Her Warriors' Three Wishes (Dante's Circle) (23 page)

He quickly shucked his pants and stripped her of her bra and panties, leaving them both naked and panting.

“I’m going to let you ride me, Jamie-mine. How does that sound?”

She smiled as he sat down and she straddled him. He held her hips steady as she tried to slide over him, not wanting to take her just yet.

She looked like a goddess,
his
goddess.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her breasts heaving as she panted, wanting.

He slid one hand up between her breasts and collared her throat. Her eyes darkened, and he smiled. 

“I want to make sure you’re ready for me,” he whispered, letting his hand fall back down to her pussy. He circled her clit, loving the way she rocked into him, her mound brushing up against his cock.

He slowly traced his fingers over her, letting them tease and pet. When he slowly slid two fingers within her and twisted to rub her in that place she loved so much, her body shook.

“Please, Ambrose, I want to come on you, not without you.”

His cock throbbed at her words, wanted her more than ever.

He slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his lips, tasting her sweet juices.

“Gods, you taste amazing.”

She blushed, her breasts going pink at his words.

“You don’t like it when I talk dirty?” he asked, teasing.

“I love it. It’s just different coming from you,” she whispered.  “You’re usually so stoic.”

He slowly lifted her up and then down his cock, one inch at a time. Her eyes widened as her pussy clenched around him.

“I’m yours, Jamie.” He said, needing control. “You’re mine. I want you to know the thoughts in my head as I take you. I want you to know
who
is taking you.”

He let her slide down a bit more until finally—
finally
—he was fully seated within her, her heat pressing around him on all sides, ready to milk him at just one thrust.

“I know it’s you, Ambrose.” She tried to rock, and his grip on her hips tightened, stopping her. “Please,” she begged.

Unable to deny her, he lifted her slightly so he could thrust into her, hard, fast, with everything they both needed.

She threw her head back, pushing her breasts closer to his lips. Giving into temptation, he sucked one nipple into his mouth. She moaned and tried to move.

“Please, Ambrose. You said I could ride you,” she said as she panted.

He pulled back, letting her breast go with a
pop
. “So I did.”

He stilled his hips and let her move. And, God, did she move. She rolled her hips, letting her body take him in deeper, then moved up and down, resting her hands on his shoulders. He rested his hands on her hips, their gazes meeting.

His Jamie rode him hard like the goddess she was, their magic mingling, their bond flaring in a tangle of desire, lust, and promise. And, when they came together, hard, and inviting, she rested her head on his, their chests rising and falling as one.

He’d almost missed this.

He wouldn’t let her go again.

She was his, and he intended to keep it that way.

No matter the obstacle.

Chapter 15

Balin stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He’d purposely waited to take one until Jamie left to go help Lily with a baby thing so he wouldn’t be tempted to bring his mate in with him.

He closed his eyes with a groan.

Really? This was how he was going to handle it?

Hide from his mates and refuse to touch either of them?

He knew it made no sense to them, and it really didn’t to him either. He didn’t have a choice.

He’d almost lost both of them because his father wanted him dead. Not only dead, but broken and beaten from everything imaginable until he begged for death. Pyro would take away his mates and force him to watch—that was the type of sadistic bastard his father was.

Well, there was no way Balin would let that happen.

He knew he was cutting himself off at the neck, but there wasn’t any other choice. Ambrose and Jamie were more important than anything in his world, anything he could ever hope to have.

He pulled on his jeans and ran a hand through his wet hair. He missed his horns, but he wasn’t about to wear them on this plane. Since he wasn’t used to hiding because he’d always been in the hell realm, he’d probably forget to pull them back and scare the poor unsuspecting neighbors. As it was, they probably thought Jamie was crazy with two men staying with her and the sound of broken glass reaching their ears every few months.

If he stayed, they’d have to move to a home hidden in the forest or in another realm that would accept them. That way they could be themselves.

That was a big
if
though.

Balin shook his head and walked out of the bedroom. He knew the choices he was about to make would only hurt the ones he loved, but he’d rather them be hurt than dead.

Ambrose stood in the living room, his broad back shirtless. His wings slid back into the slits where they hid in the human realm.

Balin’s gaze trailed down his muscular lover’s body, his legs encased in jeans that were just snug enough in the thighs that Balin had to adjust himself. As Ambrose turned to him, Balin noticed that the top button was undone, showing that blond happy trail that Balin wanted to lick with his tongue.

Hades, walking away was going to be harder than he thought. He loved the way Ambrose looked—strong and protective—compared to the way their Jamie looked. While she was soft, yet deceptively tough, Ambrose was steel-encased fragility. 

His gaze followed his lover’s thick chest, defined by an ageless amount of strength and battle. His hair was out of its band, falling to his shoulders as his head tilted to the side, confusion on his beautifully chiseled face.

“What’s wrong?” Ambrose asked as he stood there, his hands on his hips.

Images of just what Balin wanted to do with those hips, along with just about everything else on this man, filled his mind. He might have preferred women, but he wanted Ambrose in every way possible.

No.

He had to remain strong and pull back. It wouldn’t hurt as much if he didn’t touch his mates.

Hades, who was he kidding? It was going to hurt like hell no matter what he did, but at least this way, they would be alive.

“Balin?” 

He blinked as Ambrose took a step toward him, a frown on his face.

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice low.

“No, you’re not. Jamie and I have noticed it, Balin. You can’t hide from us, no matter how hard you try. Why are you pulling back?”

Balin swallowed, not liking the way they saw right through him, even before he’d actually left.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied.

Ambrose fisted his hands and stalked toward him, danger seeping from his warrior’s pores. “Really? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Let’s see, you’ve shut yourself off from me. You don’t look at me, except right now it appears your cock likes me. I can see the way it’s pushing at your zipper, is it because I have my shirt off?”

Balin’s cock pushed harder against his jeans at Ambrose’s words. He opened his mouth to speak, but Ambrose cut him off.

“Let’s not forget that you’ve pulled away from Jamie as well. You don’t look at her; you don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. You purposely spend your days with Dante, even though you haven’t seen the dragon in over a hundred years. You’re hiding from us—hiding from her. Don’t you see you’re hurting our mate? She’s our true half. Don’t you get that? With each step backwards you take, it’s another slice to her heart…another slice to mine.”

“Ambrose...” His throat constricted at the pain he’d caused.

“No, I don’t know if I want to hear it. I get that you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” he lied again.

Ambrose moved to stand right in front of him, their similar heights bringing them to eye level. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I might have been able to get over the fact that you’re killing me with each decision to pull back, but I won’t forgive you for hurting Jamie.”

“You hurt her first,” he said, lashing out like a child, unable to take the anguish in his angel’s eyes.

Pain crossed Ambrose’s face, and Balin immediately regretted his callous words. 

“You’re right. I did. And, no matter what I do, I will never earn the forgiveness I don’t deserve. Right now, I’m standing by her while you’re pulling back. Is it because you’re afraid of Pyro? You know that no matter what you do, Pyro won’t stop. He doesn’t want to hurt Jamie and me just because of you. You remember that I’m the one who scarred him. I’m the reason he took Jamie in the first place. This isn’t just about you, so stop being so selfish and stand by our sides. We can’t lose if we stick together.”

Ambrose cupped Balin’s cheek and leaned in to brush his lips across his, soft, tentative.

This man.

This angel.

This mate was the one to break him.

Hades, he was fucking stupid. 

“I don’t want to lose you or Jamie,” he whispered, his breath mingling with his angel’s. 

“It’s not going to happen. By blocking yourself from us, you’re just making us all more vulnerable. Don’t you understand that? We’re stronger as a team, not as a fragment of what could have been.”

Balin leaned forward, his forehead resting on Ambrose’s cheek. “I’m an idiot.”

“Yes, yes you are. We’ve all been one at some point in our lives. I was one when I tried to save Jamie from a life with a warrior—when I tried to save myself from a potential heartache because it was all I knew. Now it’s your turn.”

Balin looked up, and reached around to set his hands on his lover’s hips—right where he’d wanted them before.

Ambrose quirked his lips and ran his hands down Balin’s back. “You’re going to have to make it up to us and promise never to leave our sides because you’re scared. You will come to us if that ever happens again. Jamie and I will stand by your side and be with you no matter what.”

Shivers ran down his spine as Ambrose continued to caress, touch. He’d made love with his angel once before with Jamie watching, but now it would be just the two of them—of that he was sure.

He leaned in and took Ambrose’s lips, wanting, needed. He tasted of coffee, musk, and male—a heady combination. 

He pulled back but kept his hands on his lover’s hips. “I’m sorry.”

Ambrose ran a hand up Balin’s back, collaring his neck. “I know. Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“We’re all alone for a bit. Jamie will be home later and then we’re going to meet the djinn delegation.”

Ambrose froze as tension radiated from them both. “I had tried to forget that. I don’t like the way they summoned her.”

They’d received a missive the day before that told them they were to meet on the djinn plane so Jamie could be set before their council. Though they’d tried to prepare Jamie for it, both men had been, and still were, worried about the tone of the missive. Even though Lily had been accepted by the brownies and had found a new family with them, it didn’t mean it would be the same for Jamie or any of the other women in their group.

As it was, djinn were some of the most secretive supernaturals out there and were a dying breed, much like many of the other supernaturals who only wanted to mate with other true bloods.

Considering Jamie was not truly of their blood…

The potential deadly outcome wasn’t something any of them wanted to think about but one they needed to prepare for.

“It wasn’t as if we could hide what she was considering she showed her true nature in the middle of the demon games.”

Ambrose ran his hands down Balin’s sides and pulled him closer so their jean-clad cocks rubbed together, eliciting a moan from both men’s throats.

“We won’t let her out of our sights, and you’ll be by our side,” Ambrose said as he leaned in to nibble at Balin’s jaw.

Balin tipped his head back, letting the angel taste and lick. “I won’t leave. Right now, all I want to do is show you just how much I want you.”

He pulled the other man closer and crushed his mouth to his, letting their tongues tangle, their chests heaving as he kissed him with all his strength. He ran his hands down Ambrose’s back and gripped his ass, rocking his own erection into his lover’s.

Balin pulled back and leaned to whisper into Ambrose’s ear, biting down hard on the angel’s ear lobe before he did so. “I’m going to fill you up and fuck you against that wall behind you. You’ve already had me and Jamie wrapped around that cock of yours, I think it’s my turn.”

Ambrose chuckled. “Taking turns, are we?”

Balin grinned. “Damn straight. But, first, I want to make sure you’re ready.”

Ambrose lifted a brow. “Oh, really? And how are you going to do that?”

Balin got to his knees, and Ambrose laughed.

“Oh, I see. That’s how you’re going to do it.”

“Hey, don’t knock it. Of course, if you’d rather me not suck you down my throat, just let me know and I’ll get up.”

Ambrose tangled his fingers in Balin’s hair. “I think I can stand a bit longer,” his angel teased.

Balin smiled and slowly slid down Ambrose’s zipper, knowing full well his lover didn’t wear underwear—much like himself.

He pulled down Ambrose’s jeans so they were just under his ass, his thick cock standing straight out, ready for Balin’s tongue.

Greedily, he licked the small drop of precum at the tip then fisted him. 

Ambrose groaned, and Balin watched as he let his head fall back, his fingers still in Balin’s hair. Balin swallowed the head, squeezing Ambrose at the base of his cock, then licked his way down the length of him.

He sucked, licked, hollowed his mouth, taking as much of him as he could. The tip of his cock reached the back of his throat, and he tightened his grip.

Ambrose did the same, tightening the grip on Balin’s head, keeping Balin steady before he thrust his hips so he fucked his mouth—hard.

“I can’t do this with Jamie. I don’t want to hurt her because she’s so tiny. You can take me, can’t you?”

He pistoned his hips into Balin’s mouth as Balin looked up, greedily sucking up as much as he could.