She squealed, laughing. “Put me down. I can walk.”
“Quicker this way.” He threw a quick glance at Halcyon. “Your room?”
At the answering nod, he moved, unbelievably fast.
They were suddenly in Halcyon’s room, and Halcyon was pulling the door closed behind him—not outside the room but inside as Gryphon set Mona Lisa down on her feet.
“You’re staying?” Mona Lisa asked her Demon Prince.
“It’s what we agreed would be most safe,” Halcyon said, steady and calm. Something in his eyes, however, prickled the small hairs on Mona Lisa’s arms, standing them up with a dark, dangerous thrill of excitement.
“Let me,” Gryphon said, gripping the edge of her shirt.
At her answering “Yes,” he lifted her top in a slow, reverent unveiling.
The next article of clothing was removed by the brush of invisible fingers. One bra strap delicately pushed down, then the other. “Was that you?” Mona Lisa asked Gryphon with startled eyes.
“No,” answered Halcyon. “It was me.”
Mona Lisa gasped as she felt those phantom fingers deftly unhook the back clasp. Both men watched as her bra fell away, revealing the soft, white mounds of her breasts.
Tension heightened a notable notch as Halcyon began unbuttoning his shirt, walking slowly toward her. “May I join you?” he asked, as politely as could be, but his eyes . . . the heated smolder in his eyes played contrary to the casual ease of his words.
Mona Lisa swallowed hard, felt her pulse skitter. Felt it pound even more as Gryphon leaned down to brush his lips against the hollow of her throat, slide his mouth over her pulse point. Dangerous, dangerous delight.
She had never been with both of them together before—that is, openly agreed upon, beginning that way. It was, she found, startlingly different.
“By all means, yes,” Mona Lisa said in a breathless whisper.
Everything suspended and became truly breathless as Halcyon began disrobing in a deliberately slow and graceful striptease.
Just those two things: the feel of Gryphon’s lips and the sight of Halcyon moving, acting, in a way she’d never seen before—knowingly, sensually, blatantly sexual.
It was unbelievably arousing.
Her breath came faster, and the unsubtle scent of her arousal filled the air.
“Take off your pants, love,” Gryphon murmured, licking his way up her neck to nuzzle a particularly sensitive spot behind her ear that curled her toes and pulled a soft moan from her. The light touch of Gryphon’s palms running down her shoulders, grazing the sides of her breasts, made her shudder.
There was nothing like a lover who was intimately familiar with your body . . . unless it was two lovers who knew your body’s every secret and erogenous zone.
With teasing slowness, Halcyon slid his pants down. Mona Lisa’s movements were more hasty as she kicked off her shoes and lowered the zipper of her jeans. Her body quivered under Gryphon’s physical touch while her eyes hotly devoured the sight of Halcyon deliberately revealing his body in a blatantly carnal dance. She pulled in a soft breath as his hard organ sprang free. Let loose a gasp as Gryphon’s rough palms pushed her jeans down her legs. He crouched, kneeling at her feet, his mouth so tantalizingly close to the soft feminine juncture where her thighs met.
She felt his breath puff upon her there, ruffling her curls, and gasped in a breath.
Gryphon lifted his wicked blue eyes to her. “Lift your feet,” he commanded softly.
She did, one at a time, feeling his hand brush down her calf, her ankle, the top of the foot—areas more sensitive than she would have imagined. He eased her clothes away so that she stood revealed, naked and vulnerable in front of her two lovers, one as beautifully bare as she was, the other still yet fully clothed.
Like two dancers following choreographed steps, they switched positions, Halcyon coming to stand behind Mona Lisa, caressing her with the delicious brush of bare skin to bare skin, while Gryphon stood up and began his own languid and erotic disrobing.
The Demon Prince touched Mona Lisa with his hands, traveling the same path down her body that Gryphon had followed, while Gryphon stroked her with words, with the heat of his eyes, telling her what he was going to do to her in explicit, detailed, and blunt language. . . what they were both going to do to her.
She found herself throbbingly moist, fully aroused by the time Gryphon parted with his last article of clothing and closed the distance between them to stand in front of her, not touching. Halcyon’s hands fell away, too, so that the two men surrounded her, front and back, for a moment, a walled enclosure of strong, naked male bodies.
Gryphon backed slowly onto the bed, holding her gaze. “Come here,” he said in a rough, sensual demand, lying back against the pillows like a pagan lord.
Had they deliberately planned it this way? she wondered. The last time she had been with Gryphon—the first time making love to him since he had become demon dead—had been difficult. Afraid of touching her with his sharp demon nails or his fanged mouth, Gryphon had been unable to prepare her adequately. Now, though, her body was more than ready for him after the show the two of them had put on, or more accurately, put her through.
Well, if two could play the same game, so could three.
With a gentle sway of her hips, Mona Lisa stepped toward the bed, at an angle so that both of her dark, teasing demons could see.
Her hands started at her neck and stroked slowly, smoothly, down the mounds of her breast, grazing over her nipples. The unexpectedly sharp jolt of sensation hardened the peaks and pulled one groan, and one growl, from her audience of two. They watched her with hot, avid attention. Followed the caressing glide of her fingers down her midriff as she swayed and sauntered over to the bed. Watched with glued eyes as she came to the edge of the mattress and ran her hands down her thighs and then back up, coming to a teasing halt just above her small triangle of hair.
She wasn’t beautiful, but under their intent gazes, she felt more than beautifuclass="underline" she felt like a wanton seductress, the slightest move of her hands hungrily devoured by their gleaming eyes.
Sinuously she crawled onto the bed.
Gryphon began to sit up and she used one finger to hold him still. “Oh, no,” she whispered, “I haven’t had my turn yet.” Leaning in, she kissed the corner of his mouth, nibbled the curve of his lower lip. “You have the most gorgeous mouth,” she murmured, pulling away when he began to kiss her back. Using both hands, she pushed him prone again, his body deliciously laid out for her enjoyment.
God, he was beautiful. A stunning, dazzling feast to the eyes.
Her gaze drifted to her dark Demon Prince. “Come here on the other side, Halcyon, so I can see and enjoy you both.”
Her Demon Prince moved—no, not moved, that would be too tame a word for what Halcyon did. He prowled with dangerous grace to the other side of the bed, his erect sword leading the way, every fluid movement imbued with raw carnality. The sensual heat of his eyes was mixed with amusement. “Competitive little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Oh,” she purred, “you have no idea.”
Kneeling beside Gryphon, with her eyes fastened on Halcyon, Mona Lisa put her left hand over the top of Gryphon’s foot and stroked the delicately arched insole.
Gryphon twitched.
“Stay still,” she murmured, and ran her hand up his leg.
Gryphon’s staff, already thick and flushed, grew even duskier in hue as her fingers trailed closer. Halcyon’s thickened pole bobbed and twitched as well, she was happy to see as she continued the upward sweep of her hand. Her fingers ran along Gryphon’s hip, traced the muscles along his abdomen and chest with sweet, appreciative pleasure. And what she touched on Gryphon’s body with her hand, her eyes swept in visual caress over Halcyon.