Under a Blood Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 2)

“At night?” Renner said, glad the darkness hid his reddening cheeks. Bad enough to be caught outside in his birthday suit, but for the both of them to be completely aware he’d fucked up was especially embarrassing.

“I was feeling nostalgic over our first time,” Bryn said, a smil

e playing on her lips.

Forcing himself to be polite, Renner gave a terse nod. “Glad you both enjoyed yourselves.”

“You really going to stand here, giving my wife a thrill? Or are you going to make sure those two salmon aren’t swimming upstream?”

Renner felt his brows pull together, his shoulders and back tighten. “I screwed up. To make it up to her, I promised I wouldn’t interfere with their…massage.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be there, Renn,” Bryn said softly. “If you aren’t, she’ll think you don’t care.”

“If I am, I’m not sure I can keep my promise, and I’ve already broken one tonight.”

Bryn sucked in a breath. “All the more reason to be there—even if it kills you not to interfere.”

Renner’s head sank toward his chest. “I don’t know if I can.”

Bryn came closer, cupping his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Whatever they do, make it about you. Let her see your desire. Let her know it’s killing you to give her this.” She glanced down at his erection and whistled softly. “And don’t bother with clothing. If she doesn’t already know she’s blessed…” She smiled up at him, an impish grin that tugged his mouth into a smile. “You can do this. Turn it around. She’ll see only you.”

Ethan cleared his throat. A harsh sound that deepened Renner’s grin. “You’re a lucky man,” Renner said, giving her bared shoulders and rounded belly a quick perusal. And then he straightened and headed to the door. If Bryn was on his side, she must not think he’d done any lasting harm. He’d trust her instincts. She knew Miren better than anyone.

Mikkel closed the door and glanced up at his brother, who’d just applied more oil to Miren’s belly. He gave them both a nod and strode toward them. Already, Miren’s skin was quivering, imagining Renner watching, while continuing to enjoy the soothing strokes of Elias’s hands.

The thought was decadent. Not something she’d ever entertained in her wildest imaginings. Three men desired her. Two were bent on providing her pleasure while torturing a third.

How would Renner react? Would he be angry? Inspired?

“He’s coming. I heard him on the porch,” Mikkel said, then quickly unbuttoned his pants and left them on the floor.

Elias grinned and rose from the bed to strip as well.

Both men were aroused, their cocks thrusting from nests of brown hair at their groins. Both were beautiful, perfectly proportioned, typical for demons—and why there were so many tales in human lore of their ability to attract human women.

The men settled on the bed on either side of her, resting on their sides, one hand caressing her while they bent to kiss her breasts. Miren bit her lip and held her breath, ready for whatever came. Hopefully, it would be her.

This was the sight that greeted Renner as he opened the door. Moonlight filtered in from the open window, illuminating the tableau on the bed. Instant rage flushed his skin, but he tamped it down, kept his inner beast leashed while he padded to the arm chair beside the window and lowered himself slowly.

He was sure all three engaged on the bed were aware of his arrival. Their play appeared staged. As though they’d waited with an ear at the door for his arrival and then rushed to take their places.

Miren gave a moan and arched, thrusting her breasts against the other men’s mouths. Mikkel groaned and latched his mouth around one ripe areola, while Elias skimmed a hand down her belly and began to play in her soft curls. Her legs moved restlessly apart then together. She turned her head to find him in his chair, her gaze holding steady with his.

Did she see the anger glittering in his eyes? Did she see how aroused he was? He gripped his cock and gave himself a stroke just to make sure she noticed.

Her lips curved at the corners, but there was moisture welling in her eyes. She was aroused and yet ashamed of that fact. And while he was relieved she felt as though she was betraying him, in that instant, he realized he never wanted her to feel that way. That he was stronger, their bond deeper. Nothing would ever change that. He felt that in his core.

“It’s all right, love,” he whispered, relaxing his grip on the arm of his chair and on his cock. “I’m here. Take your pleasure. Give them theirs. When you are done, know you are still mine.”

Mikkel lifted his head and gave him a hard glare. “You hurt her.”

Renner nodded, never letting his gaze leave hers. “I did. And for that, I’m truly sorry.”

“We concede your claim,” Elias said, although his fingers continued to swirl in her folds. “But we will remain her protectors. Know this. If you hurt her again, you’ll face us both.”

Again, he nodded. Then he sat back, relief spilling through him. “Pleasure her. I want to watch. I promise no repercussions.”

Mikkel and Elias shared grins and then bent back to their tasks.