Witches' Waves (14 page)

And just then something large and heavy and wet slammed into her leg. Something furry.

Something with sharp teeth that nipped at her bare ankle, barely touching the skin, but letting her know that it could before it moved off.

Deck shrieked. “You little shit!” Evidently the animal hadn't been as gentle with him.

Meaghan didn't think. Didn't plan. She just pulled all the aquatic power floating around her body, all the energy of the currents, and slammed it down at the animal attacking Deck.

The animal she realized half a second too late was Kyle.

Chapter Fifteen

The air shivered. Ozone crackled in the air, as if lightning were striking too close for comfort, out of a clear sky. Thunder boomed immediately.

Meaghan jumped. Her concentration wavered, and her grip on the currents faltered. And Deck and a suddenly wordside Kyle snatched her, protecting her with their bodies as an enormous wave hit.

They tumbled together in the surging water. Meaghan had a feeling she should be frightened, that any normal person would be frightened, but with the guys holding her and the water playing with her, she wanted to whoop with glee.

Apparently it was a water-affinity thing. When they ended up sputtering on the sand, all of them were laughing. “Carried us a good ten feet beyond where even the big waves are breaking,” Deck said, sounding impressed and surprisingly not mad. “Glad I saw what you were doing in time or it would have been much worse.”

“And I'm glad I sensed the water moving in a way it shouldn't have.” Kyle squeezed her close. He was naked, having just shifted, and, rattled as Meaghan was, she had to admit it was a pleasant sensation. “Don't do that again!” he added. Deck echoed him.

“Don't bite! Remember, I can't see you. I thought we were being attacked by a wild animal.”

“Yeah, don't bite. Not when you're otterside, at least. You have sharp damn teeth. What was that all about?”

She felt a movement that she supposed was Kyle shrugging. “The otterside's pretty primal. I saw you guys and I thought that someone was getting between me and a potential mate…only I wasn't sure which one of you was the potential mate and which was the one I should be mad at, so I nipped both of you.” He sounded crestfallen and embarrassed, but also like he wanted to laugh.

“Have I mentioned otters can be really dumb about sex?” Deck commented. “Dumb and surprisingly violent for such cute critters?”

“Hey, Meaghan created a sneaker wave and you called lightning from a clear sky. So I think we all qualify as dumb and violent at the moment.”

The part of Meaghan's brain fed on romance novels wanted to go back to the idea that Kyle wanted both of them. But she'd been raised by a sorcerer with a military background. Shaw had been evil and possibly insane, but he'd managed to instill a few useful lessons, including ones in focusing on the mission. Meaghan pushed aside the intriguing but less important question in order to focus on the one more critical to survival. “Wait a minute. I believe you when you say I created that wave, but how the hell did I do it? And more importantly, how can I do it again?”

“Would be great for surfing,” Kyle commented. As they'd tumbled ass over teakettle through the water, he'd somehow ended up in the middle, and he sounded content to be there. “Meets my approval.”

“It would be great for washing away enemies!” She was startled by the vehemence in her voice.

“True,” Kyle said. “It wouldn't even look suspicious. Sneaker waves aren't uncommon, and they're dangerous. The public beaches up here all have warning signs about them.”

“That's a bad idea.” She'd never heard Deck sound so serious.

“Why? The whole point is defeating the Agency. We know that sooner or later, someone will try to come for Jocelyn. We lure them down onto a beach and whoosh, they wash out to sea, problem solved and like Kyle says, it looks accidental.”

Meaghan could feel Deck's body stiffen—not just his cock (which, oblivious to the tenor of the conversation, had been intermittently hard the whole time the three of them had been cuddling), but his whole body. His voice strained, sounding genuinely panicked. “We already went over that. Donovans lose their magic if they deliberately use it to kill. And that's if we're lucky. Sometimes the effects are worse than that.”

“I'm not a Donovan. I'm not from any lineage,” Meaghan reminded him. “At least I remember my parents were normies, so I guess I'm what you call a wild witch. It probably wouldn't hurt me.”

“But it might. I can't take that chance.” He cursed, first a few words in Gaelic, then a heartfelt, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She flinched, but he went on. “I was nervous about teaching you magic anyway. I can't think of anyone else who can do it, but my magic's so weird.” Kyle sighed over Deck's words, as if he'd heard this argument before. “I can teach you the basics, but I don't dare to teach you anything too advanced because I don't know what would happen. Look at what happened just now. You have an excuse for doing magic accidentally; you're like a kid just starting training, only you have fully mature powers. But I didn't mean to call that lightning. Everyone says my magic can't be trusted. That I can't be trusted…”

“I trust you.” Meaghan meant it, though she was just getting to know Deck. He talked like he was flaky, and the older Donovans treated him that way, but he felt solid to her. No, not solid, but fluid and secure. Maybe not like other people, but just the way he was supposed to feel.

He kissed the top of her head softly. “Thanks. That means a lot. But you don't know me very well yet.”

“
I
know you and I trust you,” Kyle said calmly. “Like I said last night, I trust you with everything I am. Everything.” His words, Meaghan thought, had presence, like the Gaelic spell she'd just learned. Couplespeak, but more than that.

“What do you know about magic anyway?”

“What you've taught me. And what you've taught me is that you're more than you admit you are.” Again, loaded words. Almost like a spell, though there was no flicker of magic.

The men turned toward each other. There was a soft, wet sound, and then a fierce, strangled groan. They were kissing, she knew. Maybe touching intimately, hands on each other's cocks. After all, Kyle was already naked. It wouldn't take much.

Hot energy danced over Meaghan's skin where they were still in contact with her. It prickled and tickled, but in a good way. An arousing way, as if each kiss and touch between the two men echoed in her. Her nipples perked up against her borrowed shirt as if Kyle and Deck were each suckling one. And between her legs she swore she could feel a clever finger circling her clit, teasing and tempting, dipping into her wet pussy, then going back to her clit. Not enough to make her come, but enough to arouse and tempt, enough to make her all too aware of her body, her own needs.

She couldn't help remembering the dreams or visions of Kyle and Deck and her together in the water, the two men taking turns fucking her, buoyed by the ocean. Strong hands, strong cock and a sense of mutual love and need so powerful that she couldn't believe it was only a fantasy. How could she even know how to fantasize about such a thing, when she knew nothing of love and, she suspected now, little of real desire?

One of the men—Deck, she thought—gently laid a hand on her hip. She wasn't sure if he was touching her intentionally, but the contact seared, making her feel like something wonderful was dancing on her skin.

But it wasn't enough. Wasn't going to do more than tease at a time when Meaghan ached for release as she never had before. And even though she knew how dangerous orgasms could be, especially when magic shimmered in the air around them, her body didn't care about all the common sense she could muster. Before she could stop herself, she groaned, “Please…”

She clamped her mouth shut, but it was too late. The word was released into the air. For a heartbeat, she hoped that maybe Kyle and Deck had been too distracted to hear her.

Then Kyle drew closer, and his arms pulled her close against his body. He smelled strongly of the ocean, and the heat of his damp, bare skin stunned her. His muscles were twitching all over, little, fine movements that she wasn't sure she'd have been able to perceive if she'd relied on sight. “What do you need?” he whispered, his voice husky and urgent.

While she struggled for words, Deck shifted position to kneel between her legs. One of her hands fluttered almost against her will to rest on Deck's thigh.
Almost
against her will, because she hadn't meant to put her hand there, but once she did, Meaghan no more could have taken it away than she could fly or see. The differences between his skin and Kyle's smoother, hotter flesh, curiously hairless for someone who had a thick pelt at other times, stunned her so much that she ran her hand up and down Deck's hairy, deeply muscled leg.

Which was when she realized she was touching his inner thigh, and his damp board shorts were loose enough her hand could slide easily inside the leg opening. His skin, unlike Kyle's, was chilled from their time in the water, but that accentuated the heat coming off his cock and balls. She had a feeling that if she moved her hand only slightly, she'd touch them. And she was willing to bet they'd be unobstructed by underwear.

“What do you need?” Kyle repeated.

Meaghan's thoughts were too tangled to answer.
Both of you. Better shields so I can dare to enjoy what you seem to be offering. Time. Hope.

Deck answered for her, though, and his response was a pretty damn good guess. “She needs us, lover. The magic takes people that way sometimes. Red magic's the most primal of all, the one you call on to boost your power when you're doing something difficult, even if you don't know you're doing so, and it demands its due. She worked some pretty heavy magic just now without proper preparation—which was kind of my fault because I had no idea I needed to teach her how to prepare for that level of spell yet. Plus, we all scared ourselves just now and that makes us want to prove we're still alive. Right, Meaghan?”

She tried to answer, but she couldn't even manage to speak, so instead she nodded frantically. That was something she hardly ever did. It drove her crazy when other people tried to communicate with a gesture, forgetting she couldn't see, but she literally couldn't make a word, even a simple
yes
, come out of her mouth. That would take breathing and right now that was difficult because her heart was in her throat.

Kyle chuckled in her ear. “Got it. Duals lose words when we're turned on, but I didn't know it happened to humans too.”

“Just not to Donovans. We're congenitally unable to shut up unless our mouths are otherwise occupied.” Deck's laugh was bigger than Kyle's—brighter, she wanted to say, if she was using the metaphor correctly. “Like this.”

Deck leaned in and kissed her, one hand behind her head, tangling in her hair, the other on Kyle somewhere and she didn't know how she knew that, but she did. The first time Deck had kissed her, he'd been feeling bad for her, wanted to show that he cared, and if they'd both ended up turned on by it, she'd figured that was a purely physical reaction. She'd convinced herself it didn't mean very much, especially when Deck and Kyle went off together that night.

This felt like it meant something.

While Deck kissed her, Kyle slid his hands between their bodies, unzipped her windbreaker and found one of her nipples through her damp shirt.

She couldn't ever remember her nipples straining this way, as if they were reaching out to meet Kyle's hand halfway. Shaw had played with them, sucked them, and it felt pleasant enough, but this was different. This was fierce. Without hurting her, Kyle was pinching and twisting, bringing her nipple and her sensations both to a hard peak. Then he swirled more gently over the sensitized flesh, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

And somehow, the rhythm of ferocity and tenderness matched that of Deck's kiss.

Somehow
indeed. Kyle and Deck were lovers. She could taste Kyle's skin on Deck's tongue, feel prickles of Deck's magic along with the caress of fur where Kyle touched her. They might not have been together for long, but they were
together
, in sync, perhaps more than they understood.

She was rippling like water. She moved her hand higher up Deck's thigh. An awkward angle, but he widened his position to accommodate her better, and she was rewarded with puckered, hairy balls and a hard cock. She began to explore as best she could, reaching with her other hand for Kyle. Anything she could reach on Kyle, any contact…but he shifted position so her hand ended up on his crotch. She circled her hand around his thick cock and stroked.

Not because she heard Shaw's voice in her head reminding her that men had needs and she owed him pleasure as a thanks for years of taking care of her. But because she wanted to touch them, wanted to feel their cocks swell under her touch, wanted to get to know these hard, strong bodies.

Kyle's cock felt different from Deck's, different from what she remembered of Shaw's. Not as smooth, but encased in loose skin. She wasn't quite sure how to approach it. Her confusion must have shown on her face because Deck's hand closed gently over hers. “He's uncut—not circumcised,” Deck whispered. “What you feel is a foreskin, and this is how you handle it.” Deck guided her hand until she got the hang of it.

He was helping her caress his lover while she explored both of them.

It was entirely possible Meaghan's brain would explode from erotic confusion. But what a way to go.

Her skin felt funny in the most delightful way. Sparkly, like something was dancing across it. Kind of like being in a shower, only it was a shower of carbonated liquid pleasure, the way she thought champagne must taste.

She wanted to be as naked and shameless as Kyle. Wanted to touch and kiss every inch of their delicious bodies. Beyond that, she had no idea what would happen. So many possibilities with two men who also desired each other, and all those possibilities were new to her and tantalizing. And those were only the ones her inexperienced brain could conjure up. She suspected Deck and Kyle could get very creative.

Deck pulled away from her, and to Meaghan it felt like some part of him stayed behind, even after his lips freed hers, his hands released her hair, his body shifted so she could touch his thigh a little, but not stroke his cock. She still felt him where he'd been. Still felt that tingly, bubbly sensation on her lips even though he wasn't kissing her anymore. Still felt the shape and texture of his cock burned into her palm.