The magic was building inside her. It was like a flame licking over him, filling his cock and testicles and heart—ready to rush in and consume him but in the process make him whole. When he and Wraith took her together and called the spell, earth, wind and fire would meld together in a passionate conflagration.
He captured his cock with his free hand, stroked it from base to tip as he worked another finger into Silver. Her moans filled the bathing chamber and were joined by the sounds his own rough, fast breathing. The way she rocked back and forth, wanted this as desperately as he and Wraith, was an aphrodisiac more potent than any produced by a spell.
Heat rolled off Wraith. Muscles flexed in his arms with the strain of watching. When Silver began begging, asking to be fucked, Tynan knew his brother wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.
“Enough,” Wraith said and Silver closed her eyes in anticipation. She’d dreamed about being taken like this, of being readied for two lovers.
A whimper escaped as Tynan’s fingers left her and Wraith’s cock head pressed against her opening. He was silky heat, velvety steel.
She pushed back on him, enticed him, felt thrilled when his breath became ragged as he slowly penetrated her. Fire burned up her spine and settled in her nipples. For an instant she wished they were in the bedroom so she could lower her chest and rub the pebbled tips of her breasts against the bedding. But then Tynan was out of the water and kneeling in front of her, cupping her, tweaking the hard points between his fingers, tugging at nipples made more tender by the suckling they’d received.
Lust shuddered through her, not only from the dark carnality of Wraith’s penis claiming her, but from the sight of Tynan’s cock and heavy balls, from the feel of his hands on her breasts and Wraith’s on her pussy. She took Tynan in her mouth, moaned against his hard flesh as Wraith seated himself fully.
The fire quenched earlier returned in a rush, burning hotter, fiercer, demanding even more from her. It roared, so loud she couldn’t hear her heartbeat, couldn’t think as Wraith began moving, fucking in and out of her forbidden entrance.
She felt more powerful each time Wraith thrust, each time she sucked hungrily on Tynan’s cock. The passion built, filled her like gathered magic.
Their ragged panting and moans became the words of a spell. Wraith’s fingers circling, stroking, tugging on her clit became the trigger. She came before they did, clenched and shuddered then reveled in the sounds of their shouts of release as they gave her their essence.
Afterward they settled in the heated water of the tub. Wraith took her hand and turned it over so The Mark was visible.
Fear whispered through Silver. It was even darker, even more pronounced, as if her future was being branded into her palm.
He traced it with his thumb, opened his mouth to say something but before he could speak an unnatural wind poured into the bathing chamber.
“Trespasser?”Tynan asked.
In answer Wraith released her hand so his own could trace patterns in the air. The motions were accompanied by words spoken in a language she’d never heard.
The surface of the water in front of them silvered like a mirror used for scrying, then filled with the image of her cousin standing in a small clearing. Silver gasped when Wraith’s hands moved as he began a new spell. She grabbed his wrists to still their motion, scared of the expression on his face.
“Please don’t punish her for trespassing. That’s Joelle. My cousin.”
The darkness cleared from Wraith’s face like a wind chasing away a storm. He twisted in her grip so his fingers encircled her wrists. Heat flared between them. Her pulse thundered against his palms just as his pulse throbbed against hers—beating together as though they were connected by something deeper than lust.
She felt his smile. It flowed into her like a summer breeze.
He leaned forward and gave her a tender kiss. “Do not fear for your cousin. Her trespass is forgiven if worry for you brings her into elven lands.”
Their hands fell away though immediately Silver sought renewed contact. She found Wraith and Tynan’s thighs underneath the water and smoothed over their muscles as she studied the images captured by Wraith’s scrying spell.
Joelle looked frantic. It surprised Silver, and humbled her. Despite having been raised together, she and Joelle had never been as close as sisters.
Early on, before puberty, she’d been the stronger witch and Joelle had resented her for it. But after puberty, when Joelle’s abilities grew until she became the more powerful one, they’d lived peacefully together.
They spent a great deal of time with one another though they didn’t exchange secrets. Joelle seemed to relish the task of helping Silver learn spells she’d already mastered, and in exchange, Silver often accompanied her cousin to clubs.
Silver laughed softly as her hand encountered Wraith and Tynan’s cocks. Every witch’s spell required hard work and discipline, while her ability to attract the opposite sex with her elven looks came easily and grew more pronounced each year. Not only did she attract them for herself, but for anyone she was with, including a cousin who’d been blessed with magic but cursed with a face and figure that didn’t draw men to her.
Now, seeing Joelle’s worried expression and frantic calling, Silver felt a warmth toward her cousin that she’d never felt before. She hadn’t known Joelle was capable of doing a tracking spell, but that she’d done one then followed it onto elven lands… Silver’s eyes teared at the risk Joelle had taken.
“I need to tell her I’m okay,” Silver said, standing, letting her hands trail upward over wonderful masculine flesh because she couldn’t bear to break the contact with Tynan and Wraith.
The mirrorlike surface of the water dissolved, taking the scene with it as Wraith and Tynan also stood. The three of them got out of the water and once again Wraith called a warm wind to dry them off before they went to the bedroom.
Silver tugged on her leather pants and shirt, not bothering with undergarments. Wraith and Tynan pulled on their trousers as she laced her boots. When they remained barefooted she said, “You’re staying here?”
Tynan knelt. His warm hands cupped her face. “You’ll return?”
All it took was a touch, a look, and longing filled her, need. The thought of leaving them at all, even for just a few minutes was unbearable. The thought of leaving them for good—
“Yes.” She forced herself to make light of the ache filling her, to see only the immediate future. “Wraith promised the two of you would fuck me at the same time. I’m going to hold him to his word.”
Tynan leaned in and kissed her, a slow thorough twining of tongues. “It would be best if we weren’t seen,” he said when his mouth left hers. “No human is supposed to leave our lands unpunished if they’re caught.”
Silver laughed and glanced up at Wraith. “I can see your point,” she teased. “Your woods would be full of trespassers if each of them had to pay the same penalty I’ve had to pay.”
Wraith pulled her to her feet and gave her a punishing kiss. Every possessive cell in his body argued against letting her go alone, but Tynan was right. It would be better if she soothed her cousin’s fears then quickly sent her on her way. The magic in Silver was almost at its peak, almost ready to be called by the spell that would change her.
Worry and fear squeezed his heart until it raced. He realized in that instant that he wanted to give Silver a choice about the future. Yet there was none. She was destined to be his wife and Tynan’s, to aid them in returning harmony and prosperity to the southern borderlands.
“Go,” he said, stepping away from her.
Reluctantly Silver left the bedroom. Thoughts of her cousin made her want to hurry but the desire to remain with Tynan and Wraith slowed her. She felt caught in quicksand, as though the magic she’d possessed before The Mark was trapped inside her rather than gone, entwined with Tynan and Wraith’s and desperately struggling to keep her with them.