“She’s here.” Logan said that quietly, focusing on what his power told him. He intercepted the hum and knew she sensed his power—his and Cameron’s. He figured she would have to know what that meant for her, generally, but she would have no idea the source of the magic was them, specifically. She wouldn’t know that until she laid eyes on them.
They took their time once inside the large home. Of course, the first order of business was to congratulate their hosts on their fortieth wedding anniversary. People were gathered all through the lower level of the building. There was a library, and a salon, as well as a great room with glass doors that led to the gardens out back.
William and Emily were holding court in the great room, both of them standing near the fireplace opposite the patio doors. The line moved quickly, and it didn’t take long for it to be their turn.
“There you are, Logan. Glad you could make it.” William shook his hand, the older man’s grip firm but not brutal.
“I wouldn’t have missed tonight’s party, sir. Congratulations to you both.” Logan was on a first-name basis with both William and Emily, but he always used the manners his mother had drilled into him. When he took Emily’s hand, he kissed it.
“You look lovelier every time I see you, Emily.”
The woman laughed. “Ah, Logan, it’s the Irish in you talking.”
Not Irish, but close enough. He grinned. “May I present my brother, Cameron Gilbert. Cam, meet our hosts and celebrants of forty years of wedded bliss, William and Emily Weymouth.”
“I’m pleased to meet you. Congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you. I understand you’ve been overseas, working with Maria’s Quest.” Emily’s expression let them know she thought this was something very good.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ve spent the last several months in Indonesia.”
“How long will you be stateside?” William asked.
“For the foreseeable future, sir. I’ve been asked by the charity to head up a project working with inner city kids right here in Los Angeles. I’m looking forward to the challenge—and to being close to my family for a change, of course.”
“Excellent. That is one of the things I truly admire about Maria’s Quest,” Emily said. “They embrace the concept that charity truly does begin at home.”
Logan and Cameron moved on because the line behind them of people waiting to greet the hosts was long. Having been a guest here several times in the past, he led the way through the downstairs area. There were a couple of bars set up—one outside and one in a corner of the great room.
Logan raised one eyebrow, and when Cameron nodded, they stopped at the bar. William Weymouth was a man of simple tastes. Though he provided the best in wine, bourbon, Scotch, and other spirits, there was also a good selection of beer, and even water and soft drinks.
She’s outside, in the garden. Logan sent the message to his brother knowing full well that Diana, in such close proximity, would now be completely aware that there were other people of power close by. She would have intercepted that little zing.
Together he and his brother stepped outside. He saw the moment Cameron’s eyes lit up and knew that he’d caught her wisp of magic—likely probing, trying to discover where the source of the magic she’d intercepted could be.
Her use of her power led them directly to her.
Her back was to them, and he took a moment to appreciate the view. She wore a dress in classic black, one that fell to just below her luscious derriere. Her beautiful black hair was down, and it was the first time he’d seen how long it was. Logan absolutely loved the way the ends of her tresses teased the top of her ass cheeks.
She’s worried. She’s not thinking it’s her mates who’re here but someone who’s an enemy. What the hell, man?
Cameron’s observation was spot-on. Logan wanted her senses heightened, but he didn’t want her worried or afraid.
“Diana, it’s all right, love.”
At her name she turned, saw them, and then tried to look around them to see if there was someone else behind them.
“Darlin’, please stop worrying, you’re killing us both.”
Her gaze snapped to him and his brother, and then her eyes widened.
“I...you....but...” Diana literally sputtered, and Logan would be willing to bet a year’s salary that had never happened to her before.
“It wasn’t time before to let you see, but now it is, so I’ve dropped my wall. Surprise.”
She continued to gawk at them, and Logan thought her response was better than he’d thought it would be.
“This is Cameron Gilbert, my stepbrother.”
Cam stepped forward and took her right hand in both of his. Then he raised it to his lips. “We meet at last, my mate.”
Cam’s words snapped her out of her stupor. “Mate? Mate?”
“Technically,” Logan said, “that’s mates—plural.”
“Oh no! In fact, oh, hell no! No! Destiny couldn’t be so...so cruel!”
Logan felt his brother’s gaze sear him. He turned to meet it with his own. “You didn’t tell me you’d turned our mate into your nemesis.” Cam’s words, edged with steel, let Logan know not only that he’d dipped into Diana’s mind, but how pissed he was at what he found there, where Logan was concerned.
“What can I say?” Logan shrugged. Maybe he had gone overboard, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He felt his smile, the one Cam had told him was goofy, spread across his face. “Diana is such a damn delight to tease.”
Diana shook her head. “This is...more than I can cope with right now.” She didn’t say anything else. She just handed Logan her drink and fled.
He raised the glass to his lips and took a sip. “Hm. She drinks the same wine you do.”
“Good to know.”
They hadn’t wasted any time but had walked through the house to the master bedroom. Before them, a large four-poster stood, waiting. Around the room, a dozen or more candles appeared, their gentle flames casting a soft light and a light fragrance.
They certainly know how to set the mood. I’ll give them that.
“You’re going to think everything to death, aren’t you?” Logan stood before her, that half-grin, half-smirk on his face. She felt his magic, but more, she felt his masculine power.
“I tend to do that.”
“I know. It’s what makes you a kick-ass representative of Weymouth Parsons.”
“Such a trait, however, is less desirable in a lover.” Cameron stood at her back. His softly spoken assertion tickled her ear.
“I guess it is.” Diana shivered in response to the heat of them, to the scent of man that filled her and took over her senses. “But I don’t know how to shut that off.”
“We do. Will you trust us?” Logan’s gaze held hers, and for once, she saw no humor there in his eyes or on his face. She saw only desire, and it was desire for her.
He didn’t ask her if she did trust them, but if she would. Clever, clever man to put it just that way.
“Yes. For this time, and in this place, I will trust you.” She swallowed, not knowing what was coming but understanding her pledge just given was about to be tested.
“Excellent.” He leaned forward and placed the gentlest of kisses on her lips. Then he stood back, and as he looked at her, her clothing vanished.
That was the second time in just a few hours he’d rendered her naked with his power. “You’re getting pretty good at that.”
Logan’s clothes disappeared, and Diana took the opportunity to let her gaze drink in his body. His chest held a nice dusting of hair, and his cock—already hard—made her mouth water.
“I can hardly wait to take you in hand.” She grinned as she said that. Her grin turned to a frown when something black appeared in his hand.
Behind her, the sound of a metallic clang made her jerk.
Logan held up the object in his hand. “You’ll have to wait a bit on that, sweetheart. We have other plans for you first.” Then he stepped forward and blindfolded her.
She opened her mouth to protest and then shut it. Cameron drew her arms together in front of her and fastened something soft around her wrists.
“Let go, now, Diana. Let go, and let us have you.”
It was the hardest thing she’d ever done, especially after what had happened earlier. It took her a moment. Then she remembered that here stood the two men who were destined to be her mates and who had already saved her life.
She sighed and used every bit of her will to just...let go.
Magic lifted her and laid her on a soft, cool sheet. The bed dipped on both sides of her. Someone raised her arms over her head, and another clang let her know she’d been cuffed to the bed.
She could be free with a thought, and yet her thoughts were only on submitting, on truly letting go, as if she was indeed their captive—or their sub.
Lips and hands kissed and caressed, heat penetrated, and the scent of them, two hot males, permeated her soul. Her arousal, now that she was held captive, soared free. Each touch, each taste, sent her high and then higher still. Her left nipple accepted the lap of a rough tongue then pebbled hard inside a hot, sucking mouth. Her flesh tingled as lips, opened and moist, brushed against the side of her breast and the sensitive area beneath.
A gentle hand on the side of her face turned her head, and a hot, wet mouth covered hers.
She drank deeply, even as her lover’s tongue commanded hers to yield. His mouth suckled hers, and Diana sank deep into the moment, into the wonderfully liberating experience of surrender.
The flavor of her lover just made her thirst for more. Hands pushed, and in submission, she parted her legs wider to obey the unspoken request.
Her lover ended their kiss, nuzzling her cheek and ear, and she had the sense he was looking down her body.
The puff of warm air, the sound of inhalation, and a sweet kiss on the inside of her thigh drew a moan from the depths of her soul. Then a tongue brushed her slit, bottom to clit, and Diana couldn’t prevent her hips from undulating, seeking more.
Soft masculine chuckles vibrated against her already moist folds. Then her lovers began to consume her as one’s lips and tongue caressed and teased her pussy while the other’s captured her mouth once more.
Oral feasting, above and below, sent shivers and quivers of arousal and need cascading over and through her. Diana drank. She pressed her pussy toward a hungry mouth, and she reveled in the silent, dark lovemaking transforming her.
As if pushed to the limit, lips tore themselves from her mouth. She felt movement right there on her left and sensed this lover’s next demand. His heat increased, and she inhaled, drawing in the scent of his cock.
Diana’s need to give eclipsed her need to take, joyously so. She opened her mouth, and when she felt the hot, soft brush of a cockhead on her lips, she made a humming sound of pleasure and sucked him in.