began to tease my nipples through the fabric while, one slow step at a time, undoing the bustier.
Something raced along the link. Faint images flashed through my mind—of me, and my life. Coming from Rafael.
“Do you feel it?” he murmured in my ear. “It’s feeding. You’re so delicious—and it wants more.”
I lifted a hand back to stroke his face, and tilted my head to accept a kiss. “Let it run free,” I murmured. “We have to know what you can do.”
He hesitated, and then the flood of pure lust came with an intensification of his scent, and along with it—questing tendrils. Reaching eagerly for what we had to offer.
“Yes,” I purred. “Let it go, Rafael.”
“You are all mine.” Rafael’s voice rang with a power that resonated through us. He groaned, and shifted beneath me, moving so he ran his tongue along my throat, and then up beneath my ear. Fingers had loosened the bustier enough to slide beneath it, where they began to pinch and pull at my nipples. His other hand slipped down to where Havoc swelled within me, and rubbed and swirled…
I arched beneath him, racing toward an edge I longed for, as the images, now more powerful, raced through my mind.
“Not yet.” Rafael’s voice resonated through me. “Pull out, Havoc.”
Havoc snarled—but then, to my amazement, he obeyed. It wasn’t easy, he was so swollen, so ready. And I tried to hold onto him, rubbing myself on his body, wanting him. Marcus cursed and yanked harder on his balls, eyes rolling in his head as he barely withstood the urge.
Through it all, I felt Rafaelfeeding. Drawing from us. The images I sensed from him were no longer just from my life. But from Marcus’s and Havoc’s, too.
My Centaur appeared beside Havoc. His eyes were flaring white, and the dark scales had erupted everywhere I looked.
“There’s only so much a guy can take.” He pushed the Dragon aside. “Your turn to be a voyeur.”
“A what?” Havoc’s lips peeled back to reveal teeth with very large canines.
“To watch,” Marcus clarified.
“No fucking way. I’m going to explode.”
“No, you’re not.” Rafael’s eyes were blazing, and Havoc uttered a sound I’d never heard him make—a growling whimper.
Rafael looked at me. “Turn over.”
