Harvest Moon (Beaux Rêve Coven 4)

“We frightened you,” Nikon said gently.

“You weren’t supposed to go after him. I poured the thieves oil over him, we cast the spell. You were not supposed to be sucked up into the sky with him.”

“He was going after you,” Ali said. “We couldn’t let him take you.”

She huffed a breath then leaned against Nikon’s chest. His hands gripped her forearms while Ali slipped his arms around her waist. Together, they swayed until she grew calm.

Nikon cleared his throat. “We should get you home.”

Radha leaned back her head, letting it rest on Ali’s shoulder while she gazed into Nikon’s eyes. “It’s the Harvest Moon. It’s a time of abundance. And I want abundance.”

Ali’s chest jerked against her back. Nikon’s mouth stretched.

“Would that abundance include lots of dirty sex?” Ali whispered in her ear.

“Yes. Fucking. Real fucking. Not dream-shit.”

He kissed her shoulder. “I take it that you’re okay with our sharing you after the ritual.”

“Well…yeah, sure.”

Nikon slid his knee between her legs and rubbed his thigh against her pussy. “You will have to choose your mate. The one who will claim you and give you a child.”

Her shoulders slumped. “But I don’t want to choose.”

“Do you trust me?” Nikon said, holding her gaze.

She nodded, because she did, implicitly.

“Then come back to the oak. The women have prepared your bed. You needn’t choose until the moment comes. I think you will know what to do.”

She wasn’t so sure. She loved both men. In very different ways. Ali kept her on her toes, always wondering about his changing moods, and she thrilled to his intensity. Nikon was…

Good Goddess, why was it she kept thinking about his cock? Binding with a man because he had a glorious cock wasn’t enough of a reason to cleave to him. But there was more to him. More than his large, very muscled frame. More than his horse body. He was a gentle presence, always watchful, always aware of what she needed. With him, she would always find comfort.

They neared the oak, and she was half-disappointed everyone was still there, because if they’d gone home, she could have pushed off this decision until another moon. However, she saw the pretty bower the women had prepared. Soft cushions draped in some of her finest weavings. Rose petals covering the bed, and garlands of other blooms hanging from the poles that stood at one end. How odd that they’d made the bed so open. Usually, the bridal bower resembled a lean-to. A cozy nook for a pair of lovers to enter and make love.

This bed was large enough, open enough, to accommodate all three of them.

Her heart stuttered, and then pounded loudly in her chest and at her temples. She could have both. She knew how.

She came to a halt and pulled on the men’s hands holding hers. They faced her. “I’ve made my choice,” she whispered.

Both men drew in deep breaths. Ali’s expression was shuttered, but his eyes sparkled. Nikon’s features were stiff.

“Nikon,” she said, letting go of his hand. “Go lie on your back on the mattress.”

Nikon’s chest rose, but he looked at Ali.

Ali gave him a nod and a half-smile.

Radha shook her head and tugged on his hand. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Then she led him to the mattress, and they both waited while Nikon rested on his back, his large cock pointing toward the moon. “You can’t come until I say,” she told Nikon, and then straddled his waist. Already arouse

d and wet, she slowly took his cock inside her, hissing as unused muscles eased around him.

Then she glanced back at Ali. “You both have to fit. I wish…that you won’t come until Nikon does.”