Falling Into Place (36 page)

The door opened. Liz stood and motioned
Emily over. “Christian, this is your Mom. Emily, this is Christian,
and his mate Delilah.”

Emily’s smile brightened as she took his
hands. “I’m not sure I have the words.”

Christian’s eyes were wide, but he seemed at
peace, so whatever he read convinced him she wasn’t all bad.

Liz felt out of place, so she quietly snuck
up to her room.

She flopped down on the bed and threw her
arms over her face. She was happy for them, but she felt pretty
mopey over a father she knew, but didn’t know, who had just died in
her lap. It felt like forever ago, but in reality it was a couple
short hours before.

“Hey,” Tremaine murmured as he lay down
beside her. She lifted her head and he slid his arm underneath
before pulling her close. “You okay, doll?”

She rolled into his embrace and buried her
face against his chest, breathing in his scent of magic and
cinnamon. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You know what that stands for, right?”
Robert said as he entered the room. It wasn’t long before she felt
his long hard body pressed against her back, and his arm wrapped
around her waist.

“Yeah, and maybe I’m a little of all of
those from time to time. I’m glad I have you two to anchor me
because I’m not sure where I stand anymore.”

“With us,” Robert purred against her
ear.

She let out a long sigh before turning her
head to look back at him.

“Don’t, Liz. No one and nothing will come
between us, no matter what. I’m with you both.” Robert leaned in
and brushed his lips over hers before deepening the kiss.”

Tremaine’s mouth pressed behind her ear,
making her melt. His lips trailed down her neck to her shoulder to
bite gently as his hand slid under her shirt, and up to cup her
breast.

Someone cleared their throat and Liz jumped.
Both men pulled back with a satisfied smirk.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” Delilah glanced
away. “I thought maybe you could help me with dinner, Liz. I don’t
know about everyone else, but I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right down,” Liz answered
breathlessly. Delilah hurried back down the stairs and Liz let out
a giggle. “Okay, next time, shut the door if you’re both going to
get all gropey.” She sat up and pushed their hands away with a
raised brow. “No need to scare your sister further.” She winked at
Rob.

He groaned. “She’s down there catching up
with her son. I don’t think she’s interested in seeing what we’re
up to.”

“All the more reason to shut that door.”

* * * *

“That’s the sheriff?” James asked with a
scowl. “You expect me to pull off impersonating an Earth Fae to
bring out his mated nymph lover?” James laughed out loud. “How the
fuck do you expect me to do that?”

Jarvis glared back at him. “We’ll make you
look injured. You’ll go to the door of the shop. When she rushes
out, we’ll grab her and drag her into the vehicle. We’ll take it
from there. Surely you can handle that.”

James thought about it for a moment and
finally nodded. “That shouldn’t be a problem. Once she heals you, I
can drain her. It’s time you got your own power back.” Mostly so
James could drain him and be done with the fool. He was becoming
more and more of a liability without his full power. He had a
feeling that Jarvis would never recapture it either.

“I cast a charm on Hayden. We’ll be able to
watch all night and maybe you can learn what you need to pull this
off.”

James nodded. The plan had merit, if Jarvis
actually managed to complete the spell correctly.

* * * *

Somehow, Robert got roped into entertaining
everyone while Liz slipped away to hide in her room after dinner.
Tremaine followed her shortly after that. Then Delilah and
Christian snuck off.

Preston finally took pity on Robert, and
asked Emily, “Play a game of chess with me, Em?”

She blushed but nodded. “Yes, please.”

Robert stood and bent to kiss her cheek.
“Good night, Emily. Sleep well.”

“You too.”

“Night, Rob.” Preston gave him a knowing
smirk.

Tipping his head in thanks, Robert turned
and hurried up the stairs. He stepped into her room and sealed the
sound in while allowing the sound from the rest of the house in.
With everything going on, it was better safe than sorry.

He glanced over on the bed and found Liz
face down, her skin slick with oil as Tremaine sat beside her. They
were both nude while Tremaine massaged her long lithe body.

“Now that is nice to watch,” Robert murmured
as he leaned against the dresser with a smile.

Tremaine’s desire darkened eyes met his as
his hands rubbed up her thighs. His thumbs slid against her slit
and up her asscrack making her whimper.

“She’s so wet already,” Tremaine purred.
“And she really likes this. His thumbs dipped back into her silken
heat, one toward her clit while he spread her cheeks and pushed his
thumb into her anus. She let out a ragged moan as her hands fisted
in the comforter.

“Mmm,” Robert grinned. “I think she needs
you to make her come. She’s close.”

“He’s teasing me.” Liz panted, her hips
pushing back. Tremaine bit his lip as he watched her. She groaned.
“I need to come, oh,” she gasped as Tremaine circled her clit with
his thumb.

Robert sat down beside her and pressed two
fingers deep into her dripping sheath. Her breath hitched when he
found her sweet spot, rubbing until she cried out.

Tremaine moved out of the way and gave her a
strained command. “Flip over.”

Surprisingly, she did as told.

He took Robert’s hand and sucked her juices
from his fingers. Robert groaned.

“Are we trying to torment her? Or make her
beg?” Robert asked as he sat up and grabbed the oil.

Tremaine chuckled. “Make her beg, because I
really like the way she feels all slippery and relaxed. Not to
mention, she looks really fucking scrumptious all oiled up and
sprawled out.”

Tremaine was right about that. She looked
edible. Her long leanly muscled legs, her round little ass he
wanted to sink his teeth into, and enough hips to hold onto. She
had always been the woman he compared all others to, his ideal
perfection.

“You can stop talking about me like I’m not
here,” she murmured.

Tremaine caught her pebbled nipples,
pinching lightly. Robert pressed two fingers into her.

“Fuck,” she cried. “Right there, yes.”

They both took their hands away, and Robert
grinned at Tremaine. Her eyes flashed to each of them. “What the
hell? Why did you stop?”

“Beg,” Tremaine said darkly.

She sat up with fire in her eyes. “You’re
sitting there getting off on touching me, and teasing me. Why
should I beg too?” Tremaine reached for her breast and she crossed
her arms over her chest with a scowl.

He answered, “Because men like to know what
their woman wants.”

“And if I don’t
want
to beg?” she
growled.

Robert grabbed her under the knees and
yanked her hard enough she fell back with a gasp. “Then maybe we
won’t make you come again.”

“Then I’m going to take a shower. By
myself.” She sat up.

Tremaine pushed her back down and straddled
her waist. His hands going to her breasts. He tsked at her. “You
don’t want a shower, and certainly not by yourself.”

*
* *
*

Liz glared up at Tremaine, but the bastard
was right and he knew it. She also knew that if she wanted to stop,
they would both let her walk away the second she said it.

She felt the bed dip and move as Robert
scooted down her body, and spread her wide. She tried to close her
legs, but he put his shoulders between her thighs and flicked his
tongue over her clit.

Tremaine’s erection lay between her breasts
as he plucked and twisted her nipples until she couldn’t catch her
breath. He started out teasing, and she was tempted to beg, but she
didn’t want to play games. She just wanted them.

She caught her lip between her teeth and her
hands landed on his knees, her nails cutting skin as her back
bowed. Tremaine looked back to see Robert making love to her with
his mouth.

“Fine, don’t beg,” Trem chuckled. He
squeezed her breasts around his cock and her head fell back as he
started to move his hips.

Trem had already sensitized every inch of
her flesh, and the way he pumped his shaft between her slicked up
breasts felt incredible.

Liz got herself under control and raised her
head to lick the slit of his cock.

“Oh, God, yes,” he breathed, and then she
sucked his head into her mouth, her tongue teasing the ridge of his
crown. “Fuck, that’s so damned good, Liz. Please.”

Robert laughed, his breath skating over her
thighs. “I thought you wanted her to beg, not the other way
around.”

“You try fucking her breasts and having her
mouth on you, then tell me you won’t beg.” She giggled before
sucking him in. He almost fell forward but caught himself on the
headboard with a moan. “Oh fuck, Liz, that’s so damned good.” She
did it again, and he really started begging. “Please, oh please,
please, fuck, please.”

Robert chuckled. “I’m only pointing out that
our woman turned the tables on you, but I’m not the man who told
her to beg.”

Trem groaned and Liz kept right on until his
cock jerked and he gave her every drop.

He rolled to his side as Robert slid a third
finger into her. She heard the needy sound he drew from her, his
eyes sparkled as he licked and sucked her clit until pleasure
erupted every direction and she was left deaf and blind, only able
to feel as she was washed away with passion.

When she finally opened her eyes, Robert was
still kneeling before her. He picked her up and sat her on his
cock. “Oh, I don’t think I can move yet,” she whimpered.

Robert chuckled that deep masculine chuckle.
“I’ve got this.” He moved her up and down while she clung to him.
Tremaine pressed in behind her, one hand on her ass, spreading her
further. And then she felt the blunt head of his cock push into
her.

There were hands everywhere as both men
pumped into her. They kissed over her shoulder, and she might have
been jealous but they felt so damned good she couldn’t complain.
Their rhythm matched, both pushing into her at the same time as
they kissed deep and hard while holding her in place.

Someone had their thumb on her clit, someone
was pinching and twisting her nipple and she came again, but both
men stopped moving and held her there for a moment. The only sound
was their ragged breathing. “You didn’t, neither of you did. Don’t
stop.” She wouldn’t say please, at least she was thinking a
little.

“I want it to last.” Robert grunted and
started his retreat. Tremaine did the same.

“I’m not lasting much longer,” Tremaine
panted, “I’m almost there.” He sucked her pulse point behind her
ear and she came. She cried out as they both pressed deep and
followed. They wound up in a heap on the bed.

Amethyst sat at one of the tables in the
front of Inktastic with Fallon. She was kicked back in her seat
looking at dresses in a magazine. “I still can’t believe you’re
looking at these.” Amethyst twisted the ends of her purple hair as
she looked over at Fallon.

“Why’s that? It’s a wedding. We want simple,
but I still need to wear a dress.”

“Yeah, but I totally see you in a cute,
simple, flowing white dress. Something summery, maybe silky. Maybe
to your knees, no sleeves. Your hair down, with white flowers in
it.” Amethyst sat back and chewed her bottom lip. “Barefoot of
course, druid and all, it would have to be outside, with the sun
shining.”

Fallon nodded. “You’re right. I need to stop
listening to Jess before she convinces me to go with some fancy
smancy dress I will never be able to stand.” She grinned and put
the book down. “Besides, Brody doesn’t care as long as I’m his. If
I told him no wedding, he’d be okay, but I really do want
this.”

“I know. I’m so happy for you.”

Fallon turned toward her. “So what do you
think you’ll wear?”

“Something similar, but with color. I was
thinking maybe peach, or lavender. Something soft.”

“You can wear whatever you want, Ame. I
trust you fully.” Fallon grinned. “I’m going to go chat with Brody.
I can’t believe how fast it’s coming.”

“I know, but you’re ready.”

Fallon squeezed Amethyst’s shoulder and got
up to head out the front door.

Amethyst sat back in her seat to
daydream.

Not long after Fallon left, a gunshot rang
out behind the shop. She was on her feet and running to the door
before she could think.

Hayden slumped against the door, blood
running down the glass as he slid to the side.

Panicked, she burst through the door as
Hayden’s image faded. A scarred man with a cruel smile lay in his
place. She kicked out, catching him in the groin. He let out a howl
of pain as he dropped to his knees. That didn’t stop him from
cuffing her ankles in iron, while someone else chained her
wrists.

Twisting away, Amethyst screamed as a cloth
bag came down over her head, taking away the sound. She could only
feel as a rough hand closed over her throat, closing off her
air.

* * * *

Hayden rushed into the shop, but he didn’t
feel Amethyst. He only got the sense she was in trouble and he had
come running. Fallon stood in the hall, a confused look on her
face.

“Where is she?” Hayden demanded.

Fallon shook her head. “I only left for
fifteen minutes. She’s not here. Her car’s here. Her phone. Her
purse. It doesn’t make sense.”