Page 67 of Within the Flames
"Don't worry, I don't want a repeat ofthat."
"What?" Flint demanded.
"Nothing," Rónàn and Jared chorused.
Despite herself, a small giggle passed from Macey's lips.
Flint gave her a begging look but she shook her head.
"You don't want to know," Cam told him, a slight chuckle in his own voice.
Jared didn't wait for anyone else to say anything and leaned over Macey, pressing his lips against hers and taking her in a searing kiss. She fell back onto the bed, taking him with her, but only for a moment.
"I don't think so, Macey," he teased, drawing a hand down her clothed chest. "I think I want to watch."
She swallowed loudly hoping he was going to do what he promised. She didn't want to miss out on what he had in mind.
Jared shuffled away from her and rose to his feet. "Strip," he commanded.
She didn't hesitate to obey as his eyes raked over her, filling her with heat and fire unlike the one she felt when it was anger coursing through her body. She had to admit to much preferring this version of the flames.
"Good," Jared said, turning his back and grabbing one of the chairs littered around the room. He sat himself down so he was facing the bed, surveying her with greedy eyes. "Flint."
The command in his voice had tingles running up and down Macey's body. Whatever he had planned, she was ready and willing to do his bidding.
"Yes?" the wraith asked, clearly amused by the situation. Macey didn't care if he was, so long as he played along.
"Kiss her."
The words sunk in and it was all Macey could do not to whimper already. This was everything she'd ever fantasised about. Them in bed with her and Jared calling the shots. Controlling them. Demanding.
Flint obeyed instantly, caging her beneath him on the bed and lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her with unrestrained passion, teasing her completely. Macey bucked against him, pushing her naked body against his clothed one, his jeans scratching against her skin.
"More," she murmured into their kiss.
"All in good time, Macey," Jared answered from his chair. "Cam," he said firmly.
With Flint still kissing her, Macey had no idea what the other wraith would be doing but that only made the situation hotter. Not wanting to be the only one naked, her hands flew to Flint's shirt, tugging on the bottom and trying to pull it over his head.
"No, Macey, not yet," Jared chided. "You'll need to wait until I say so."
She didn't respond to him, knowing that wasn't what he wanted. This was no longer about just fun. It was a game of power. At least it was power she was willing to give him. To give them.
"Flint," Jared said. "time to move."
His weight left her body and it was all she could do not to grab fistfuls of his shirt and pull him back to her. There was something intoxicating about the idea of having him so near. All of them.
"On your hands and knees, Macey. Don't open your eyes." There was an edge to Jared's voice she'd only heard a time or two before. It sent tingles through her, winding her up tighter as she realised the control he had. Jared's incubus nature would be feeding heavily from this, she was sure of that, and it would make him all the more powerful for it. She couldn't say she minded. It was intoxicating.
Hands rested on her back, smoothing over the skin as they touched too softly. She wanted it harder. She wanted it faster. Most of all, she wanted it now.
"I've been dreaming of this moment, Macey. Of being able to see you with others. Participating is even better, but there's something about getting to watch you taken by multiple men."
His words sent thrills through her as another set of hands touched her legs.
"Rónàn."
She didn't need to hear the rest of Jared's instructions to know the selkie had moved next to her head. His hand rested on top of her hair and a soft sea breeze scent assailed her nose. This was what it meant to be with them. Water, Fire, Earth and Wind. Even if Rónàn wasn't a Warden, he was one of them.
