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  My knees spread, and he stepped closer into the gap I’d just created, pressing hard to my already throbbing center. Pulling back from my lips a fraction, he dipped his head to watch as his hands moved up my body once more, this time finding my breasts and gently palming them.

  Oh my God, he's trying to kill me.

  My breath caught in a gasp as he lightly, infuriatingly, teased at my nipples, and I tilted my head back, giving his mouth access to my neck. Seeming to read my mind, his lips closed over the skin of my throat, teeth brushing me lightly as he dragged his mouth lower, then lower, then grabbed one of my tight, hard nipples in his gentle teeth.

  “Caleb,” I moaned, not entirely sure what I was trying to say, but thankfully he didn't let up what he was doing. Fuck me, it felt amazing.

  “Mmmm?” he asked, his mouth still on my sensitive flesh, and the vibration sent shivers of pleasure radiating through me. Lips on one breast and fingers on the other, he slipped his free hand lower to part my already wet folds and ever so lightly stroke my throbbing clit.

  Desperately, I grabbed at the hem of his shirt, yanking it up and dislodging his body from mine only long enough to pull it off before he went right back to what he had been doing, thank fuck. With him occupied, driving me to near insanity, I made quick work of his belt and fly, roughly pushing the offensive fabric out of the way so that I could even out the clothing score between us. His belt buckle clinked as it hit the tiles, and he kicked his pants out of the way, leaving him just as gloriously naked as I was, and I pushed him back a step.

  “What?” he panted, his lips deliciously red and swollen as he stared at me with hungry eyes.

  “Just give me a minute,” I grinned, leaning back on my hands and taking in the sight of him. He hadn't been lying all those months ago when he told me he had more tattoos than just the one I had seen on his side. They were all stunning and highlighted his incredible, muscular body perfectly.

  “Enjoying the view, Kitty Kat?” he purred, like the shithead he was. My gaze had just dropped low enough that I was now perusing his impressive dick, standing straight up as though begging for my attention.

  “Maybe,” I smirked. “But I think I need a closer look…” Sliding off the counter, I dropped to my knees in front of him and grasped his rigid shaft in my hand. A shocked noise gasped from him, and he stared down at me with wide eyes.

  “Kitty Kat, you don't—” His words cut off as I licked up the length of his cock, then slid the head inside my mouth. “Oh fuck.”

  My tongue rolled over his silky skin, and the sound of his moan made me almost smile. Keeping a grip on his shaft, I sucked lightly, scraping my teeth just the tiniest bit down his length as I took more of him into my mouth. Pulling back, then taking more on the next down thrust. The sound of his whispered curses spurred me on, and he tangled his hands in my freshly brushed hair, holding my head and indicating a pace that he liked.

  My other hand was clasping one of his tight ass cheeks, and I used that control to pull him in deeper, making him groan loudly and pull back. His cock slipped from my mouth with a wet pop as he tugged me back to my feet and reclaimed my lips in a crushing kiss, our tongues both fighting for dominance while his hard length pressed against my stomach and my folds throbbed with heat. Already, I could feel the wet slickness of my own arousal on my thighs, and it only made me want more.

  “Damn, girl,” he muttered when he finally released my mouth. “I swear you will be the death of me.” Not disagreeing, because I could have said the same about him, I grinned wickedly and ran my nails down his back, not lightly but not hard enough to draw blood.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, his head tilting back, and I used the opportunity to seal my mouth onto the bend of his neck, which was as far as I could reach in bare feet.

  “Caleb,” I whispered as his hands roamed my body in return. “Quit teasing. I need you.”

  “Need me to do what, Kitty Kat?” He smirked, bringing his face back down to kiss me again.

  “I need you,” I panted, between toe-curling kisses, “in me. Now.”

  His mouth curved into a smile against mine, and his hard dick twitched between us.

  “Well, when you ask so nicely…” He grasped my waist once more in his huge hands and spun me back to face the mirror. “Seems unfair for you not to enjoy the view as well.”

  Palming my breasts once more, he rolled my nipples between his fingers while his hot, heavy, cock rested against my ass. The mirror was still fogged up from my shower, but I could still clearly make out our forms, and the added visual made me quiver with anticipation.

  “Please,” I begged, planting my hands on the counter and pushing backwards in encouragement. Not needing any further urging, Caleb grasped his dick in his hand and lined up from behind, then pushed in firmly and dragged a low moan from me. He made it halfway inside, then pulled out briefly before surging in the rest of the way with a sexy groan. The instant feeling of fullness was incredible, and I was already so wet that there was no need to take things slow until I adjusted to his considerable girth. Instead I pushed back onto him, urging him to move. Obliging, he thrust in and out firmly, confidently, while his hands gripped my hips tight. Panting hard, I dropped my head low, my wet hair falling forward like a curtain and brushing against the sink.

  After only seconds, Caleb released one of my hips and gathered up my hair in his hand, pulling gently to bring my face back up to the mirror.

  “I want you,” he gasped, “to keep watching.” His sexy green eyes bored into mine in the mirror where the fog had begun to fade, and my pussy clenched hard around his cock. He kept his firm hold on my hair and maintained his intense eye contact with me as he pumped in and out of my tight sheath at just the right speed, and before long, I was crashing into an intense orgasm. As I came, keeping my eyes on the mirror, I caught Caleb roll his eyes back and flicker his lids shut for just a moment before snapping his gaze back on mine.

  Desperately trying to keep my eyes open as directed, my body convulsed with waves of pleasure, and Caleb's hard thrusting picked up in pace. Without letting go of my hair, he gripped my hip harder, pulling me backward as he thrust forward, and I arched my back a little more to increase his depth. His grip on my hair tightened, and I knew he must be close to coming. I shifted my weight slightly onto one hand and used the other to rub at my clit, sending me crashing into a second earth-shattering orgasm while he thrust deep, unloading into me with a primal cry.

  For a few moments, neither of us moved. We stayed where we were, bent over the bathroom sink, Caleb deep inside me while he rested his face on my back and we both caught our breath.

  “Kitty…” He finally gasped and caught my gaze once more in the mirror. “I think you need another shower…” A laugh snorted out of me, and he slid out, leaving me feeling empty and badly looking forward to round two.

  “I could go another shower,” I said breathlessly, turning to face him. “But only if you'll scrub my back…”

  Smirking, he swept me up in his arms, startling a surprised squeak out of me as he carried me back over to the shower.

  “I think I can probably manage that.” He grinned, then pressed an indulgent kiss on my mouth as he turned the shower back on.

  29

  That night, I slept curled in Caleb's strong grip and woke up feeling incredible. Completely in contrast to the weak, sick feeling of the night before, when I woke up in the cool light of the morning, my face pressed into Caleb's sculpted chest, it was as though I'd just spent a week in a meditation retreat or something.

  “Good morning, sleepyhead.” His sexy, sleep thickened voice rolled over me, and I raised my head to look at him.

  “Hi.” I grinned. Oh fuck, this is awkward.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand then closing his arms around me in a hug.

  “Um… is this weird?” I asked, chewing my lip nervously.

  “Is what weird?” He frowned, blinkin
g sleepily with his dark, almost black eyelashes framing clear emerald eyes that I just couldn't seem to get enough of looking at.

  “This… us… you know…” I trailed off awkwardly, and a small grin played at his sexy mouth.

  “No?” he blinked at me, all innocent, like he didn't know what I was getting at.

  Asshole.

  I growled in my throat, narrowing my eyes at him. “You know exactly what I mean, Caleb King. Is this weird?”

  Grinning broadly now, he leaned forward and kissed me lightly. “You mean the fact that we had seriously hot sex last night, three times, when you're also sleeping with Cole and River?”

  Blushing, I nodded and bit my lip again, but he pressed another kiss to my lips, slower this time and totally unhurried. My stomach fluttered in response, and my hand seemed to have a life of its own as it slid up to the back of his neck to pull him closer. My lips parted and he deepened the kiss, caressing my tongue with his, and I smothered the girly whimper that wanted to come out.

  “Does it need to be weird?” he finally asked, pulling back from my lips with flushed cheeks. “It doesn't bother me to share you with my team. I know how you feel for them doesn't impact how you feel for me… so long as you don't let them take you away from me…”

  “I couldn't even if I tried,” I muttered, sinking back into the pillow and smoothing my hand over the rough stubble of his cheek. “I don't know what's going on with me lately, but even if someone held a gun to my head and told me to choose, I couldn't do it. Maybe there's something magic related here?” It was a possibility I had been pondering on for a while, ever since learning my abilities really were magic, and not the product of a genetic experiment like I had always assumed. It just seemed so unlikely, so serendipitous that these gorgeous, dominant alpha males would all be so into me and all be okay to share.

  Caleb shrugged. “If it is, I'm not complaining. Neither are the guys, as far as I know.”

  “I suppose so long as you're all okay with it…” I murmured and gasped as he pulled me on top of him, his morning wood hot and hard beneath me.

  “We are more than okay with it, Kitty Kat. Our team had a ridiculously close bond even before you, so this doesn't surprise me. What did surprise me though…” he trailed off as he smoothed his hands up my body to locate my breasts.

  “Mmm?” I murmured, distracted as hell at the feeling of his hands on my skin. “What surprised you, Cal?”

  “…was hearing that you made out with my brother.” His words killed the mood as easily as any bucket of ice water might, and I sat up sharply.

  “He really didn't tell you?” I frowned down at Caleb from my position straddling him.

  He shook his head and arched an eyebrow in question.

  “Huh, maybe you should ask him about that then. But in my defense, I thought he was you.”

  A wicked grin slid across Caleb's face. “Really? So, my dickhead twin robbed me of our first makeout session then?”

  “I think we more than made up for it last night.” I smirked at him, running my hands up his amazingly sculpted chest.

  “Hmm, are you sure? Maybe we should make out a little more, just in case…” His very tempting suggestion was interrupted by someone knocking on the bedroom door.

  “Must be Wes,” I whispered. Wesley was the only one who would knock so politely.

  The quick wink and naughty smile on Caleb's face were the only warnings I got before he called out, “Come in!”

  With absolutely no time to grab a sheet or anything, the door opened wide, and Wesley gasped. Sitting as I was, totally naked and straddling Caleb's waist, there wasn't any mistaking what we had been up to.

  For a very long moment, Wesley stood in the doorway staring at us, his eyes wide behind his square-framed glasses until Caleb snorted out a laugh.

  “Something you needed, Wes?” he asked, casually raising his arms over his head and making it look like it was me who had pounced on him.

  “Uh, yeah,” Wesley said, darting a quick look at Caleb then returning his stare to me. For the first time, he wasn't dodging his gaze away in embarrassment. Instead, his face had clouded with lust, and the flush to his cheeks seemed far more in the realm of sexual frustration rather than awkwardness. “Cole and his brother are getting into it again. I thought maybe Kit might need to intervene and work out what the hell is going on with them.”

  Rolling my eyes, I groaned in annoyance. In our fuzzy morning-after haze, I had almost forgotten the drama waiting for me between Cole and Vali.

  “Okay, let me find some clothes, and I'll be out in a minute.” I clambered off Caleb, trying my very best to remain dignified in all my naked glory as I perched on the edge of the bed and looked around for some clothes. Surprisingly, having Wesley still watching me didn't make me feel in the least bit awkward. Quite the opposite.

  “Cal, didn't you say you found me clothes last night?” I frowned, seeing none lying around the room. My own dirty, soot covered clothes were probably still in a heap on the bathroom floor.

  “Yup, they probably got dropped somewhere in the bathroom, last night.” He winked at me, and I had an intense flashback of the night before with him bending me over the sink and pounding into me from behind.

  Feeling my face heating up, I cleared my throat awkwardly and wrapped a sheet around my body before standing up and heading into the bathroom. Despite how happy I was to be sitting in bed naked, it was a whole other thing, in the light of day, to just wander around in my birthday suit.

  When I came back out into the bedroom, fully dressed in the yoga pants and stretchy black top Caleb had found for me, the room was empty. I'd needed to recycle my bra from the day before but had decided to ditch the panties, so I made a mental note to pick up some more at the first opportunity I got.

  As I headed back down the corridor to the living room, I could hear the raised voices of Cole and Vali, and I took a deep breath. This is going to be interesting.

  “Good morning!” I halfway yelled as I entered the room, just to try and stop the arguing for a moment. It worked too, with everyone turning to look at me as though I had just grown three heads. Evidently I was the last one up because all six guys were already sitting around the living room cradling mugs of coffee.

  “What?” I asked when they continued staring.

  “Vixen, you look…” Cole started, then trailed off with a confused frown.

  “Really great,” Vali finished for him, and I raised my eyebrows at them both.

  “I think what they are trying to say,” River interpreted, “is that last night you looked a bit rough, like you were coming down with the flu or something, and today you look incredible. You're practically glowing.”

  I shrugged. “I feel pretty great. Must have just slept well.” Austin snorted a laugh, and Caleb smacked him in the arm.

  “Here.” Wesley handed me a mug of coffee, and his fingers lingered against mine as I took it from him.

  “Thanks, Wes,” I murmured, and he gave me a tiny wink.

  I think I like this confident Wesley. He's seriously sexy right now.

  Pushing aside my dirty thoughts and my confusion over why I was suddenly such a nymphomaniac, I turned back to Cole and Vali.

  “Okay, let’s get this settled. We need to get to Alaska today and then work out who the hell tried to blow us up, as well as what the hell is going on with this magic situation. So, who is speaking first?” I sat in the vacant spot on the couch, between the twins, and looked at Cole and Vali expectantly.

  When neither of them spoke, River made an angry noise in this throat, drawing everyone's attention.

  “Kitten asked a question of you two. Answer her, or I will.” His tone demanded compliance, and it made my stomach flutter.

  Vali folded his arms stubbornly, leaning against a wall, and Cole's gaze darted between River and me.

  “Fine,” he ground out, his fists clenching by his sides. “River would probably get the details wrong anyway.” It wasn't altogether
shocking to find River knew this story, whatever it was, seeing as they had been friends since they were twelve.

  Keeping my mouth shut, I waited to hear what he had to say, but my attention flickered to Vali whose neck muscles were bunched tight, the only indication of how tense he was. If not for that small sign, he would look like he didn't have a care in the world.

  “Dragomir,” Cole began, and I saw Vali's eye twitch at the name he so clearly hated, “and I share a father.” He paused there as though that was the whole story, and I frowned.

  “No shit, Cole. Please elaborate on why you look like you want to rip his head off with your bare hands.” I rolled my eyes at him and took a sip of my coffee. Delicious coffee.

  Cole sighed, dropping his head into his hands, but Vali watched him like a hawk. “We share a father, but not a mother. Dragomir's mother disappeared not long after he was born, and our father remarried almost immediately to my mother. Our family was, you probably saw, in charge of a pretty influential crime syndicate. Father was raising Dragomir, his first born, to take over the family business while I was to be his enforcer.” There was a bitter, disgusted twist to Cole's words that made my heart clench. Standing, I went to sit on the arm of his chair, grabbing one of his huge, scarred hands in mine. He glanced up at me, then threaded our fingers together, holding tight while he spoke.

  “It was our father’s opinion that in order to effectively give pain, one must first understand pain. Anyway, one day he got pretty carried away with the whole thing. I had made some smart remark to him about how he was already losing the respect of his men to Vali, a goddamn fourteen-year-old, and he flew off the handle at me.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Vali shift slightly at Cole's use of his nickname, but I doubted Cole even noticed he had done it.

  “Next thing I knew, he had pulled out this knife and started cutting me. He'd never done that before, but he had this crazy look in his eye.” Suddenly all his scars, covered by beautiful tattoos, made sense. They were from his father. “My mother happened to be home that day, and she tried to stop him but ended up getting caught in between. He stabbed her, then tried to finish me off.”