Return to the Darkness - Ripley Proserpina Page 0,12

living in this house only has eyes for you. Aaron, Lacey here is having a hard time believing she’s a lucky pouque and that she isn’t about to turn into a goat.”

Aaron approached slowly. “That so? Maybe we should check. I’ve heard that really, really good sex is a great way to get a shapeshifter to shift.”

Sitting up further, Thorn winked at me. “I’ve heard that, too. Maybe she just needs two people to make her come at once. Maybe that will trigger the shift.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it. “Okay. Challenge accepted. Both of you make me come. If you can. Maybe you’re all talk and no action. You’re going to have to show, not tell.”

My hands shook, so I crossed my arms to hide it. Then I stood, turned my back on them, and made my way to the bedroom. If we were doing this, it wasn’t happening where anyone could walk in. What happened if the other guys showed up? Was I somehow supposed to manage four at one time?

I didn’t think I could. I was good, but not that good.

Aaron and Thorn padded behind me, their feet quiet on the stone floors. My mind was full of possibilities, and my stomach was full of butterflies. I didn’t want to mess up, or do something unsexy.

God. I hoped I could get out of my head enough to be good at this.

Someone grabbed me, swooping me up and tossing me over their shoulder. I caught sight of Thorn’s smile as Aaron flung me again, and I landed with an oof on the bed.

He came over me, smiling, propping himself on locked arms. As he studied me, the smile disappeared. “Nervous?”

I swallowed and held his gaze before I nodded. Yeah.

“It’s just us,” Thorn said from next to me.

I glanced over as Aaron knelt back on his heels. Approaching me, Thorn studied me like I’d up and leave. I wouldn’t. I wanted this. It was just a little out of my comfort zone.

“What do you need?” he asked.

Good question. How did they do this? How did they put everything aside and just feel? “Get me out of my head,” I said. “Don’t let me think too much.”

Aaron dove toward me, wrapped his hand gently around my throat, and kissed me. He didn’t give me a chance to breathe, let alone think. All I could taste was him. All I could feel were his lips moving against mine, his calloused hands rough, but not tight. He controlled the kiss, changed the angle and the depth of penetration until I was chasing after him. I fisted his shirt, pulling it up so I could put my hands on his skin.

Chills erupted under my fingertips as I dragged them around his waist to his back. He sucked in a breath, pulling away from me sharply.

Another hand gripped my chin. Thorn had joined us on the bed. His face was so close, as if he’d been waiting for his opportunity to appear.

As Aaron moved down my body, Thorn claimed my mouth. With some part of my brain, I registered the cool air on my hips and thighs. I thought I might have even helped Aaron, kicking free of my jeans and then underwear when they got to my ankles.

But then he did what I asked and got me out of my head. He went to my core and I arched off the bed, gasping into Thorn’s mouth. He pushed my bra aside to palm my breast and pinch my nipple. Holy hell.

What demon? What strange fae blood? All there was in this entire world was Aaron’s clever tongue circling my clit and Thorn stealing my breath.

Aaron was relentless. He kissed my clit, once and then again before he sucked on it. With a moan, he sucked harder. I was so wet. What was the best part of it? The pleasure was fantastic, that was for sure, but the fact that he was so turned on doing this. He jerked against the bed, again and again. Aaron might come in his pants, and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

Thorn palmed my breast. “That’s right, Lacey.” His voice was basically a whisper. “You’re ours. And this might be unconventional, this might not be how other people do things, but we are going to make you so happy. Fuck normal. You’re ours.” His smile was adoring as his gaze stroked over my face. “Feel what Aaron does to you? Feel how we both