in your blast wave at the battle.”
I watch the men carry the boxes of what I recognize as some of my things and set them on the floor beside the wall. My collection of cuddly unicorns, books, the edge of a scrap book I keep for memories.
“I’m sure it’s just temporary, and we’ll be very happy to remind you as you agreed to move in here with us.”
“I did?”
Morpheus nods. “As a liaison between your boss and us. In fact, you were only just moving your things in today, and we were going to welcome you properly.”
Conflicting emotions surge inside me. I’m a ball of tangled yarn that only becomes further twisted. This doesn’t feel right, yet I don’t know why.
The men share a taut silent look among themselves. It makes me wonder what emotion is written over my face.
Morpheus leaves his place beside me to stand, hands shoved deep into the pockets of black jeans. A pensive cloud hangs over him. I’m guessing my response isn’t what they were expecting.
“Do you love us, Robin?” Illusions questions, coming to sit on the edge of the mattress to gently take my hand in his. He radiates an aura of calm I haven’t seen him wield before. The light from the window giving his coppery locks flashes of honey gold.
There’s no hesitation to my answer. “Yes.”
“How much?”
“So deeply that I know I’m in trouble,” I admit, squeezing his fingers tenderly. “It’s like we fit together. That sounds so crazy, but that’s just how I feel about all three of you.”
“Then that’s all that matters,” Morpheus replies before he can say anymore. “Because the three of us love you. Every cell in my body is telling me we’re meant to be together. We’re a forever kind of thing. We want to be your favorite place to go when you’ve had a bad day. The ones you share all your secrets and dreams with. Life is so beautiful, so precious, and unpredictable we don’t want to waste it.” Morpheus descends into the recliner in the corner. “And I intend to chase a different high these days. Making you happy.”
Illusions leans over me, his mouth slamming down on mine, tongue shoving inside, startling me with his ferocity. He tastes of spice and smells like heaven, with the soft scent of sand and sun on his skin.
Whimpering, my arms wind around his neck, drawing him down on top of me.
Nightmares undresses quickly before closing in, crawling across the other side of the mattress toward us, his black eyes intent through the strands of his long blond hair. They strip away my own clothes without an ounce of protest from me. Hands claim my breasts, squeezing and teasing.
I can’t stop myself from writhing against them in silent invitation.
Taking Nightmares’ hand, I lace our fingers together, guiding him upward. Lips brushing a kiss over mine, his tongue sweeps inside to mate with my own. A guttural response of approval vibrates from his chest.
Illusions leaves us to shed his garments eagerly before re-joining us.
Nightmares holds my wrists firmly as Illusions explores with his mouth. He kisses my belly, moving downward over my hip bone, across the inside of my knee. Sweeping upward, licking, kissing, nibbling, he nuzzles my pussy with his nose. Legs parting without volition, I moan when his mouth fastens onto my clit. There’s no fear or reservations. After what Cupid did to me, I welcome the pleasure they give. Something sweeter, purer to cleanse away the mark he left on me.
I feel the heat of Morpheus’s gaze on me. His voyeurism just arouses me more. He waits and watches. With each new touch, I tie myself more tightly to them. Give myself freely. Wantonly.
When Illusions finally enters me, he does so slowly. Wet and ready as I am, I can’t help my frantic, little movements in my desire for him to fuck me.
“Please,” I beg, craving more.
Morpheus’s laughter from the other side of the room is laced with amusement. “So impatient. Nobody knows how dangerous you are until they see you as you are now…naked, hair messy, and the light of a billion stars burning so brightly in your eyes.” His accented voice is like an aphrodisiac.
Illusions ignores my plea. Instead he torments me with his slowness. Teasingly he presses forward inch by inch. Growling in frustration, my hands clench in Nightmares’ iron like grip.
Lips find my breast, fastening onto the nipple, teeth scraping the torrid peak.
Morpheus moves from his chair, hauling his t-shirt over his