Her gaze dropped. Doubt fell away when she saw the thick, identical erections pressing against the front of their pants.
Even if she hadn’t been rendered null by The Mark, she was no match for them. They could easily enchant her with a spell. But as she stroked their cocks with her eyes and watched them grow fuller behind the concealing cloth, she knew they wouldn’t need to.
They offered security and safety. No sorcerer would find and claim her while she was with them. And beyond that, they were a living fantasy, a chance to have two lovers at the same time before she went through the Rite of New Beginnings and took a warlock husband.
She shivered, nervous and excited, feeling as if she were on a dangerous precipice, but unable to turn away from it. Their hands tightened subtly on her wrists.
“Don’t be afraid of us,”Tynan said, leaning in, sucking at her lips, coaxing her into opening her mouth for him and tangling his tongue sensuously with hers in gentle persuasiveness.
Silver moaned when his free hand cupped her breast. She arched into his touch like a cat begging to be stroked.
He answered her plea with a quick curve of his lips against hers, with a press and swirl of his palm against her hardened nipple, with a deepening of his kiss.
She almost cried out in pain when he abandoned her mouth and breast. But then Wraith was there.
His fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her head back. His mouth covered hers and his tongue breached the seal of her lips in a possessive taking—different from Tynan’s touch and yet just as enthralling.
She whimpered. Years of fantasizing about a dominant lover left her yielding, welcoming his touch as readily as she’d welcomed his brother’s.
Wraith plundered, claimed. He left no place in her mouth unexplored. He left no doubt in her mind as to how thoroughly he intended to fuck her.
His cock ground against the juncture of her thighs and sent bolts of fire through her clit. Her cunt clenched and released, clenched and released, soaking her panties in arousal and filling the night air with the scent of it.
They were both breathing hard when Wraith lifted his mouth, both flushed. His dark eyes glittered in the moonlight.
She glanced at Tynan and trembled when she saw the same intensity in his face. There was no thought to protest, no thought to do anything but surrender herself to their care when they ushered her into the cottage.
Without a word they led her through the living room and into the bedroom. Candles lit with a flick of Wraith’s fingers and a silent spell. A romantic glow spread across a huge bed resting on a platform only inches above the polished wooden floor.
Self-consciousness assailed Silver. She became aware of the sweat dried on her skin from her furious run to escape the magi. “I need to bathe,” she said. It came out little more than a whisper.
Another flick of Wraith’s fingers and light spread to a room adjacent to the one they were in. They released her wrists but followed her when she stepped into the bathing chamber.
For a long moment Silver could only stare at her surroundings in awe. So little was known about elves. They might mingle with humans but they didn’t share the details of their lives or culture.
Only magical beings intimately tied to nature could create a room like the one she was standing in. Steam rose from a sunken tub carved out of sparkling rock. Around it there was a garden of exotic plants and vines, each with delicate, colorful blossoms of breathtaking beauty.
“This is exquisite,”Tynan murmured, his voice holding the same awe she felt.
Silver turned away from the inviting tub in order to look at his face. Confusion must have been written on hers because he smiled and said, “This is Wraith’s private retreat. I’m seeing it for the first time also.”
Next to Tynan, Wraith stripped out of his shirt, drawing her attention to the smooth chest and well-defined muscles. She was mesmerized by the sight of his dusky, golden skin, unable to look away until Tynan shed his shirt as well.
They were a matched pair except for their eyes and manner, alluring and tantalizing, a fantasy no human could resist. Her breath caught in her throat when their hands went to the front closures of their trousers. Misgiving made her reach out and place her fingers on their wrists, halting them before they freed their cocks and filled her with a desire there’d be no turning away from.
She was suddenly afraid she’d continue to long for them after she married a warlock and settled in some remote location. Yet at the same time, she was equally afraid that if she turned her back on this chance to be with them, she’d forever regret it.
Tynan’s smile was tender as he captured her hand and brought it to his chest. His heart beat sure and steady against her palm. The heat and smoothness of his skin made her toes curl and her cunt clench.
“Trust us to care for you,” he said.
Wraith took her other hand. Instead of carrying it to his chest he pressed it against the hard ridge of his erection. “Trust us to pleasure you.”
Silver shivered. Her hesitation dissolved under a wave of hot need. She pulled her hands from theirs and began unbuttoning her shirt.
Chapter Three
Nothing could have made Wraith look away as Silver freed the buttons on her shirt with fingers that trembled slightly. The scent of her arousal was headier than the most exotic and rare of the blossoms in his bathing room, and yet it was the sight of her bravery mixed with nervousness that pierced him, enthralled him.
Her vulnerability, the hint of fear she held because of their magic, her ignorance of what she was and who they were was an aphrodisiac. He’d coupled with women before, more of them than he cared to remember and none he considered other than a casual interlude.
They’d all been elves, coolly beautiful, confident elegant females who’d hoped to form a political alliance on behalf of their families or who’d hoped to rise above their caste by snaring him as a husband. The passion had been orchestrated, contained, civilized.
It would be different with Silver. She didn’t know the rules of elven society, the customs deemed necessary among a race of people whose life spans were measured in centuries rather than decades.
He’d never encountered an elfling raised among humans before, never considered how freeing it might be. The few he’d met had been raised in enclaves, elf in upbringing and only waiting for the mark to appear so they could be changed.
His body tightened as Silver’s shirt fell away and she slowly began unwinding the band of cloth used to bind her breasts. His cock throbbed so fiercely he could barely tolerate the feel of his trousers against it.
Wraith forced himself to take a deep breath. He gripped his penis through the fabric of his pants and resisted the urge to free himself.
When she was naked, he would order Silver to kneel at his feet and finish undressing him. He’d watch her storm-cloud eyes darken with lust as she obeyed him.
Everything about her, from the way she glanced at him through lowered eyelashes to the way she responded when he kissed her, told him she would accept his dominance.
The thought of a submissive woman sent icy-hot lust pulsing through his shaft. It was a fantasy he’d never permitted himself to explore with any female—until now.
As the cloth fell away and Silver’s breasts were revealed in the candlelight, Wraith was filled with animal hunger. Her dark nipples made him want to bite and suck, to kiss down her flat belly and rip her pants off so he could wallow in the scent of her.
He wasn’t alone.
Next to him, Tynan’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession. He’d already freed the closure of his trousers.