Lorie knelt down beside her as his reflection continued to rock her against him. She could see them both in the glass, but she couldn’t seem to stop. “Don’t fight it, Sarah. It gives you what you want. Usually that’s our job but, in this case, I can’t help but like what I’m seeing. I think you’re going to like what you’re feeling even more.”
“Wh-what?” What was happening to her? She could see two copies of Lorie and Con lining up with each other. Mimicking each other. She felt the instant Lorie slid beneath her and lowered her onto his erection. The instant Con began to fill her from behind. But it was as if she were in two bodies at once.
Everything was intensified. Everything heightened. She caught the wild gaze of her own doppelganger and they each grinned at each other, knowing they were the luckiest women alive.
Con let out a guttural groan and gripped her shoulder, finally done with moving slow. His hips pounded against hers and she cried out, grinding her sex against Lorie until he growled.
When she finally found her release, she screamed their names, knowing that if she died from this, from too much pleasure…
It would be worth it.
Chapter Six
She couldn’t sleep. After the last few hours, she should be unconscious between her two lovers. But she was too restless to relax. Some part of her still too concerned she would wake and realize this had been the dream.
She gathered the blanket that had been tossed on the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders, secure in the knowledge that Con’s shield would keep everyone out until she was ready to face them. At least until she was dressed.
Wandering around the large, family home, Sarah couldn’t help but wonder at the last few days. She had no regrets. She had spent countless ages in the closest place to hell she could imagine. In fact, it was still difficult for her to consider the possibility that some other, nightmarish shoe wasn’t about to drop.
But experiencing what she had with them was worth the risk. Their magic recognized each other. Had merged as if they’d always been one. Their bodies had joined as well. More than once, she thought, blushing as she remembered. Sarah couldn’t regret that either.
Now she knew why she would sometimes find her grandmother staring out the window, a soft smile of remembered love making her look young, making her glow. She’d had a true triad too, before she’d lost them in the old country. Even though she’d come to Salem, searching for a new start with her family, the memories had never gone away.
Now Sarah understood.
Something had altered inside her. A seed of something deeper and more profound was growing. Where there had only been rage, laughter was growing. Where there had only been emptiness, the promise of love was filling it. She’d been afraid she’d lost her soul, but being here, with these people…maybe it was growing back. Or more likely coming out of hiding.
She headed toward the den, where a fire had come to life when alerted to her presence. She stepped closer to study the frames on the mantel. Images of Lorie’s family. His mother and her triad, their smiles brilliant and intimate, telling Sarah without words how happy they were together. In another, their children were all huddled together, showing her their striking similarities. They all had grey and blue eyes, stunning features and a confidence that came from knowing where they belonged. She squinted. Was Lorie wearing spectacles?
They made him look dashing.
She saw an old framed sketch poking out from behind the others. With a hand clutching the blanket, she used her other to reach for the frame. She knelt down beside the fire, studying it in the light.
Despite the flames, her blood ran cold. There were six faces sketched in this image. A family that was nearly as familiar to her as her own. They hadn’t usually traveled in the same circles, she and the daughter and two sons surrounding their parents. But when they did, it was memorable.
Fiona had been kind. She and Thalia were thrown together often due to their families, and Thalia would confide in her that out of that entire clan, the youngest daughter was the gentlest of them.
Jackson was rumored to be the greatest witch of their generation. Important things were expected from him. Unfortunately, much of his greatness was wasted cleaning up the messes and chaos created by his eldest brother.
Robert Abbott.
Robert was spoiled by his parents and society into believing he was special. Though his natural magic was weather-calling, he’d never come to the aid of his community. He’d used it to send storm clouds over houses that held people he’d believed insulted him. He’d starved whole farms out of spite—families who had never done anything to hurt him.