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  Aria shifted restlessly as Adam’s hands left her breasts to peel the leather down her shoulders. He then gripped the hem of her T-shirt in his large hands and lifted it up and over her head, leaving her torso naked but for her bra.

  “You’re still wearing too many clothes.” Declan’s words were muffled a bit because of his distended fangs, but she still heard him and tensed with anticipation. Adam pulled at the fabric of her bra until her breasts popped free, pushed upward by the garment caught beneath them. He caught their sensitive tips in his fingers, rolling her nipples slowly as Declan pulled at the button and zipper at the top of her jeans, shoving the material to the floor.

  “Still no panties.” Dropping to his knees before her, the movement somewhat stiff because of his injured leg, Declan grinned up at Aria, who was arching into Adam’s caress. “It’s good to see that some things never change.”

  “Hopefully your skill at this hasn’t.” Her voice was tart, but inside she was shaking. Declan’s words were teasing, but his touch...Adam’s touch...made her feel special. Cherished, even.

  Behind her Aria heard Adam chuckle as she challenged Declan.

  “You’re going to eat your words, sweetheart.” Aria’s heart melted a bit as Declan used the words he once had. She refused to let it show on her face.

  “We’ll see.” Aria gasped as Adam slid one hand down her torso, over her rib cage and to the heated, naked space between her legs. It had been so long since she’d felt any touch but her own there that her knees buckled.

  “Easy.” Declan caught her by the backs of her thighs, then ran his lips over the seam where her belly met her leg.

  “Oh!” Aria couldn’t swallow the cry as, with sure fingers, Adam parted her labia. His other hand continued to play with her breasts, moving between one and then the other, teasing the nipples until they had hardened to the point of pain.

  “I’m dying to taste you again.” Declan flicked his tongue over the curve of her belly, then over Adam’s fingers before sliding through her heated folds.

  Aria jolted at the touch. With Adam pressed against her from behind, she had nowhere to go.

  “Still so responsive.” Not bothering to tease, Declan suckled her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling and his fangs grazing the sides.

  A rush of liquid heat surged between Aria’s thighs. For one vague moment she felt as though she should be embarrassed, but then she remembered how Declan had always loved her taste, likening it to sweet honey.

  Inhaling deeply, she pushed her hips forward, wanting more of his delicious touch.

  “That’s my girl.” Wrapping his lips around the tight bud, Declan began to suck, causing Aria’s entire world to rapidly become focused on the burning space between her legs.

  Every muscle in her body tightened as she waited for the inevitable. Declan had always been able to make her come faster than she could even do for herself.

  “I want you wrecked tonight, baby.” Drawing her to the edge of the orgasm, Declan stopped sucking to thrust his tongue into her slick folds. She shuddered, crying out as a hot, hard burst of pleasure shot through her body. She ground back against Adam as she came and felt the slickness of his arousal against her spine.

  “Aah.” Aria found herself lost for words as sensation washed over her. She sagged back against Adam, trembling. In front of her, Declan rose to his feet, weaving his arms around her waist.

  Surrounded by two hard male bodies, Aria felt an emotion that she couldn’t quite put a name to click into place.

  She liked it.

  “Off.” Impatiently she worked her hands in between her body and Declan’s and tugged at his belt. “Too many clothes.”

  Reaching behind, she ran her palm over Adam’s hip. He rocked forward, pressing his erection into her bottom.

  “Patience, little one.” Adam chuckled as he spoke, his hands tracing lightly over her spine. Aria bit her lip. If any other man had called her that, she would have been extremely irritated. In this situation, though, it seemed strangely right.

  She barely knew the man, but she’d been born a witch, and she couldn’t deny the energy that was flying hot and fast around the room.

  Closing her eyes, she decided to just let it take her where it would.

  “More.” She reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. Adam’s fingers nudged her aside, undoing the hooks and sliding the garment down her shoulders slowly, his touch sure.

  “As the lady wishes.” Stepping back so that she could see his full length, Declan left Aria in the cradle of Adam’s arms and lifted his shirt up and over his head.

  “Damn.” Aria whispered the word and saw the resultant tug upward of Declan’s lips. She didn’t care that he’d heard.

  She was too busy looking at the hard ridges and planes of muscle that made up his torso. She’d deliberately buried the memory of his gorgeous body deep in her mind after he’d left, but now she drank in the sight.

  Declan raised an eyebrow at her as his hands came to rest on his belt buckle, and Aria nodded, her mouth dry.

  “More.” Declan undid the buckle of his belt, then pulled down the zipper of his worn jeans, the noise of the zipper a harsh metallic rasp in the air.

  Behind her Aria could feel Adam’s muscles tighten, just as her own were, as Declan slid his jeans and briefs down over his lean hips. He stood naked in front of them, the impressive length of his erection pointing toward the ceiling.

  “So hot.” Aria was momentarily disconcerted at Adam’s words when she realized that he was speaking of Declan. But she found she wasn’t jealous. And her body yearned to be between the two of them, on the bed, and the need overcame the strangeness of the situation.

  Clearly both Adam and Declan still wanted her, even though they obviously lusted for each other as well.

  “Your turn.” Declan reached for Aria—she noticed that he only stumbled a bit when the distance was short and his cane wasn’t present. Sitting himself on the edge of the bed, he pulled Aria down onto his lap, facing forward and waiting for Adam to disrobe.

  The werewolf obliged with a cheeky grin. Aria had met shifters before, but never a wolf—they didn’t tend to congregate in Salem’s Hollow. Fascinated, she watched as Adam quickly divested himself of his clothing. He was shorter than Declan, not as lean, but every bit as ripped. His caramel-colored skin gleamed in the warm light of the solitary lamp, emphasizing the lines of his muscles.

  “You okay like that, Dec?” Adam gestured to Declan’s leg and Aria, horrified at the thought that she might be hurting him, tried to stand. Declan banded his arms tightly around her middle, holding her in place as he nuzzled his face into her hair.

  “I’m much better than okay,” he said hoarsely. Aria squirmed on his lap as his hands slid over her breasts, her belly and down to clasp her hips. When his fangs grazed the skin of her neck, right in the place where he had once loved to taste her, she arched her back and moaned.

  She found herself a little bit disappointed that he didn’t bite.

  “Declan. Adam. Please.” Aria didn’t know how much more teasing she could take. It had been so long, and she wanted them both so much. She reached out for Adam’s cock, which was thick and long and already damp at the tip. “No more teasing. I want it fast. I want it now.”

  Before either man could argue, Aria bent at the waist and sucked the tip of Adam’s cock between her lips. His groan rent the air as she ran her tongue beneath the crown, then nipped with her teeth. His taste was warmer than Declan’s, more redolent of musk, and she found that she wanted more.

  “Declan.” She writhed on the vampire’s lap. He anticipated her need. Lifting her hips momentarily, he pressed his length to Aria’s wet slit and slid inside, moving slowly so that she could feel every inch stretching her flesh.

  “Goddess, that’s good.” Aria spoke around Adam’s erection. With the pleasure of Declan inside of her came a sharp bite of pain on flesh that had been so long unused, but she liked it.

  “
Aria.” Declan’s voice was husky as he clasped her hips in strong hands and urged her to rock back and forth. The movements caused her mouth to slide up and down the length of Adam’s shaft, and she held her breath as he slid deep down into her throat.

  “Declan. She’s so beautiful.” Adam’s voice washed over Aria as she let the pleasure take her over. Looking up through the tangle of her lashes, she saw the werewolf’s head thrown back in need, the cords of his muscled neck standing out in sharp relief.

  He was the beautiful one, him and Declan both. If Aria hadn’t felt secure in her own skin she might have been insecure in that moment.

  With two gorgeous alpha males looking at her like she was a goddess, though, she thought that that would be a bit ridiculous.

  “Lie down, Dec.” Adam’s voice was thick with desire as, with a great groan, he pulled his cock free of Aria’s mouth. Aria wasn’t sure what he planned to do, but as Declan lay back on the bed, his feet still flat on the floor, she began to have an idea.

  Her nerves began to hum with anticipation.

  “Brace yourself.” Aria’s pulse quickened as Adam placed his hands gently on her shoulders and eased her back until she lay flat on top of Declan, his cock still embedded inside of her. The new position changed the angle at which Declan penetrated her, and she gasped as the head of his cock hit a sensitive area deep inside.

  “Aah...” When Adam clasped his cock in his hand and began to brush it through Aria’s slippery folds and lower, she couldn’t stop the flinch, despite her arousal.

  “I’m not sure how I feel about that.” She couldn’t form a more delicate way to put it. “I don’t know if I want you...there.”

  Beneath her, she felt Declan vibrate with laughter. The movement caused an interesting friction where their bodies were joined, and she propped herself up, her elbows on Declan’s chest, as she looked up at Adam with wide eyes.

  The grin he gave her was wicked and unapologetic.

  “I don’t intend to put my cock there.” Adam’s voice was full of wicked intent. Aria frowned as he prowled over her. Where on earth else would it go?

  “Holy goddess!”

  Adam ran his cock along the exposed length of Declan’s before pressing the slick head against Aria’s opening. One thrust of his hips and the tip of his member had worked its way inside of her, pressed tightly together with Declan’s erection, and filling Aria so tightly that the pleasure and pain mixed and she saw stars.

  “Oh. I don’t...I don’t think...” Adam began to withdraw, and Aria whimpered. It wasn’t an entirely comfortable sensation, but the razor sharp slash of pain was edged with dark pleasure.

  “Go slowly, Adam.” Declan wrapped his arms around Aria’s waist from beneath her. He traced fingers over the plump undersides of her breasts as Adam again began to work his way inside of Aria, not stopping until both he and Declan were sheathed to the hilt.

  For a long minute all that Aria could do was struggle to accept the physical sensations that were rioting through her body. Heat crackled through her veins when Declan lowered one hand from her breast to strum over her clit, his touch slow and sure.

  “Yes.” She barely recognized her own voice, escaping from between her lips before she had time to think about what she was saying. “Yes. This is what I want.”

  A groan escaped both men as Adam pressed his hips forward. At the same time, Declan thrust upward. Neither man could move very much, but the tiny slide of the cocks inside of her made tight coils of need spiral deep in Aria’s gut.

  “Fuck.” From beneath her Declan brushed a damp kiss over Aria’s shoulder. “You’re so tight. So good. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

  “That makes two of us.” Sweat beaded Adam’s brow as Aria bowed at the pleasure of another small thrust inside of her tight heat.

  The two men timed their small movements, moving into her at the same moment, pushing until Aria felt certain that she would explode. Then they would recede, just enough for her to catch her breath.

  Her need coiled ever more tightly. She needed something, just something more to explode.

  As her body tightened, Adam slid his hands down to her opening. Pulling the skin of her labia taut, he nodded at Declan, who increased his pressure and pace on Aria’s clit. In less time than it took to her inhale, the pleasure crashed over her, an out-of-control blaze that made her scream.

  Though her haze she felt Declan’s fangs scraping over the tender skin in the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She knew what he wanted, but even through her need she wasn’t sure she could give it to him.

  “Drink from me, Dec.” Adam bent lower, causing a second series of ripples to riot through Aria as he offered his neck to Declan.

  Aria was trapped in the middle of the dense, dark bliss as Declan sank his fangs into Adam’s neck and began to suckle. Adam groaned, stiffened, then pushed all the way inside of Aria’s heat. The smell of musk scented the air as Adam came, and rich red blood dripped down onto Aria’s shoulder as the movement pulled Declan’s fangs from Adam’s skin.

  Declan slowly laved his tongue over the spilled drops. The rasp of his lips on her sensitive skin made her shudder, and the small movement sent Declan over the edge. She felt him shoot inside of her, and a final shudder racked her body.

  Though she knew that it wouldn’t last, Aria allowed herself to be held, to be pulled tightly against hard male flesh as they all collapsed in a spent heat on the bed.

  It felt so good, felt so right that she didn’t want to think about what was to come.

  She just wanted to bask in the bliss, and worry about returning to the reality of her own life later.

  * * *

  Hours later, Aria awoke feeling as if a brittle cold had seeped into her bones and was there to stay.

  It wiped away the sweet glow from her encounter with Adam and Declan in an instant, turning the delicious warmth into shards of ice. Sitting up abruptly, she raked her fingers through her hair and looked around, her heart pounding wildly. She could see the energy in the room, Adam’s aura, Declan’s, the crimson haze of sex.

  Something else was there too, but try as she might, she couldn’t see it.

  Magic crackled in her fingers as she crawled to her knees, careful not to disturb the men who lay on either side of her, one cold as ice, one hot like a flame. Declan, she knew, slept like...well...the dead. Adam, she had no idea, but his animalistic snores told her that he was deeply asleep.

  Crawling to the edge of the bed, she pulled the sword from Declan’s cane, a backup to her sometimes unreliable magic.

  The sensation that she wasn’t alone, that something was watching her faded as quickly as it had come. Before Aria could blink, she knew, somehow, that she was once again alone.

  Adrenaline coursed through her body as she looked down at the slumbering men. Her belly did a slow roll as she studied the lean lines of Declan’s face, a face she knew so well and yet seemed new to her all over again.

  What had happened between the three of them had been more than sex. She couldn’t deny it. But she couldn’t think when she was around Declan and, more than that, the energy that had woken her had left her shaken. It had left an oily residue in the air, one that she could all but smell.

  The energy hadn’t appeared to her until Declan had reappeared in her life. It was tied to him, but she was shaken enough by the tender, steamy encounter that she needed to clear her head before she questioned the men.

  Warily Aria shifted on the bed. Declan, she knew, was well able to take care of himself—he’d been a soldier, a warrior, many times over his long years. Adam, she wasn’t sure about, but his rigid bearing spoke of military training.

  Still, she wasn’t comfortable leaving them, vulnerable to the dark energy as they slumbered.

  She closed her eyes and drew her desire to her mind’s eye. Unlike her sister, Aria rarely used words spoken aloud to channel her magic, preferring instead to rely solely on intention and will.

  She pict
ured Declan and Adam sleeping soundly, so deeply that they did not wake as she slid from the bed, dressed and left the motel. They wouldn’t wake unless a malevolent energy made its presence known.

  The surge of power in her fingertips, and the resultant blue light, told her when she had tapped into the stream of power.

  Waiting a moment to make sure that the spell took hold, Aria then performed the actions she had envisioned. Once she was dressed she raked her fingers through her now messy bob of chestnut hair and turned to indulge in one final look at the two men.

  She could see the energy trails of both, swirling together in a sensuous dance. Hers was there too, because sex entwined spirits.

  The fact that she could physically see her energy twined in the rope that bound the two men was something she needed to think about. She wasn’t upset, exactly, that Declan had found Adam—the supernatural were sexual creatures, and needed the comfort of skin-to—skin contact. And she’d long ago accepted her part in their breakup.

  He might have left her, but she’d pushed him until he did.

  But if he left her again, could she survive? Could she turn away now that she’d experienced the tenderness of the man she’d once loved, and another man as well?

  She needed to think. And she needed to do it alone.

  Chapter Three

  The chill of the fall air outside the cocoon of the motel room added to the desolation that Aria felt. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her leather coat, she strode down the sidewalk to her motorcycle, which was still parked in the now-empty lots of Harry’s.

  As she pulled her helmet from the storage beneath the seat, something that felt like a million tiny needles showered over her skin. She stiffened, waiting to see if the now-familiar sensation passed.

  It didn’t. Inhaling deeply, she discovered the scent of something otherworldly on the air, something that wasn’t werewolf, vampire or magic.

  The blow struck from behind, causing pain to explode through her skull as, caught off guard, she fell to the sidewalk. The concrete kissed her skin, and she could smell blood—her blood—hanging on the air.