Phantom of the Library - Lidiya Foxglove Page 0,84

we were all turning in, the moon was full, and I knew Jake and Jasper had to be feeling frisky and sleepless. Then I had my two incubi, as devastatingly gorgeous as ever. Just the sight of them made me feel sparks like the first time we’d ever met, every damn time.

“Byron…” He was going to go to bed alone. Usually full moon nights were for the wolves. “I’ve been thinking…I want another baby.”

I turned to Jake and Jasper. “And I want us all to be together. I think I might need…you know…a lot of stimulation…”

“Tonight?” Graham sounded a little wary, but that was just his old human side popping up. He was looking at me like he was already ready to tear my clothes off. “A baby?”

“Yes. If you agree.”

“You don’t need to ask,” Byron said. “As I told you all those years ago, whenever—and if ever—you are ready.”

“I’m ready. And I think it’s a pretty romantic night to start trying.”

“I don’t think trying will be necessary,” Byron said. “If I want to get you pregnant, you can set your clock starting tonight. One of the perks of being on a higher level than everyone else…”

“Oh, well, we must nearly be gods ourselves because it didn’t take us long either,” Jasper said.

“No competitions tonight,” I said. “Just…cooperation. I mean, I know what’s involved here.”

“We’ll make it pleasurable,” Byron said. “But you’re right…foreplay is needed. That’s never been a challenge, has it? I hope you can still handle a night without sleep at your age.”

“At my age? You’re one to talk, old ghost…”

Byron laughed. “You know, sometimes I forget I was a ghost for a while.”

To conceive a demigod or demigoddess who could watch over the Way of Paths, Byron and Graham had to climax inside me in demon form, within moments of each other. Considering how big Byron was, he usually went pretty gently with me, but that would be hard in this case, and then Graham would have to come too before I got a break.

“I see that look on your face,” Byron said. “But by the time we get there, you’ll be begging for it.”

“Oh, really?”

“Have we ever lied when we said you’d be begging for it?”

“I have to admit, the answer is no.”

“It’s our twentieth anniversary anyway,” Jasper said. “So it’s about the journey, not the destination. Maybe we should recreate every sex act we’ve ever done…”

I laughed. “Well, we don’t have that long.”

Byron pulled me into the bedroom. We didn’t turn on the lights, but moonlight streamed in the tall windows and gave their skin a beautiful cast, the tans of too much outdoor labor softened by the bluish romance of the full white sphere. It softened all the little wrinkles that popped up over the last twenty years too. Of course, they were all as handsome as ever to me, and if I dared to suggest I might not be as beautiful as I was when we met, they shut me up fast.

I opened the buttons of Byron’s dress shirt even as Jasper unzipped my dress and Graham pulled down the edge of my panties. Soon our clothes were just a pile that looked as entangled as we would soon be, and Jake pulled down the braids that I wore heavy and coiled on my head. I had grown them out very long since my trip into the past; it felt like my one vain nod to my royal past, a crown of my own making. He grabbed my comb off the bedside table and ran it through the strands to settle them from the braids, and I sighed.

They were all beginning with gentle, almost tentative caresses, not yet touching the most intimate places of my body but stirring the skin of my shoulders and arms, back and stomach. My hands were kissed, and my ears, and my neck.

I shut my eyes. I always knew whose hand was whose, and whose mouth, but sometimes I loved to let it all blend together, to feel all the hard work and the small worries of the day collapse against their touch.

I let them worship me for a few minutes before I began to return the favor and touch them back, now shifting to the different and equal pleasure of feeling their warm skin and their hard bodies, of pulling them all closer, meeting their mouths with my own and enjoying the way they each tasted different and equally delicious. As I kissed them, and the kisses