moon and the stars. He held me like I was nothing, a pillow maybe. How? I had no idea.
Demon muscles.
That was the only explanation.
"Um, this is a little awkward. I feel like my ass is hanging out," I mumbled into the night air.
Casper ducked around. "It is, and it looks amazing. Fuck, you're sexy as hell."
I could feel Magnus watching me, just like I had had felt him watching me when I was on the dance floor, and when I didn't say anything, he didn't move to cover me. A blush flooded my cheeks and as much as I wanted my skirt to be tucked into Magnus's grip as well, I actually felt sexy for the first time in a long time with Casper's eyes on me like that. I could feel my lower lips flush with blood as I fought the attraction I felt to both of them. Was going back to my place a bad idea? I might not be able to keep my hands off them if we weren't in public.
"Which way, my lady?" Magus asked, his voice a sexy growl just above my head.
I began directing them toward the bake shop. Other than that, our trip was quiet, with the occasional groan coming from Casper when he looked down at my thong-clad ass that was waving in the breeze.
"Buttercup's Bake Shop?" Magnus murmured as we got close. "This is yours?"
"Yep. My own little slice of the American Pie, whatever that means," I replied as he gently set me down. I wasn't a small girl, I had rolls, my thighs and arms jiggled with the best of them, my belly was soft and rounded, as my mother would say; I sampled my own goods too much. Her nickname of hummingbird, the one she used to make me feel bad about myself, fit me perfectly. I loved sugary treats. I couldn't help it. And sugary treats did not lead to a tiny waist, or a low BMI, which was bullshit, I might add. Magnus hadn't struggled in the slightest though. The man, demon, wasn't even out of breath.
Demon muscles.
And demon stamina?
My mind tripped and fell down a dirty, filthy rabbit hole. If he could lift me...imagine the possibilities. And I was. Right there, on the step of my store while they stared at me. Thinking about them fucking me had been a bad idea. Now I didn't want to hear any of this mate bullshit, I just wanted them naked and, preferably, inside me, or each other, I could always watch.
I slipped my key in the lock and as soon as we entered, I locked it behind us and entered the alarm code on the wall panel. "I live upstairs," I said, before leading them back through the kitchen and up the small set of stairs to my apartment.
As soon as we walked in my gaze landed on the lavender colored book with almost naked men on the cover. I walked over and picked it up before they could see it. The last thing I needed was for them to judge me on my reading habits.
The dishes that had been piling up were slightly embarrassing, but I couldn't bring myself to care, as I walked into the kitchen and filled the water tank of the coffee maker. Once it was brewing, and the magic dark liquid was dripping happily into the carafe, I turned to face the guys.
"So, I'm your mate?" I asked, not really knowing how else to start the conversation.
They both nodded.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Shifters know. As soon as they see their mate, they know. It's like a puzzle piece falling into place. As soon as I saw you, it took everything I had not to pin you to the wall and take those luscious lips of yours," Casper said.
"Maybe you're just horny?" I shrugged.
"No, it's very specific. Shifters don't want anyone else, never will, once the mating bond falls into place, unless it gets broken for some reason, but that's incredibly painful for everyone involved."
"And you? I didn't know demons could have mates?"
"Um, this is weird to explain, but just bear with me. I have a piece of Casper's soul inside me. Since he's your mate, the part of his soul inside me makes me your mate too."
"But if you didn't have a soul...would we still be mates?" I asked, trying to mask the disappointment I felt.
"No, but only because demons don't have mates like shifters do. I'd still want you, and want