When the Starrs Align (4 page)

She didn’t bother asking them about disease. She could smell their clean health thanks to her feline sensibilities, which were oddly active.

“So where should we—
Warrick
.” She huffed out a breath as he lifted her over his shoulder and carried her down the hall into a large bedroom with a bed built for giants. She didn’t get a chance to touch his tight, biteable ass because he tossed her on the bed. She’d barely caught her breath before he positioned himself on the bed between her legs.

Then all she could do was moan while he did indeed demonstrate why she should say
yes
to anything at all they wanted to do to her.

Chance watched as his brother finally took what they’d both been dying to. An intimate taste of Regan Riley. The missing piece of the puzzle. It was as if someone had thrown a switch, and every nerve ending in his brain and body and magic came to life. He could feel her, deep inside, the way he once had that first time he’d laid eyes on her.

As a young girl of ten, she’d been so sweet and innocent, a hint of the beauty she’d one day become. But to see her like this, her head back, her body flush with arousal while her legs spread wide for the powerful man between them…

“Oh God. Warrick, yes.
More
,” she breathed.

The carnal need starkly outlined on her face riveted him in place. Until Warrick mentally nudged him. They needed an all-out, full-on seduction if they had any hope of convincing Regan to give them more than one night. Fortunately, the chemistry between her and them went both ways.

“I’m coming. Oh yes.
Yes
,” she cried and shuddered under Warrick’s talented tongue.

They’d spent years perfecting their talents. Warrick drove women crazy with his mouth. But Chance had other skills.

He moved in, not wanting to give Regan an opportunity to change her mind. He still couldn’t believe he’d had the fortitude earlier to accept Warrick untying her, giving her a chance to escape.

Not now. Not any longer. He joined them on the bed, so hard he ached to fuck her. Warrick moved back and slid a finger inside her.

“She’s tight. And fucking hot,” Warrick growled, his eyes alight with a glowing green at their centre. Interesting. Chance wasn’t sure what it meant, but knowing he had to have her soon or he’d explode, he put his mouth to her breast and sucked the taut nipple, worrying it with tender bites until she was writhing once more.

He turned his attention to her other breast while Warrick continued to play with her.

“I feel so good. So incredibly high right now,” she said on a moan.

Then, to his shock, he swore he heard a low rumble—a purr.

“Oh man. I’m so close to coming. I need to be inside her,”
Warrick sent him.

“Me too. Let me taste that pussy.”

He felt Warrick’s grin. Warrick paused and switched places with him.

Chance put his mouth over her slick core, and the taste of her sent shivers down his spine. So sweet, and all theirs. He didn’t know how he knew, but the sense of possession lingered over her like a dollop of cream. Light and frothy but definitely there.

He added a finger, and this time when she moaned, he heard his and Warrick’s names on her lips.

“Yeah, sweet. That’s it. Let us take you.”

“In me. Fill me up. I’m empty,” she said and stared out at him through slitted eyes, the glow of energy in their depths mesmerising. “No, Warrick. I want you in my mouth.”

Warrick moaned, “
Fuck me.
”

“I plan to,” she rasped.

Chance pulled her to the end of the bed then moved to the floor and positioned himself between her legs. Warrick didn’t waste any time, scooting to straddle her neck. A second later, she did something that made him groan.

“I’m gonna come so hard. Baby, if you don’t want to swallow, tell me soon.”

No longer able to see her face with his brother there, Chance edged into her warmth and pushed. Slick from having come once, she gloved him in one tight, wet grip.

“
Shit.
I’m not gonna last either. Oh God. Regan.” He couldn’t stop himself from fucking her harder.

By the sounds Warrick made, his brother felt just fine as well. Chance wanted her to ripple around him, to share in wave after wave of lust and affection and magic.

He rubbed her clit while he fucked her, and she moaned around his brother’s cock.

“That’s it. All of me.
Yes, yes!
” Warrick shouted as he came.

Not able to hold off, Chance prayed he’d given her the second climax he’d promised before he jetted into her.
By the blood.
She tensed and shivered just as he lost his mind and emptied inside her.

The orgasm shook him to the bone. Lights danced in the room. Real sparks of magic and energy wove through the dim light in their bedroom to brighten the space with fireworks.

Warrick moved off her and lay back on the bed.

Not wanting to but knowing he should, Chance withdrew and left to fetch a washcloth. He returned to see her lying next to his brother, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He fitted the cloth between her legs and cleaned her, satisfied to know he’d left a part of him inside her. His seed and his magic. And she’d accepted him.

Warrick too had given her more than just his physical essence, but an unspoken pledge of fealty, should she ever call on it. Chance wondered if she could sense the ties that had formed in this room, or if her bound witch magic left her unable to experience such a sharing.

After he tossed the cloth aside, he joined her on the bed. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah,” Warrick murmured.

“Not you. Regan?”

She sighed and turned to hug him. “That was absolutely incredible. I don’t think I can move.”

“So don’t.” Warrick spooned behind her, holding her between them. “Let’s take a breather. I’m not sure I convinced you yet to let us apologise.”

She laughed and started purring again. Chance kissed her while Warrick stroked her back. And soon the sound lulled them into a light doze.

* * * *

He woke some time later, the room black except for the streams of moonlight coming through the curtains.

Something warm and wet engulfed his cock, and he left himself open to the experience, no safeguards or wards to stop this dream. If it was in fact a dream.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “You taste good.”

He thrust up into Regan’s mouth, not having expected her to take control.

Warrick, never a sound sleeper, moved around Regan and propped her up on her knees. Then without missing a beat, his brother thrust home and started fucking her.

“Oh yeah.” Chance groaned. “Do that again, Warrick. She sucks harder when you fuck her like that. All…fierce. Shit. I’m so hard. Please tell me I’m awake.”

“You’re awake,” Warrick said, his voice like gravel. “Because my dreams are never this good.”

Between them, Regan worked him with her mouth while teasing Warrick with her pussy. He tried to hold out, but she’d woken him out of a sexy dream with that tongue, and he’d been dying to have her for years.

“Swallow it all up. Oh yeah. Coming,” he managed and poured down her throat. Like a good kitty, she licked while purring. Then she sucked him dry before letting him go.

Then Warrick bellowed and released into her, clutching her hips like a lifeline. He didn’t withdraw when finished, but eased a hand under her to rub her clit. She fucked herself with his cock, rocking back onto him while she stared at Chance. He’d never seen anything so erotic.

And when she closed her eyes and shuddered, her rapture once again lit the room in bursts of vibrant colour.

“So fucking good,” Warrick rasped as he shoved deep once more.

To Chance’s surprise, his brother came again—he felt the link between them go taut as Warrick’s magic was pulled once more.

They’d had their share of sex over the years, but never had the union been one of more than body. This…whatever it was with Regan had them all reacting to each other on a deeper, more intense level.

This time when they all three collapsed to the bed, they fell into an immediate sleep. Chance had a few bad moments when he thought she might leave him, but the soft press of her lips to his chest eased him from the nightmares encroaching with the blood moon.

* * * *

Regan woke the next day pleasantly sore in places that hadn’t seen use in more than a year. Not that she’d been celibate since leaving Darkton, but she’d been all of sixteen when she’d left. And in the ten years since, only a small handful of men had ever measured up to her standards.

Her last relationship had ended a year and a half ago. The fun had lasted until he’d grown clingy, and by then the sex had long since passed its shelf life.

Had she ever seen stars before during sex? Stars from the Starrs.

The funny thought had her chuckling and she looked around her for her new lovers, who had disappeared. Lovers. With an S. Plural.
Didn’t see that one coming either.

Chance walked into the room wearing a towel around his lean waist that did nothing but show off his sculpted body. “Good morning, sweet. Hungry?”

“Is that a euphemism for sex or are you going to feed me before I leave?”

Chance frowned. “Leave?”

“Well, uh, yeah. You have less than two weeks until the blood moon. From all I’ve heard about this big ceremony, you and Warrick have a ton of preparation to do.”

He grinned. “Oh. That.”

“Yeah.” She glanced around. “Where’s the dark brooding one? Off scaring children and kicking puppies?”

He laughed. “I always loved that about you. Your sense of humour.”

“You did?”

“Sweetheart, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, Warrick and I had a serious case of the hots for you back in the day. It was bad when you were just a kid and we were older. But then you hit your stride in high school, and we lost our minds.” He sat on the bed beside her, all that gorgeous muscle just begging to be stroked. “We really are sorry about everything.”

“Even Leo?” she teased, seeing his guilt and still shocked to know it existed.

“Well, not him. He’s such a little shit. Even now, he’s strutting around town brokering to be mayor.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Rumour has it he’s been hitting up your dad for support. Everyone knows what a big influence Phil has in town.”

“Not as much as your parents.”

He made a face. “Yeah, about that. My mom is on her way over in another hour. And I need you to—”

The thought of facing Lisabeth Starr after banging both her sons didn’t sit well. At all.

Regan rolled out of bed and searched for her clothes. She found her bag—that she hadn’t brought yesterday—sitting on top of a dresser.

“Stop. Just stop.”

She ignored Chance and grabbed a handful of clothes, then walked to the source of steam entering the bedroom. Before she could reach it, a giant gaping black hole appeared in the bedroom, from which Warrick stepped out wielding a sword as long as his arm. He wore a pair of black leather pants and nothing else, and had scratches and blood tracing down his chest, arms and in two spots, on his neck.

“Warrick?”

“Fucking vamps. I
hate
fangers.” Warrick scowled and a darkness hazed over him while the portal behind him closed. Then he blinked at Regan, and the darkness lifted. “Hey, you’re up.” He smiled.

That pleased grin, so opposed to the venomous expression of death he’d just shown, shook her and she took a step back, clutching her clothes like a lifeline.

“Seems to me you two need a shower. Take one—conserve water,” Chance recommended, and took the sword Warrick handed him.

“Good idea.” Warrick nodded to the bathroom. “Ladies first.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Of getting fucked or cleaned, yeah. You pick.”

Seeing him sweaty, bloody and battle-hardened was a turn-on, no question. But the thought of his mother soon coming… “The shower.”

“Spoilsport.”

His sad face nearly had her reconsidering.

The brisk shower gave her no time to think about anything but getting clean. When Warrick had a mission, he went all out. He washed her hair, lathered up her body—lingering on her breasts—and tenderly saw to her lady parts. Such gentle care from a man sporting healing vampire wounds.

Vampires—a common enemy fought by mages and shifters alike. The undead were nothing like the romanticised fictional versions. They looked human enough but were super-pale. Their eyes, though—it was like looking into hell, that oblivion tempered with hunger. And their bright fangs usually dripped with blood and flesh as they dug into anything with skin.

She let the water run over them both, soaping up his hair and rinsing it before she asked, “What the hell, Warrick? Since when can you open doorways to other places? The teleporting thing shook me yesterday. But this? Does anyone know you can do that?”

“Just Chance. And you.”

She thought about that. “Where did you go?”

His menacing smile shouldn’t have had her eager to get to her knees and blow him, yet it did. “To another world where might makes right. I practise fighting there, so I’m ready to protect us here. Besides, Chance and I made a home there. A safe place where we can go to escape when everything gets to be too much.”

“Wait. Another world?”

“One that could use a pair of warlocks.” He paused. “One that could use a good shapeshifter too.”

She gaped. “Are you serious?”

“Did you talk to Chance today?”

“Yes.”

He blew out a breath. “And?”

“And I don’t want to stick around to meet your mother. I’m sorry, but I’ve never liked that woman.”

“Oh.”

“You sound disappointed. I don’t mean to talk badly about her, but she’s always treated me like a bug underfoot.”

“Join the club.” He snorted. “The thing to realise about Lisabeth Starr is that though she considers that she married beneath herself when she hitched to my dad, she loves him more than anything. To that end, she loves us as well, as extensions of him.”

“Bummer.”

“Tell me about it. We’re twins, and so we’re important. We have a shitload of magic, and that makes her look good. So yeah, she’s been trying to pair us up with a suitable witch for years.”