Lorie’s movements didn’t slow, but he smiled. Did he know what Con was doing? “I knew he couldn’t stay away. It’s not in his nature not to have at least one finger in the pie.”
She felt Con’s breath as he chuckled against her skin. “Finger, tongue…” he mumbled. “What’s the difference?”
Using his thick fingers to spread her cheeks wide, he licked her…there. Oh heaven forgive her. How could that feel so right and so forbidden all at once?
As Lorie’s long, hard erection filled her sex, Con pressed his tongue inside. His growls of pleasure told her he was enjoying her reaction, her squirming. When she moved too much, upset the rhythm he and Lorie had silently agreed on, she received a spank on her hip or high on one cheek of her bottom in punishment.
Sarah felt the world spin away, felt her body was breaking into a thousand pieces, about to explode into the sun. She was almost there. One more lick. One more stroke.
And she was flying. Soaring and alive.
Whole.
She heard her own hoarse cries of completion still echoing in her ears as Lorie gave himself up to the pleasure of release. She thought she might have heard him say he loved her, but she wasn’t sure. Her body hadn’t returned yet. Her mind may never be the same.
She was falling in and out of consciousness when she realized they were untying her and lifting her out of the chair. When had they moved? She looked confused and Con pushed her hair away from her forehead with a smile. “Still with us, babe?”
Sarah hesitated. “I think so.”
“Go over to the bed and we’ll get you a washcloth and some water.” She glanced down and noticed his thick hardness pressed against his stomach. His expression was rueful. “Plenty of time for that. We have to see to you first.”
He followed Lorie into the bathroom and Sarah wobbled a bit before turning and heading toward the bed.
Something stopped her.
She glanced to the right. The reflective wall? She wondered, for a moment, if she looked any different now that she’d been so thoroughly debauched. She found herself stepping closer, hardly aware she was moving at all.
Sarah gasped in shock. Was that her? That wildling from the woods with tangled hair and flushed cheeks? Her breasts were swollen and heavy, her sex still shimmering with her own arousal and Lorie’s.
Her magic shone like a halo around her. Green and golden ribbons of sparkling light. Isn’t this what happened when a triad was true? After the first consummation, she recalled, the magic revealed the match. But they hadn’t had a complete consummation, had they? She’d been with each of them separately. Almost separately. But this time, Con hadn’t found his release. She’d wanted him to. Wanted to know what it felt like to be completely invaded. Taken by both her men.
The image wavered in the glass and Sarah realized she was no longer alone. Lorie and Con stood on either side of her, their smiles knowing and determined. She looked behind her. There was nothing there. She could still hear the hushed conversation in the bathroom, the rush of water.
She turned back to find the images of her two lovers had moved closer now. So close they were pressed against her own reflection. How? And why did she feel as if they were touching her?
An illusion. She should escape it while she could. She’d had enough of that kind of magic to last forever. She wanted to move, but as the two male reflections fell to their knees, dragging her image with them, Sarah joined them on the floor. She couldn’t seem to help herself.
There was no need for foreplay. No need for slow gentle caresses and romantic words. The images knew exactly what they wanted. What she needed.
Lorie’s reflection lay down on his back and Con’s lowered her onto his thick cock. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, feeling the invasion as her image moaned in pleasure.
Her body, still reacting to the aftershocks of her earthshaking release, felt her passion rising again. Her blood heating as her image rode Lorie without mercy. Con’s reflection came in behind her, and he showed her the shining liquid on his fingers before slipping it between the cheeks of her freshly spanked bottom.
Sarah fell to all fours, whimpering as she felt the invasion. One finger. Then another. Stretching her, readying her for what was coming. Impossibly full. Stinging sweetly. He lined his cock up to replace his fingers, and pushed the tip inside.
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, Con, yes!”
Lorie’s voice startled her. “Looks like she decided to start again without us.”
Con sounded surprised. And aroused. “Where did you get that mirror? Have I mentioned I’m officially moving into this room? I’ll call it Conway’s New Eden.”