Page 23 of Ivory's Familiars

Seth tangled his fingers in her hair even as he smirked beyond her shoulder, “Don’t worry about Ro. He likes to watch.”

Taking him at his word – he would know – she leaned forward and engulfed the head of Seth’s cock. Three male groans echoed sharply around the room; Seth’s hips jack-knifed, pushing his length further down her throat, Vaughn grabbed her hips and began a pounding rhythm, and Ronan’s hot breath fanned over her back and neck as he watched the show.

Making love with more than one man at the same time was nothing like she dreamed it would be. It was more – so much more. It was a full on, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree sensory experience. Everywhere she looked, she saw an image of a handsome face twisted in pleasure. The scent of sex and lust hung heavy in the air, and the sounds of groans and flesh against flesh were a symphony of desire. There were six different hands, touching her everywhere at all times, pushing her pleasure higher than she knew was possible. And to top it all off, she had the taste of Seth on her tongue – an erotic mix of earthiness and saltiness.

The rhythm of Seth’s hips was becoming erratic, and he was being less careful not to push himself into her willing mouth too deeply. The hands in her hair were tugging more roughly and his breath was leaving him in harsh gasps. All in all, she figured his release was imminent. Feeling her own orgasm creeping closer and closer with every plunge of Vaughn’s hips, she increased the suction of her mouth, flattening her tongue so Seth could slide into her throat. The noise he made was almost like a squeal and she actually found herself releasing him and laughing out loud. Seth threw her a disgruntled look before gripping the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm.

“If you can laugh, I’m obviously doing something wrong,” Vaughn’s voice rumbled over her before he yanked her down, devouring her lips and gripping her butt cheeks hard. She cried out as her sensitive nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest, and held on for dear life when his long plunges turned into short, hard thrusts. The new position had her clit gaining some friction and her orgasm hit her mere seconds later. Crying out loudly, she closed her eyes as bliss, sharp and clear, surged through her body. The hard body beneath her bucked wildly as a near window-shattering shout resonated from Vaughn’s throat as he too found his release.

“Quick, baby. Please,” the plea came from Ronan. He was next to her head now, the tip of his cock an angry purple and in clear need of its own release. Pushing herself up on one hand, she opened wide taking him into the warm recess of her mouth. His yell sounded triumphant as he pumped his hips twice, emptying himself as she swallowed convulsively.

Three breathless seconds later, she felt herself being lifted and pushed to her back. Seth came down on top of her, kissing her passionately, even as he palmed her hips, “Ivory?” his face was twisted into a look of tortured need and yet he still paused, asking permission.

Answering with her actions instead of words, she wrapped her legs around his hips, angling her pelvis to meet his, even as she wrapped her arms around his back, her nails scraping over his flanks. He groaned, taking her up on her offer, plunging into her in one long glide. She gasped, feeling his impressive size dragging through her now highly sensitised folds. The weight of him on top of her and the feel of him inside of her felt different than Vaughn, but just as perfect. Her internal muscles clenched greedily, desperate for more despite the earth-shattering orgasm only minutes before. Seth cupped her hips, pulling out nearly all the way before pushing back in. She arched her neck back, her hands frantically trying to find some purchase now, having slipped from Seth’s broad shoulders. Hard hands gripped her own and she soon found them pinned to the bed above her head. Looking left, she saw a smirking, satisfied Vaughn, and to her right was Ronan, looking a little sleepy but clearly still enjoying the show.

“Ask and ye shall receive,” Vaughn whispered naughtily in her ear, obviously referring to her voiced fantasy from earlier.

She was so turned on, she barely had time to process her fantasy come to fruition. Less than a handful of pumps from Seth’s hips later, she came in a blinding rush of shivers and gasps and moans. Her head thrashed wildly and she felt for sure the pleasure was never going to end. But the hands that held her firmly, acted as anchors, making her feel safe instead of out of control. She was dimly aware of Seth reaching his own peak, before she succumbed to the oblivion of sleep.

Seems they had fulfilled her fantasy in every way.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Ivory woke up alone. She felt the sheets next to her – still warm – and winced a little when hidden muscles protested. So it hadn’t been a dream, after all. But where were the men? She struggled to push back the doubt and insecurities that rose to the surface. Was she getting the morning-after brush off? A rush of water and the sound of male voices filtered through the closed en-suite door and she was able to release the breath she was holding. They hadn’t left her. They hadn’t used her. Well, not in any way she didn’t want to be used, anyway, she thought, a little smug now.

Stretching, she reached her hands up high and pushed out her legs, her toes curling in pure indulgence. She felt absolutely, frigging fantastic. She had spent the night surrounded by three muscled bodies, being pleasured and pleasuring in return. Whoever had coined the term ‘the more the merrier’ really knew what they were talking about. She was going to take the morning to bask, not only in the wonderful endorphins pinging through her body, but also in the warm fuzzy feelings bouncing around her heart too. She didn’t think she would ever feel this way about any man and yet here she was, forming an emotional connection to three at the same time. After last night, she had no doubt she was falling hard and fast for the three bodyguards. The thought scared her – there were those secrets of hers that needed to remain hidden. Plus, they were just passing through – not looking to become residents of her small town. She had no real clue as to how to proceed but just for now, she refused to let those complications take hold. Bask – she was totally going to bask. And what better way to bask than to join the triad of males in their morning shower?

Smiling, she slipped out of bed, unconcerned with her nakedness – no point closing the barn door once the horse had bolted, after all. Pausing with her ear to the door, she could make out the murmur of deep voices, the occasional chuckle … and the frequent sound of moans through the aged wood. Looked like the morning playtime was already in full swing. Positively salivating over the thought of three naked, slippery men just inches away, she swung the door open … and jerked to a stop, her body going stiff, her breath stilling in her chest. Seth had Ronan pinned to his front in the centre of the bathroom. One of his brawny arms was wrapped around Ronan’s magnificent pecs as the other hand gripped his shaft, pumping almost lazily. She could just make out a naked Vaughn in the shower behind them.

But it wasn’t the erotic sight that had her heart stuttering in her chest. Ronan’s head was thrown back in obvious bliss, his head resting on Seth’s broader shoulder. His eyes were closed but his mouth was slightly open – allowing Ivory to see that some of his teeth had elongated and looked remarkably like fangs … or canines. The hand that held him in place also didn’t resemble the hand from hours earlier as it had stroked her to completion. The tips of Seth’s fingers were now sharp and deadly-looking – claws that were idly tracing around Ronan’s nipple. His eyes that were trained on the motion of his other clawed hand, held an eerie glow and the pupils were now vertical, like that of an animal.

She must have made some kind of sound, for both Ronan and Seth whipped their heads up, glowing eyes focusing on her in a heartbeat. She held both hands in front of her as she backed up a step, “Stay away from me,” her voice sounded thin even to her own ears.

“Ivory!” Seth’s shocked voice obviously drew the attention of Vaughn, for he jumped out of the shower in a flash, dripping water everywhere as he took in the scene.

“Who are you?Whatare you?” she demanded, shaking her head.This couldn’t be happening.

“Ivory … it’s okay. We can explain,” Ronan’s voice was low and soothing as he approached her slowly.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer!” she yelled, “And stop with your bullshit. I’m not listening to anything you have to say. You’re not bodyguards, are you? You’re him – my stalker,” her breath was starting to come faster and faster and she was afraid she was going to hyperventilate.

“What?” Seth asked, looking honestly shocked at that, “Why would you think that? Ivory, we would never hurt you. We –”

“Just shut up! God, I can’t believe I fell for it. Three sexy men claiming to want me, claiming to feel things they’ve never felt before? I’m such an idiot. I deserve everything I get,” she let out a self-deprecating sound that was half laugh, half sob.

“Honey, just let us explain …” Ronan tried again. But she wasn’t falling for it. Not ever again.

“No! You’re not human. I saw you. You have fangs and claws and your eyes … You expect me to believe that’s just a coincidence?” she yelled, backing from the room, only to have the three of them mirror her step for step.

“What do you mean, coincidence?” Vaughn’s voice was low and held a distinct feline growl.

Ivory shivered as the sound rolled over her naked body, seeming to caress her every curve, stimulating nerves and provoking desires. She was truly losing it here. These men were liars. They had gained her trust, made her believe she was safe with them, only to be the ones who had terrified her in the first place. And on top of all that, she had allowed them to seduce her. While she had been basking in the warm fuzzies, they had no doubt been congratulating themselves on a job well done.

The betrayal nearly felled her. It hurt so much. It was the hurt rather than the anger that had her magic rising up, stripping the powerful glamour away. She felt her hair grow to her waist and watched as the brown strands quickly transformed from root to tip. Now no longer mousey brown, but a pure snow white and straight as a waterfall, the strands seemed to dance about her body as her power infused the room. She saw the men gasp in shock, their mouths hanging open as they took in the sight of her purple eyes, now sparking with barely contained magic.

She may have been scared of her stalker. She may have needed help. But that was only because she was alone and she didn’t want to reveal herself as the witch she was – not because she was powerless or weak. The permanent glamour she used to alter her features and hide her magic from other witches used a lot of energy. It had taken her months to perfect the spell and then weeks more to wield it. If she’d removed it in order to hunt down her stalker herself, it would have taken months again to manipulate, exposing herself and forcing her to move on. But she didn’t want to. She loved the little life she had carved out for herself here. But it seems her plans had been for naught because the very help she had begged for, was actually her enemy.

“Holy shit, Ivory!” Seth exclaimed, drawing her attention in his direction. She had never seen a more shell-shocked look on a person’s face in all her life.

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