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“How is that possible?” Angus asked as he tried to imagine going through life without anyone noticing he was there. “She’s an amazing woman with an incredible heart. How the fuck didn’t anyone notice?”

“I think maybe she’s been going against her nature ever since she met us. You know the way she is when she cooks? She just gets in and does the job. She doesn’t ask for thanks, or expect help, or even think she deserves it. She just does it and then goes on to the next task. I think that’s who she really is. The argumentative, stand-up-for-herself woman that we’ve seen is her trying to break out of that biddable personality that basically left her invisible to others.”

“So what changed? Surely you telling her you loved her shouldn’t have caused this sort of reaction.”

“I’m not sure it did.” He laughed again in that self-deprecating sound that suggested nothing about this situation was funny. “My timing could have been better, but I think it was learning that the other Oracle’s receptacles had extraordinary powers that she doesn’t have that changed everything.”

“I guess that makes sense. Being one of the six women we’d been searching for made her special, a part of something, part of a group. Learning that she didn’t share their skills must have felt like she was invisible once more.”

“Exactly.”

“So the fact that she wants her own room…”

“Is her pulling away from us.”

Now Angus could feel a headache forming behind his eyes. When he’d thought the problem was just a disagreement between Dyson and Kristen, he’d felt confident there would be a resolution soon. But if what Dyson surmised was actually true, then they were faced with something far more difficult to fix. Suddenly, the vague rosy future he’d been planning for the three of them seemed far less certain.

“If you figured all of this out, why haven’t you done anything about it?”

Anger flared briefly in Dyson’s eyes, the flames of his demon heritage dancing in his irises, but he quickly locked the emotion away.

“Because nothing we can say or do will fix it. She doesn’t have the skills of the others. We can’t make her feel a part of something that she isn’t really a part of, and we can’t expect her to change to suit us. If she’d stayed in the quiet, mousy personality, chances are neither of us would have noticed her any more than we’ve noticed any of our other assignments. If she hadn’t argued with us and stood up for herself, she would have been as invisible to us as she was to everyone else.”

Angus didn’t know whether to laugh or tear the man in two. He settled for words, since unexplained humor and uncontrolled violence wouldn’t do either of them any good.

“For a smart man you really are an idiot sometimes.” Dyson looked stunned by Angus’s announcement rather than insulted. “It doesn’t matter what personality trait first caught our attention. The only question is do we love the woman underneath? Did you feel she was playing some sort of acting part in bed with us? Do you think she was only pretending to like the sex?”

Dyson shook his head, either in denial of his questions or from complete and utter confusion. Whatever the fire demon meant by his response, Angus decided to push on.

“Simple fact is that we both love her because of the woman underneath. Not the outward behavior but the true, loving personality underneath. She cares for us. I know she does. If she’s pulling away like you suggest, then it’s because she’s worried we love the illusion she created, not the shy, devoted, sweet woman underneath.”

“Then why are we standing here talking about it when we could be upstairs proving it to our woman?”

Angus laughed softly, nodded his approval, and then followed Dyson upstairs.

Chapter Eight

 

Her bedroom door flew open, nearly scaring the life out of her. She sat up in bed, her hand pressed against her heart, as she stared at the men who came into her room.

“What’s happened?” she asked quickly. Surely they would have knocked if it was anything less than an emergency.

“We’ve decided,” Angus said, with a grin that could only be described as determined, “that you’ve had enough time wallowing in self-pity.”

“Wallowing?” she asked in a nearly breathless voice. The accusation stung, even if it was a little bit true.

“Yes, baby girl, wallowing.” Both men stood at the end of the bed, arms crossed over their muscular chests, their eyes watching her every expression. “Did you think we would let you go just because you don’t have the same skills as the others?”

“But I don’t,” she said quietly, the shock of being confronted this way making her voice stronger than she’d intended. “I’m not one of them. I’m not a part of this…this…war or whatever it is that I somehow found myself in. I’m a plain-old ordinary human in the middle of a bunch of extraordinary beings. I’m not special. I’m no one. I don’t belong here.” And then under her breath she added, “I don’t belong anywhere.”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and she closed her eyes against the fear that this was really the end. They’d finally realize that she was no one special and then go on with their own lives.

She felt the bed dip on either side of her, and she opened her eyes in confusion.

“You belong right here, baby girl,” Angus said as he slid an arm around her waist.

“You’re special to us. You belong with us. We don’t want to live without you,” Dyson said and then leaned in to kiss her lips softly. “I love you, Kristen.”

“Same here,” Angus said, squeezing her waist just a little tighter. “I love you, baby. Please give the three of us a chance to build a life together. Don’t turn away from us.”

Her heart was beating so hard she was liable to break a rib. “You still love me even though I’m no one?”

Before she could comprehend what was happening, she found herself facedown over Dyson’s lap. His warm hand rubbed her bottom through the thin material of her pajama pants.

“Say that one more time and I’m going to smack your ass. Are we clear?”

She was so distracted by the unexpected sexual arousal from her helpless position that she almost didn’t comprehend the question.

“Is that clear, Kristen?” Angus asked as he knelt down so that he could see her face.

“If I call myself a…um…nobody again, I’m going to get spanked?”

“Correct,” Dyson said, his hand still rubbing over her ass.

“And if I…um…actually want to be…um…” She couldn’t force the words past her lips. It seemed so wrong to be this turned-on by something that was essentially an act of violence. A part of her doubted that Dyson would smack her even if she did call herself a no one again. This was really just his way of getting her attention, but the sexual arousal it was causing was off the charts. She didn’t know whether to shrink away in embarrassment or beg for him to help her understand why she wanted this. Hell, would either man even understand an urge she herself couldn’t explain?

“Holy fuck,” Angus said, gripping her chin roughly and lifting her face to his. “You actually want to be spanked.” She could feel a hot blush creeping over her skin, but Angus smiled and kissed her hard.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby girl. There is nothing I would enjoy more than covering your beautiful ass with my handprint.”

Kristen moaned when she felt Dyson tug at the material of her pajama pants. He had them to her knees before she even thought to stop him. But then Angus grabbed her hands, trapping them in his own as liquid excitement trickled through every inch of her.

Both men groaned as the musky scent of her arousal filled the air and her pussy pulsed in anticipation.

“We’ll start slowly,” Angus said in a voice that she figured wasn’t just meant for her.

“Slow is good,” Dyson agreed as he tapped her bottom a couple of times. She hardly felt the slight sting and wiggled her hips, hoping for more. Both men laughed softly, but then Dyson’s hand smacked her harder, and she forgot everything else except the exquisite feeling of being surrounded by her men once more.

The next slap was even harder, the sharp sting going straight to her throbbing clit. She gasped, wriggling in their combined hold, and discovered that she had no control. Arousal flooded all of her senses, her skin tingling, her muscles shaking, her every nerve ending flaring to excited life. She moaned as the hits came faster, the combination of pleasure and pain sending her spiraling out of control.

As her orgasm hit, thick fingers pushed into her pussy, forcing her wider as Dyson’s thumb pressed against her anus. She gasped at the unexpected sensation but couldn’t deny the intense pleasure. Every muscle was shaking, her orgasm bursting again as Dyson pushed his thumb deep into her ass. He held it still, groaning as her muscles squeezed around him and her climax pulsed on and on.

She lay across his knees, panting hard, her eyes closed as sensation flowed over her like never-ending waves of hot lava scorching her from the inside out.

As her orgasm finally slowed and she managed to catch her breath, she still couldn’t find the energy to actually move. She probably made a rather strange sight—rumpled pajama pants around her knees, bottom glowing from her spanking, Dyson’s thumb still in her ass.

She moaned as he slowly pulled the thick digit from her anus.

“Where’s the lube?”

“What?” she squeaked before she could control her fear. She knew neither of these men would ever hurt her, but she’d never even considered anal play before.

“It’s okay, baby,” Angus said as he leaned over to press a kiss against the warm flesh of her ass. “I promise you’ll enjoy this, but if it’s not what you want, all you have to do is say ‘no.’”

“O–Okay,” she said, trying to control her fear. She trusted them with her life. She knew she could trust them not to hurt her.

The sound of some sort of liquid being squirted from a tube had her asshole clenching in nervous anticipation.

“Relax, baby. Take a deep breath and then let it out slowly.” She did as Angus ordered, trying to let the anxiety flow away as Dyson’s slippery fingers smoothed over her anus.

“Good girl,” he said as he slipped a finger into her back passage. He wiggled it, pushing in an out of her ass very slowly, very carefully. She heard the sound of more lube being squeezed from its container and then shivered slightly as the cold liquid rolled between her ass cheeks and Dyson worked it into her back passage. Soon he added a second finger, the uncomfortable stretch offset by the incredible heat as nerve endings she’d never known buzzed to life.

She gasped, unconsciously pushing back against his fingers, demanding more, begging with her body for something she’d never even imagined asking for. She barely noticed Angus leave the bed, but the sound of him slicking up his cock caught her full attention. Just the thought of having his thick, hard rod up her ass sent a nervous shiver up and down her spine.

“We’ll take it nice and easy, baby,” Angus said as Dyson eased his fingers from her ass and Angus replaced them with his cock. “Just like before, I want you to take a deep breath and then let it out slowly.”

She did as he asked, forcing herself to continue breathing out, keeping her muscles relaxed as he pushed the head of his cock against her tight ring of muscle. A voice in her head urged her to squirm away, but Dyson held her trapped, one hand pushing her upper body lower, forcing her ass higher in the air, the other underneath her, caressing her clit as Angus slid farther into her ass.

“Good girl,” Angus said breathlessly as he sank into her body as far as he could go. He held still for a moment, and then his large hands curled around her hips and lifted her slightly higher. He groaned as he pushed deeper, holding her hard against him.

“How’re you doing, sweetheart?” Dyson asked as he squeezed her clit tighter.

Seriously? Did they really think she could answer rationally with a massive cock in her ass, clever fingers at her clit, and her orgasm ready to explode? “Fuck me,” she managed to order breathlessly.

Angus chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

And then her world tilted off its axis. Angus started thrusting into her ass, slowly building the speed, the depth, the force of each entry. Dyson rubbed her clit, the slippery friction tipping her arousal into the stratosphere. She screamed, orgasm exploding over her, every muscle shaking violently, every nerve ending vibrating with delight.

Angus growled, his hands gripping her tighter, pulling her against him harder and harder as wave after wave after wave of heat washed over her entire body. He dragged her away from Dyson’s lap, lifting her onto the bed on her hands and knees.

“Suck him,” Angus ordered as Dyson rushed to undress and then slid onto the bed in front of her. She hesitated a moment—she’d never given a blow job before—but Angus’s slap on her thigh had her doing exactly what he asked. She opened her mouth over Dyson’s hard cock, moaning as the slightly salty flavor burst over her taste buds.

“Holy shit,” Dyson exclaimed as he threaded his hands through her hair and controlled her movements. Angus laughed slightly, and then started moving in her ass once more.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, pulling her closer as he found her clit and squeezed the swollen bud once more. “Come again.”

She gasped as her body did exactly what Angus demanded. Liquid heat drenched her as she sucked harder against Dyson’s cock and tried not to scream. Her arms shook violently, barely holding her up as both men started to move into her in unison. Angus thrust deep into her ass, Dyson pushing to the back of her throat, as they took her harder and faster.

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