She lifted her head and wrapped the fingers of her other hand around Lorie, then slid over on her knees until her mouth could reach Con.
He hissed. “I love it when it’s my turn.”
Sarah smiled and continued to shift between them, until both men were moaning and glistening with heat and magic. Until she had to rub her thighs together, desperate for her own release.
The men reached down together and lifted her up onto the bed, tossing her on her back with matching smiles. “Your turn is over,” Lorie’s voice was rough with need.
Con turned her on her side and lifted her leg over his hip. “Our turn.”
Sarah cried out at Con’s first thrust. Her body knew what to expect. Craved it—craved them—desperately. And yet each time had the same intensity as the first. She was wild for them. Shameless.
She was shaking by the time Lorie had moved in position behind her, knowing how much he loved it. How he loved to tell her how tight she was. How hard it was for him to hold back.
For a time the only sounds she heard were her lovers moans and their bodies rustling restlessly against the sheet. Then she could sense it—the sparks inside her igniting, everything she was transforming and soaring toward stars and beyond.
Nothing could destroy what they were building together. Nothing.
“You’re crying, baby.” Con pulled her up between them until she was spooned between them, her head on her favorite pillow. “What is it?”
“I’m happy, that’s all.” She shrugged helplessly. “In spite of everything that’s happened, I’m happy and I don’t want it to end.?
?
Lorie lifted his head and forced her to meet his gaze. “It never will.”
But even as she shivered with pleasure from the power of her release, she knew that nothing was certain. Not yet.
***
“That’s it? Is it over?”
Harrison frowned at her. “What do you mean, that’s it? Do you know how long it took me to put all the components together, Sarah Blackwood? What Jenner had to morph into to gather everything we needed?”
“Harry, relax.” Callie’s smile was kind when she left her husband’s side to put her arms around Sarah. “She didn’t mean it as an insult. I think she’s just as relieved as we are that she’s still here, right?” Sarah nodded and Callie gave her one more hug. “Right. Welcome to this wonderful family. Officially.”
She slid something into Sarah’s hand. Thalia’s brooch. “You found it?”
“I found it.” Callie was subdued. Sad. “I found more than I bargained for, but we can talk about that another time. For now, this belongs to you.”
Sarah tightened her fingers around it, remembering how important it had been to her for all those years. Her proof. A proof she didn’t need anymore. But she would always keep it close. It had belonged to her best friend. Whether Thalia had ever remembered her or not.
Harrison’s cheeks grew pink and she and blew out a frustrated breath. “We should get used to me apologizing to you right now, early in our relationship. We are sisters, after all.” Her smile reminded Sarah of Lorie’s. Breathtaking. “Welcome home.”
Tucker nodded in her direction, but the sparkle in his eyes was somewhat dimmed. She knew why. Lorie had shared what he’d learned with his brother. Had told him of his worries about the Winstons and the unknown man who’d given the book to the still-comatose Mr. Maris. That mystery was his to bear now. She’d done enough.
“Welcome home, sister.” Tucker’s low voice was solemn and sincere.
She knew she should respond. That she should say thank you. She was still here. Still alive and with her triad. Lorie and Con. She tried to breathe but it came out sounding like a sob.
They enfolded her in their embrace. Lorie’s soft words and Con’s gentle kisses helping her to breathe, to finally let go of the one fear that had been holding her back.
The books were destroyed. The curse had been undone. She was never going back.
“We’ve been waiting for you for so long, Sarah.”
She smiled and held them tighter. “I’ve been waiting longer.”
But she was home now. Finally home. And loved.