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Authors: R. G. Alexander

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Chapter Ten

Brandon was kissing her the way she loved. Hungrily. Desperately. It was making it almost impossible for her to concentrate. But as much as she wanted him, she wanted this.

You’ll have us both.

Conceal
, she shouted in her mind, focusing on tinting that window Shev had told her about. Blacking it out completely.
Conceal.

She lifted her hand off of Brandon’s shoulder when the palm began to burn, still tangling her tongue with his, still loving his taste.

“You did it.” Ram sounded pleased but still a little angry. Still determined. “The circle is closed around us. No one can watch as you let him take you again like the rough beast that he is. No one but me, of course.”

Aziza moaned, distressed and aroused at the same time. Dizzy with drink and desire. She looked at her hand, seeing the circle filled with black in her palm. Just like the hourglass. It showed her she had succeeded. They were hidden…until the darkness disappeared.

The knowledge that she had that power was heady. She could do whatever she pleased, with whomever she pleased, and no one would know. Anything she wanted. They couldn’t control her.

Why had she listened to Ram? She should stop this. Tell Brandon Ram was here. The beautiful Jinn with emerald eyes and skin like silk was here, watching them. Wanting to join in.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Ram spoke as Brandon lowered his head to her neck. She watched the Jinn strip out of his clothes—the T-shirt and jeans he’d worn, as if trying to fit in with the other men—revealing the flawless body she remembered as her sexy giant bit her flesh. “But if you tell him he
will
leave. He won’t do what he’s doing now. Won’t suck your breast into his mouth through your bra. You can feel his teeth, can’t you? Even through the fabric. He’s hungry for you. Rabid, one might say.”

Ram moved closer and pressed his lips against her temple. “You’re angry with me, but you still want me, Aziza. Even as you give yourself to him, you remember what it felt like the first time I touched you. Judge me all you want, but you, little Fireborne, are the one who can’t make up her mind. It’s okay. You can have us both and he’ll never have to know. It will be our secret.”

Brandon lifted his head, his eyes gold with need, and inhaled sharply. “I think that Jinn is nearby.”

“I don’t care,” she spoke swiftly, her hands reaching between them to undo his belt clumsily. “Do you? I need this, Brandon. I need you inside me. I want to see you go wild, Wolf.”

“You’re drunk,” he groaned. “And you don’t know what you’re asking. You’ll hate me again in the morning.”

“Really drunk.” Aziza licked her lips. “So you better make this good. If I’m going to regret something, I may as well go all the way.”

She was talking about more than sex with Brandon. She was actually thinking about it. Both of them touching her. Both of them taking her.

He would never forgive her.

Brandon doesn’t have to know.

“All the way?” Brandon asked her, the heat from his skin enveloping her in his scent.

She sent him what she hoped was a coy smile. “Right here. On the ground. On all fours. Any way you want it.”

She saw it then—the need that swept over him, the change from Brandon the gentleman to Brandon the sexy, stalking giant. She noticed the fine tremor of his muscles and the sweat gleaming on his skin, and she wanted to taste it. Taste him. 

“Do it then, my shocking Aziza. Get on your hands and knees for me. Show me how much you want it.”

With her shirt ripped and bra and jeans still on, Aziza complied. Then Brandon was behind her, spreading her legs…and Ram was kneeling in front of her, completely naked.

“You’ve done it, Aziza. You’ve said just the right things to make the animal wild for you.” Ram stroked his long cock slowly, hypnotically in front of her. “I hope you can handle what he’s about to give you. What you’ve begged for. They are not known for gentle passion. But you like that about him, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned defiantly, looking over her shoulder to see Brandon removing his shirt and pushing his jeans to his knees. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I intend to.” He growled and reached around her to undo her jeans and tug them over her hips and down her thighs. “And this time I won’t have to stop.” He held up the condom package for her to see.

She smiled. “Are werewolves always so overconfident?”

“I had hope,” he grunted, positioning her and sliding his fingers between her legs. “Even when I couldn’t smell this—your sweet, wet juices telling me how much you need me inside you—I hoped.”

She didn’t want it between them. Didn’t want anything between them. “You don’t have to use that, you know. Not this time.”

He stilled behind her, his fingers slowing their exploration of her wet sex. “I told you—”

She wiggled her hips and arched her back to push her ass higher in the air. “There are other ways.”

The rumbling in his chest started low, but swiftly grew louder. He knew what she was offering. Wanted it as much as she did.

“Shameless Aziza,” Ram groaned. “You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist that. Will you tell him what I already know about you? What a bad girl you really are? How I watched as you allowed a handsome stranger to fill your virgin ass with a thick plug and spank you with that sweet little pain stick until you begged for mercy? Will you tell him how much you enjoy being spanked as well as being fucked in the ass? Or do you think he’d be upset that he’s not the only one?”

“Oh God.” What was wrong with her? Ram’s words should have shamed her. Should have given her pause. Should have made her angry that he’d invaded her privacy. But all they did was turn her on. Make her more impatient for Brandon. “Please.”

“Yes.” Brandon took his hand away and gripped her hips, his cock pushing inside her swollen sex with a power that made her shout.

“Brandon.”

“So wet,” he growled. “And tight. But not as tight as this perfect ass will be. Are you sure, Aziza?” He pumped inside her, and all she could do was dig her fingers into the ground beneath her and moan. “Tell me that I didn’t misunderstand. Tell me you want me there. Fucking you
there
. Shock me again.”

“Yes,” she cried. “You feel so good inside me, Brandon. I never want you to stop. But I want more. I want that big thick cock in my ass. Want you to give me every inch. Make me take it. I want you to fuck me so hard I’ll ache for days. Feel you for days.”

“Aziza,”
Brandon groaned, pounding his hips so hard against her now she could hear the sounds of slapping skin above the pounding of blood in her veins, feel the force of it jarring her bones.

He pulled out with obvious difficulty, his thighs pressed against hers, shaking with restraint. Aziza took a slow, deep breath, ready for what came next, longing for it, when hard, masculine fingers gripped her chin.

Ram.

She blinked rapidly, looking up at him and seeing a blindingly beautiful avenging god. Aroused and angry.

“You give it all to him without hesitation, don’t you? He kidnaps you, hides the truth of what he is and you still bend over and beg for it. Beg for him.” Ram licked his tightened lips, his dark lashes shielding his gemlike gaze. “Tell me, have you taken him in your mouth as well? Have you sucked the cur’s
big thick
cock?”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” The head of Brandon’s thick shaft, wet with her arousal, had pushed through the tight ring of muscles and she gasped, looking directly at Ram.
“Yes.”

Ram held her chin and guided his erection to her mouth, gliding it lightly over her lips. “I let you have the power in our last encounter to give you the chance to awaken what was inside you. I see now that may have been a mistake. Open your mouth.”

She groaned as Brandon powered deeper inside her ass, stretching her so sweetly, his moans of pleasure telling her he was lost in it. Lost in her. It felt so good. “Oh, Brandon.
Fuck.

Ram’s erection slipped between her lips, silencing her. “Jinn females are used to positions of power, but then you are only part Jinn, aren’t you? I can see you prefer to be on your knees.
Show me.
Show me what you did to him, my dirty Aziza with those big, innocent sapphire eyes. Show me how that sensual mouth can suck
my
cock.”

Drunk. Drunk on them. A dark desire swelled inside her, one that could only be quenched by obeying. By giving them both what they wanted. She closed her eyes and let herself feel it. All of it. Her mouth widening to take Ram inside until he hit the back of her throat. He tasted of exotic spices and magic.

Smokeless fire.

Brandon cupped her shoulder with one hand, still gripping her hip with the other as he filled her. Every nerve in her body was alive with sensation. Burning.
Burning.

Ram held her head and thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth. Taking it without hesitation. Demanding it. “By the soul of our mother you
are
good, little Fireborne.
Ah
, that wicked tongue, and such a greedy mouth. You would take more if you could, wouldn’t you? You’d let me fuck you if you could get away with it. If your hero, Brandon, wouldn’t find out? Tell me how you enjoy my party tricks now.”

The sensation of fingers entering her sex and another set of hands squeezing her breasts with skill and seduction had her crying out against Ram’s flesh in surprise. 

His laugh was breathless. “You would. Is this the kind of experience you truly craved, Aziza? Alone in your room when you dreamt up your bucket list, did you imagine this? Imagine being filled in every way possible? Touched by more than one man?”

“Fuck, Aziza,” Brandon shouted. “I’ve never—
son of a bitch
,
I need you to come. I need you to because I don’t know how much longer I can last. It’s too good.”

“Let’s give the Enforcer what he needs,” Ram groaned. “While I take everything I want right from under his fucking nose.”

Too much. Ram and Brandon were both inside her, their thrusts coming faster and faster. So close. Too much. When she tried to move her mouth away from Ram’s erection, struggling for breath, he tugged her hair sharply in instinctive denial. After a moment’s hesitation he released her, taking himself in hand but leaving the fingers pumping inside her. Countering Brandon’s rhythm. Driving her insane.

“Brandon, please. I can’t—yes.” She lowered her forehead to the ground as the waves began to crash over her. Boiling up inside her and spilling out in cries of agonizing pleasure. “I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming.”

She was coming, drowning, gasping for one last, perfect breath before she soared. This is what Brandon did for her, she realized. Made her feel like she could fly.

Brandon and Ram.

“Damn, baby.
Fuck.
” Brandon growled.
“Aziza.”

She could feel his orgasm filling her, the warmth turning to scalding heat that burned everything in its path. She wasn’t on fire.
She was the fire.

A shout of surprise and the relief from the thick pressure inside her made her open her eyes. She saw blue-white flames flicking in front of her eyes. She raised herself up and looked down at her arms, wondering shakily why her clothing hadn’t caught on fire. She could see a lone piece of straw smoldering on the ground beside her, hear the worried whinnies of the horses.

She was on fire. All of her. The flames surrounded her body and she turned to look up into Brandon’s pale face with pleading eyes. “I need Shev. Please, can you go get her for me?”

“What can I do? Does it hurt?”

Brandon started to reach for her but she shook her head. “No, but I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered. “I need Shev.”

He nodded, pulling up his pants as he started to walk away. He hesitated at the door and turned to look at her. “Aziza, I don’t pretend to understand what’s happening to you, but I need you to know that I don’t care. I mean, of course I do but… What I mean is that I’m crazy abou—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, turning away from him. “Don’t say it, Brandon. Just go.”

There was a moment’s pause as if he wanted to respond, but then she heard him begin to run, leaving his motorcycle by the stable as he raced toward the house on foot.

“Good riddance.” Ram’s voice broke the silence. “Now I can help you. You have my earring, Aziza. You can use it to focus. To put out the flames.”

She raised both hands and undid the clasp of the emerald earring he’d made for her, tossing it on the ground at his feet.

“Aziza?” It was the first time Ram had sounded truly unsure since she’d met him. He should be. The way she was feeling right now, she wasn’t sure of herself.

Hot air balloons
.
The woman flying through the air. Balancing against impossible odds.
She focused on that calming memory again and instantly felt the flames begin to die down. Maybe it was finally happening. The knowledge in her blood. She just had to trust it. Accept it.

“Aziza, talk to me. I won’t tell him I was here if that’s what—”

She silenced him with a look. “You used me. Again.”

“What?”

She stood, unashamedly pulling up her underwear and jeans, already missing the feel of Brandon inside her.

Ram inside her.

She pulled her shirt together and tied the pieces in a knot with a sigh. “To get what you wanted, you used me. Just like the first time. It took me a minute to realize it, but I did. This wasn’t about wanting me at all. It was about him.”

She wouldn’t lie to herself and say she hadn’t been more turned on than she’d ever imagined. That his aggression hadn’t woken something dark inside her. It had. Only she wasn’t sure she liked it. She didn’t like taking what she wanted in secret. Lying. And she knew she didn’t like
why
it happened.

“You’re wrong.” His voice was raw. Intense. “It is
all
about you. It always was. Before I was assigned to you, when I heard your Qarin’s ‘Ode to the Precious One’, read the works you inspired,
I knew I had to see you. Be near you. I never even told Shev becau—”

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