Maximum Witch

chapter Twenty


For the second time in less than thirty-six hours, Harrison glared at the entrance of The Wet Spot. There couldn’t possibly be a leviathan on the planet with worst luck than him. It seriously made him consider saying f*ck it all and finding some nice, quiet cavern at the bottom of an ocean somewhere.

No, damn it. He was destined for better than that. And he sure as hell hadn’t gone to all this trouble, put up with the endless bullshit from previous employers and his current pain-in-the-ass hostess, only to chuck it all.

With that determination firing his blood, he loped across the street and barged into the strip club. Kragos was once again pouring shots behind the bar. Harrison had worked out his plan a million times in his head. Obviously it would require some duplicity—and the knockout drug in his waistcoat pocket—to convince Kragos to go along with everything.

Approaching Kragos, Harrison checked his appearance in the smoke-damaged mirror behind the bar. He’d gone to great lengths in creating an illusion of having just survived a bloody attack. The sleeves of his waistcoat looked like they’d lost the battle with a paper shredder, and his face bore deep gouges. Perhaps from a woman’s fingernails. In reality, they’d been his own. No matter. They would clear up as soon as he ditched this ridiculous uniform, since it was all merely part of the mirage he’d spun.

Kragos finally looked up from his bartending, a scowl overtaking his craggy face. “I haven’t changed my mind.”

The stupid bastard thought he was here to inquire about mentorship? Did he not see Harrison’s false wounds? Or maybe the buggerhead didn’t give a donkey’s dick. “Come, you must help me stop the crazy bitch. She plans to murder us all.”

Kragos passed one of the shot glasses to his mesmerized patron. “When did your mother get back in town?” The old geezer leviathan snickered at his own joke.

So now the jackwad was insulting Harrison’s mother. One more reason to kill Kragos once his usefulness was finished. “Not her. Reva Bellemuir.”

Kragos’s gaze whipped in Harrison’s direction. “What is this nonsense you speak?”

Oh, now he had the soul collector’s attention. “She’s escaped her prison and is building her army even as we speak. I was a fool to listen to her promises of riches in return for offering my services. I barely escaped her with my life intact.”

At long last, the elder leviathan seemed to notice Harrison’s disheveled appearance. “You know where she is?”

“Yes.”

“Take me to her.”

With pleasure. Harrison stepped aside as Kragos stormed out from behind the bar. He followed the old soul collector into the rear hallway of the strip club. Digging into his pocket, he snatched the cloth saturated with the knockout drug.

Kragos gave him an impatient glance. “You are the slowest creature ever. Armageddon will be here and gone before we reach my damn car.”

“No need to drive. I can teleport us.”

“You?” A snort blew from Kragos. “Not likely—” He broke off with a smothered grunt as Harrison slammed the cloth over his mouth.

Harrison struggled under the dead weight of Kragos’s unconscious body, but his satisfied smile still slid in place. “Yes, you see, I’ve been practicing, you a*shole.”

And with that, they both blinked out of sight.





Willa remained quiet on the ride back to the ducal mansion. Not that Max could blame her. He’d been pretty damn silent during the trip himself. It was difficult to dredge up much motivation to talk when all of their plans consistently insisted on hitting roadblocks.

They approached the gate fronting Justin’s property, and Max slowed the vehicle, waiting for the guard to buzz them through. Willa shifted restlessly on the backseat. “D-do you think we should try to find this Kragos?”

“Baby, I wouldn’t even know how to start. The leviathan community isn’t exactly accessible to those outside of it. And Frank didn’t have anything more than the creature’s name. I get the feeling that Kragos’s skill is usually enlisted for unsavory purposes, hence the reason he and his clients avoid being on anyone’s radar.” He met Willa’s gaze in the rearview mirror. He couldn’t tell if her expression was one of disappointment or relief. Possibly a combination of both.

The gate opened and he cruised past it. “I’m not giving up on this idea of getting your memories back. You’ve already proven that some of them are breaking through.” He mentally circled around to what she’d whispered last night before passing out. Help me remember, Max. Help me get back.

Help get her back to where? Where all of her memories began and died?

Atlantis. It had to be. But how did he go about getting her there when he couldn’t even convince her to step into the portal?

Frustrated, he parked in front of the mansion and handed the keys over to Boone. While Willa escaped into the coolness of the house, Max hung back, his thoughts heavy.

“Any ideas on the next step?”

He jumped at the sound of Boone’s voice. Hell, he’d been so wrapped up inside his own head he hadn’t realized Boone was still in the vehicle. He glanced at his friend. “Yeah, but it’s not going to be easy.” He read the curiosity in Boone’s eyes. “I want to get her into the portal, but she’s deathly afraid of water.”

“Is that why she looked so spooked in the aquarium?” Boone juggled the keys between his hands. “Shit, that’s weird. Imagine a nymph being afraid of water.”

“It’s an implant.” He returned to staring out the windshield. Sunlight glinted off the mermaid in the fountain, making her scales sparkle. Absently, he watched the water trickling down the curves of the statue’s breasts.

Like a recording, Boone’s words replayed in Max’s mind. Imagine a nymph being afraid of water.

The tingles started along the nape of his neck. “Yes. That’s the key. Her nymph.” He turned toward Boone. “She can defeat her fear of water.”

“Uh, don’t you think her nymph would have done it by now?”

“That side of Willa has been repressed all this time.”

“Didn’t look that way last night.”

Recalling the event in question, Max stiffened behind his fly. “Yeah, I’ll grant you that. Sex definitely appears to coax her nymph out of hiding.”

“Then I’d say you know what you have to do.” Boone flashed a grin. “The things you gotta do in the name of duty, eh?”

“The only problem is it’s not exactly foolproof. There have only been two times that her nymph has made a complete appearance. I don’t know what to do to guarantee her showing up.”

Boone remained quiet for a moment before hooking his arm on the back of his seat. “Remember I dated that nymph from Virginia Beach a few years back?”

To be honest, he’d totally forgotten about it. There’d been too many lovers in and out of Boone’s life to be able to keep track of.

“Shelby liked when I…invited others into our bed.”

He stared at Boone. “You’ve had a f*cking threesome?”

Boone chuckled. “More than once. Like I said, she really got into it.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, it was damn hot. Plus I like to watch.”

Max automatically veered to Boone’s revelation from earlier that morning. He swallowed. He had a good inkling where Boone was headed with this, but he wanted to make sure before the conversation went much further. “You’re suggesting a threesome with Willa.”

Boone inclined his head. “It might work. Would you be okay with it?”

He let the question sink into his consciousness. Would he be able to handle seeing another man kiss Willa? Possibly f*ck her? Normally he would say no way in hell. But Boone wasn’t any other man. If there was anyone he trusted with Willa, it was his best friend. Plus he couldn’t deny how turned on he’d been, knowing Boone had watched them. Christ, if that did it for him, what would it be like actually having Boone in the middle of it all with them? The throbbing in his cock was all the answer he required. Still, he needed to know what he’d be getting himself into before agreeing to anything. “Would you want to touch Willa?”

“Yes. And most likely, that’ll be the best way to get her nymph into the action. But if you don’t want me to, I’ll content myself with watching. Well, and beating the salami.” Boone’s eyes twinkled.

Max chose to ignore that comment and the resulting visual that popped into his head. “I guess I would be okay with you touching. But it’s strictly up to Willa. I won’t ask her to do anything she’s not comfortable with.”

“You realize she’s probably not even going to be comfortable with you broaching the idea, right? I mean, Shelby was a full-blood nymph and engaged in orgies on a regular basis. Somehow I don’t see Willa as being that hardcore.”

Damn. He hadn’t considered that. Still, there’d been no mistaking the signs of her arousal while listening to Boone’s confession. “Maybe we’ll have to approach this in a roundabout way. So she’s not expecting it. That way Willa won’t have the chance to overanalyze it or freak out.” Kind of like he was doing at the moment.

Boone’s smile was loaded with sin. “In that case? Tonight, forget my advice about shutting your bedroom door.”



What the heck is taking them so long? Willa watched from her spot next to the Palladian window while Max and Boone continued yakking away in the Land Rover. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the subject of their chat. And it didn’t take much to figure out exactly what they were discussing—getting her damn memories back. It probably made no sense to Max why she was secretly terrified of that happening. Most folks would want to remember who they really were. But it was scary even contemplating giving up the person she’d always thought she was. Yes, it was an illusion. But a safe, comfortable one.

Okay, the truth was, she hated change. And this? Hell, it was the honkin’ mother of all changes. She slumped against the wall, the heaviness inside her staggering.

“How did everything go?”

She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Justin’s voice. Mentally steadying her runaway heart rate, she turned to face the duke. Max and Boone hadn’t told Justin the real reason for their trip to the aquarium, only that they’d tracked down a possible lead to the whereabouts of the trident. “We didn’t have much luck, unfortunately.”

“I’m sure something will turn up. We can’t lose hope yet.”

She somehow managed to return Justin’s smile, even though she’d hazard a guess that hers was filled with far less confidence. The duke started to take a step back, only to halt and cock his head to the side. “It’s odd, but I haven’t been able to shake this feeling that we’ve met before.”

“Maybe another lifetime?”

He chuckled. “Now there’s a whimsical thought.”

Not so much. Still, she couldn’t help wondering what life would have been like if Reva hadn’t gotten away with murder. Would she and Justin have been friends? Judging from the brief flash of memory she’d had yesterday, it seemed pretty likely. She glanced around the entry of the mansion, picturing what it would have been like growing up in such an environment. According to Max, the royal palace had been even more opulent.

Even so, it wasn’t unknown luxuries that she missed. Frankly, she didn’t give a crap about any of that stuff. The real treasures in life were those you loved. She’d had that with her parents, and later with Aurele.

She wanted it with Max. Yeah, there, she’d admitted it. He owned her heart. She harbored no doubts about it. Her past meant nothing if it didn’t include a future with him. She blinked and noticed that Justin was still watching her. Only now he wore a quizzical smile. She gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry, didn’t mean to daze off on you. I think I’m still just dazzled by your home.” It wasn’t entirely a lie, and it was less painful than fessing up about her heart being tied up in knots.

“It’s perfectly all right. I admit to sometimes looking around here and thinking to myself, bloody hell, I need to have a garage sale.”

His offhand quip earned her laugh. “Well, if you do? Invite me. I’ve got my eye on that mermaid fountain outside.” She tapped her chin. “Although, I bet it’d be a bugger fitting it in my car. Of course, Max is strong enough I could probably strap it to his back and have him haul it home for me.”

“He’s crazy about you, you know. Even a blind man would be able to see it.”

Her heart danced an ecstatic jig at Justin’s pronouncement. Still, her rational side refused to get too excited. “We haven’t known each other that long.”

“Does it matter? Sometimes one look is all it takes to know you’ve found your mate.” Despite the conviction in his words, a hint of sadness lurked in Justin’s eyes.

Before either of them could say anything more, the front door opened and Max and Boone stepped inside. They both glanced at her, but it was the red flush creeping along Max’s neck that made her suspicious.

Well, that answered that question. Obviously they had been talking about her in the car. “What have two been up to?”

“Nothing.” Max’s response came a little too fast, and it stood in sharp contrast to his guilty expression. She stared him down until he cleared his throat and looked away.

What the devil had he and Boone talked about that would make him turn red as a lobster? Before the night ended, she intended to find out.



She didn’t have much opportunity to grill either Max or Boone on their conversation as the evening progressed. But when dinner was announced and they all took their seats at the massive mahogany dining table and she took in the five millionth covert look that passed between Max and Boone, she knew something was definitely up. Chewing the tender sliver of lime-and-dill-glazed salmon the duke’s personal chef had prepared, she contemplated Max’s flushed features.

What the hell was going on with him?—she peeked at Boone and caught his loaded smile—damn it, with both of them?

Dinner seemed to drag on forever. By the time it wrapped up and Justin inquired if anyone cared for dessert, her eyes were drooping.

“No, thank you.” Her yawn slipped free. Mortified, she covered her mouth. “Sorry. These late nights are starting to get to me.”

Max lurched to his feet. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

She stared at him. “It’s barely eight.”

“You said you were tired.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to go to bed right now.”

Heavy disappointment fell across Max’s face, and Boone chuckled.

“I think our boy’s impatient to get the night rolling.”

“Why? Does he have a hot date planned?” she couldn’t help grousing as she rose from her seat.

For some reason, Max’s cheeks turned even ruddier.

“Well, whatever you do, I’m afraid you’ll have to count me out,” Justin said as they walked from the dining room. “The only hot date in my future is with some immensely boring investment reports.” After brushing a courtly kiss across her knuckles, he abandoned them for his office.

She glanced at Max and noticed the stony set of his jaw. Okay, now what was that about? He met her eyes and his fierceness softened.

Leaning down, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was a thousand degrees hotter than the one Justin had offered. Easing back, he skated his fingers along the side of her breast. “Are you sure I can’t talk you into going to bed?”

Oh. So that’s why he’d been in a rush to get her upstairs. He was in the mood for a little mattress mamboing. She should have guessed. Licking her lips, she tasted his spiciness and the faint hint of the chardonnay they’d partaken in at dinner. “Tempting as that is, I think maybe I should take a shower first. I skipped one this morning, and I’m probably all sticky and gross.”

“Can I join you?”

“You want to take a shower with me?” Okay, wow, she’d said that pretty damn loud. Embarrassed, she peeked over Max’s shoulder. Fortunately, Boone was nowhere to be seen, and the door to Justin’s office was closed. Hopefully he hadn’t heard.

Max’s grin was an invitation to all kinds of wicked delights. “I like the idea of soaping all your fun parts. What do you say?”

She’d never taken a shower with anyone before, much less a man. Biting her lip, she peered at Max. Make that an incredibly gorgeous man who was fantastically good with his teeth. And every other part of him. “I think I could get on board with a group shower.”

For some reason, Max choked on a cough. Grabbing him by the hand, she headed toward the spiral stairway. Her gaze landed on the marble sculpture of a group of sirens, and a shiver coursed through her. There was no question the creatures were devastatingly beautiful, but she’d never be able to look at them without recalling the hateful evilness of Reva. “D-do you think Aurele…?” A thick lump of worry clogged her throat.

Max hugged her close, his nearness and his strength comforting. “She’s a smart woman. Aurele knows damn well that Reva has to keep her alive. I wouldn’t doubt it if she’s taunting Reva about that very fact.”

Some of the ache eased in her chest. “You’re right. That’s so something Aurele would do.”

Bending, Max tipped her into his arms. She gasped at the spontaneous action. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“Sweeping you off your feet.”

“Wow, that’s an incredibly cheesy line.” But it still filled her heart with giddiness.

Max took the rest of the stairs two at a time. When they reached their room, rather than set her down, he carried her all the way into the opulently appointed bathroom. One look at the enormous Jacuzzi tub and she changed her mind about the shower. Max moved behind her. Sliding his palms across her tummy, he nuzzled her neck. “We could put those jets to good use.”

“Mm, yes, we could.” She toed off her sandals while Max relieved her of her top. He flung it aside and rasped down the zipper on her capris. She shimmied from the garment and removed her bra and panties before leaning over the tub and cranking on the faucet. Satisfied the temperature of the water was absolutely perfect, she pivoted.

Max was still fully dressed.

She plunked her hands on her hips. “Why aren’t you naked?”

“I was too busy ogling your delectable ass.” His eyes glowed with the heat of his desire. Seeing the evidence of how much he wanted her filled her with a seductive wantonness. Without thinking twice about her actions, she cupped her breasts, her fingertips brushing her nipples. Max watched her, his eyelids growing heavy. “You getting those pretty nipples ready for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.” She plucked the pebbled tips and moaned.

His motions swift and impatient, Max kicked off his shoes and made short work of the rest of his clothing. She took her time admiring his muscular, yummilicious body, her p-ssy growing damp as she noticed the thickening of his shaft. A clear bead of precome pearled from the tiny slit. She dropped to her knees in front of him and gathered that glistening teardrop with her tongue. Max groaned, his chiseled abdomen quivering. It was heady, knowing she had such an effect on him.

She stretched her hand around his girth, her fingers unable to meet. It was a miracle he was able to fit inside her. But it felt oh so wonderful when he did fill her full with his hard cock. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked down his length, working him toward the back of her throat. His fingers stroked through her hair, and she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

His glittery eyes were locked on the movement of her mouth. “Yes, baby. F*ck. That feels good.”

She hummed in response and he jerked. Sliding his hand beneath her chin, he quickly eased her off him. Worried she’d done something he didn’t care for, she offered him an uncertain look.

“Too much more of that and I would have come,” he said, apparently reading her mind and wanting to reassure her. He hugged her tight and kissed her slowly, temptingly, before he lifted her and climbed into the tub. They settled into the steaming water. It was like being cocooned in a warm, seductive oasis. She sat in his lap and he cupped her breasts, the pads of his thumbs grazing her nipples. He seemed fascinated by the way they puckered beneath his touch. The bath water continued filling around them, its silky glide adding its own brand of friction. She scooped up a handful and splashed it down Max’s chest, watching the rivulets stream into his bellybutton.

He kissed her, his tongue a teasing flicker. “You have no idea what this is doing to me. The heat. The water. You.”

She had to admit it was all getting to her too. Max and the water were proving to be a potent blend of the ideal aphrodisiac.

The swirling steam was leaving beads of condensation on her skin. Max lowered his head and sucked the droplets from her flesh, paying particular attention to her nipples. His big hands kneading her breasts, he looked at her with a hot intensity. “I want to go down on you. Feel you come on my tongue before you do the same around my cock.”

She whimpered. Both at the request and the huskiness of Max’s voice.

“Lay back. But whatever you do, don’t turn on the jets.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.”

Angling her legs better, she rested her head on the padded vinyl pillow that’d been thoughtfully suctioned to the lip of the tub. Max reached behind him and dialed off the faucet. He stretched over her, his mouth inches away from hers. Their breath mingled for a moment before he scooted backward. Max’s smoky gaze held her in place. His body morphed into the same watery substance he’d utilized at the aquarium, and an instant later he disappeared.

Confused, she started to sit up, only to stop and gasp when a caressing ripple eddied over her. The sensation wasn’t localized to only one area of her skin. No, it was everywhere. A funneling pressure pushed onto her inner thighs, almost like the imprint of hands. She automatically spread her legs wider. Max’s essence enveloped her in a lush, erotic heat wave. It floated over her, through her, and she opened her senses fully to its presence.

A series of tiny bubbles bobbed her *, their tingle like a seductive tease. She arched her hips, and Max’s mouth came into full play, closing around her p-ssy. A cry ripped from her, and she flattened her palm on the side of the tub, trying not to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure Max was giving her. His tongue toggled her *, something thicker burrowing into her channel. His fingers? Yes, unless he possessed mad contortionist skills when he was in water form. The notion would have made her laugh, but she was moaning, on the brink of a powerful orgasm. Without the benefit of words, she felt Max’s determination to push her past the pinnacle.

He got his wish.

Shuddering, she came hard. Came endlessly. She lost track of time, of anything beyond Max and the dizzying climaxes rocking her body.

Eventually Max’s mouth let her go, and she watched in a dazed stupor as his watery shape surged upward between her legs, slowly emerging into his human form. He scooped her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep, the thickness of his cock rubbing her belly. She moaned, trying to wiggle around and take him inside her. The velvety cap furrowed between her labia and eased past the entrance of her slit. She attempted to push down, but Max held her firm, refusing to let her take him deeper. The shallow penetration was a maddening tease. Particularly since Max sucked on her neck the whole time. The combination of sensations was too much to take and she came again, shuddering uncontrollably.

Max groaned. “Christ, that feels good, baby.” Massaging her ass, he f*cked her up and down his length, those tormenting, shallow strokes never granting her more than an inch or two of his cock. “It feels like you’re sucking me with your p-ssy.”

His observation was enough to hurtle her into an even stronger orgasm. He gave her just enough time to come down from the rush before lifting her off his cock. She whimpered and tried to pull him toward her again.

“It’s okay. I’m going to make this good for you, baby.” Water sloshed as he repositioned her so she was facing away from him. The next instant, he was buried inside her, providing that perfect fullness she craved. He hugged her to his chest, one hand sliding between her legs, the other cupping her breast. His mouth latched on to the side of her neck again and sucked with a rhythm she felt all the way down to her *. Groaning, she lolled her head to the side.

And shrieked when she saw Boone standing in the bathroom doorway with the mother of all erections.

Rather than leap from the tub and slam the door—or pound on Boone like she’d half expected him to—Max began plucking at her nipple and caressing her *. It dawned on her then. Maybe he didn’t know they had an audience. “M-Max…Boone…”

“I know, baby. The choice is yours.”

She tried to concentrate on his words, but it was damn difficult with his hands and his shuttling cock working in concert to send her over the edge for the millionth time. “What choice?”

“To let Boone stay. Or tell him to go.”

“S-stay? And do what?”

“Anything you want.”

Oh goddess. The possibilities inherent in that offer shouldn’t excite her so much. Tell that to her p-ssy though, which was soaking Max.

“Why don’t we let him watch us for a while longer while you decide?”

She didn’t fail to notice the deep timbre of Max’s voice, or how he’d become even harder, thicker, inside her.

He was turned on by this. Just as much as she was.

The realization only stoked her excitement more. She circled her hips, grinding into Max. The resulting catch of his breath was the sexiest thing ever. She heard Boone approaching and couldn’t resist meeting his hot gaze as he knelt on the edge of the tub. His jeans pulled snug against his groin, outlining his massive erection. She and Max were responsible for that. Wow.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Willa. Max is a lucky bastard.” Boone caressed her cheek, his touch making her nipples tighten. “I’d give anything to feel your sweet, wet p-ssy clinging to my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been this f*cking hard.” His hand moved to his fly, stroked over the denim. The sight held her mesmerized. Not even conscious of her motions, she gripped Boone’s thigh.

Max’s thumb moved more insistently on her *. “Do you want to touch his cock, sweetheart?”

She bit her lip, her fingers inching upward along the rough denim. Boone popped the buttons on his fly, and his engorged cock sprang free. Apparently he went commando. Must be a shifter thing. His shaft wasn’t as thick as Max’s, but maybe a tad longer, with a nice plum-shaped cap and a prominent, ridged vein running through its underside.

Boone didn’t do anything more to persuade or dissuade her to touch him. Not until she actually did. Her fingers curved around his shaft, just beneath the head, and he flexed his hips, causing his erection to slide through her grasp, tip to base and back again.

“F*ck. That feels good.” Boone’s husky words were an exact echo of Max’s. Only she didn’t have her mouth on him.

As if he’d read her mind yet again, Max traced the curvature of her spine, gently coaxing her closer to Boone’s cock. He feathered his lips along the shell of her ear when she hesitated. “Whatever you want, Willa, take it. This night is for you.”

Her thoughts drifted to the numerous secret looks that’d passed between Max and Boone. “Did you guys plan this?”

“Yes.” Another whisper-light stroke along her * accompanied Max’s admission.

She struggled to think past the sensual haze fogging her brain. “Why?”

“Don’t question, sweetheart. Just let yourself go.”

Something in Max’s words triggered a fierce wave of hunger. It coiled and unfurled, spreading outward in a sinuous spiral of heat. She stared at Boone’s cock, thrusting so temptingly inside the circle of her fist, and trembled with the need to taste him. Heeding that desperate call, she leaned over his lap, engulfing him in one downstroke. He tasted different than Max, but no less delicious.

Boone’s groans filled her ears, encouraging her to take him deeper, suck him harder. The silk-sheathed steel riding between her lips moved in perfect counterpoint to the cock buried in her p-ssy, stoking her desire to a fever pitch. Her body tingled with a lush decadence. Give yourself over to me. The voice wasn’t only a whisper inside her head, it reverberated in the marrow of her bones, the beat of her heart. She attempted to ignore it, shove away its insistent temptation, but the voice’s demand for submission wouldn’t abate. Take what I give you. What they give you. Her moans frantic, she bobbed faster on Boone’s shaft, her hips slamming into Max’s steady strokes.

“Make him come, baby.”

Max’s soft command spurred her on as much as the invisible intruder in her head. Intensifying her suction, she worked her hand inside Boone’s jeans and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. A shudder ripped through Boone. “Move off now if you don’t want me coming in your mouth.”

Rather than do as he suggested, she hummed around his flesh.

“Oh shit.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, Boone pumped his cock once toward the back of her throat before coming with a broken groan.

She swallowed, licking him slowly and thoroughly. Once she was done, Boone reluctantly pulled from her mouth and hunkered in front of the tub. He cradled her face. His lips met hers in a lush, exploring kiss while Max massaged her breasts and continued his indulgent thrusts into her wet core. Boone’s tongue glided along hers, mimicking the motion of Max’s cock. He leaned back, his eyes dark and purposeful. “I believe in returning favors.” He pushed to his feet and shucked his jeans. A second later he joined her and Max in the steamy water. His hands ghosting over her skin, Boone licked the valley between her breasts before journeying to her nipples. She squirmed and gasped, the combined pleasure of Max and Boone almost too exquisite to bear.

Without warning, Max rose from the water, taking her with him. He sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, positioning her so that she still faced away from him and straddled his cock but her feet were planted on the tub’s tiled ledge rather than in the water. Boone moved between their spread legs and a moment later, his tongue swirled over her *. She shivered at the foreign and incredibly naughty sensation of Boone going down on her while Max’s cock filled her.

“Does his mouth feel good?”

She shook, incapable of answering Max. His hands returned to worshipping her breasts. “Do you want us both together? Inside you?”

The notion of both their hard cocks buried deep in her p-ssy and ass was enough to trigger a small tidal wave of orgasms. Boone’s chuckle grazed her * and he looked up at her. “Should we take that as a yes?”

She pressed her cheek against Max’s chest, unable to voice her desires. He withdrew from her soaked sheath and combed his fingers through her hair with enough gentleness to bring tears to her eyes. “This night is for you, Willa. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“B-but you’ll be upset if I say yes.”

“No. I want to give you this.” He coaxed her to meet his eyes, and she saw the heat and tenderness held within them. “Not to mention, I want to make you lose control and come like crazy on our cocks.”

Max’s admission made her shiver. His hand slid to her breast, teased her rock-hard nipple. “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?”

She shook her head, and he flicked the corner of her lip with his tongue.

“Do you want mine there?”

Oh goddess. “Yes.”

A splashing noise drew her focus back to Boone, and she glanced at him as he grabbed something from the opposite end of the tub. She inspected the bottle in his hand. Unscented massage oil. “Did you guys put that there earlier?”

Boone’s eyes twinkled. “No, but I think we should thank Justin for his impeccable taste in bathroom accoutrements.”

Right. Like there’d be any chance in hell she’d divulge to the duke what the three of them were about to do in this tub. Boone unscrewed the cap from the bottle and set both on the side of the tub. “Why don’t you grease up Max while I get you ready?”

It took a moment to realize Boone was referring to the oil. And Max’s cock. Yeah, she doubted Max would go for the idea of Boone handling him. Though to be honest, it would be incredibly hot to see Boone’s fingers slicking along Max’s rigid length. She bit her lip in an effort to stifle her moan. Boone helped her to turn so that she was facing Max. Their gazes crashed into each other. Her heart pounding with excitement and an overflow of love, she leaned forward and kissed Max. He sipped at her lips, building the ravenous fire in her belly. His tongue curled around hers the exact moment Boone’s traced the curve of her tailbone. Boone gripped her butt cheeks and spread them. A second later she felt something soft and wet circling her hidden rosebud. Her eyes widened before crossing. A strangled gasp lodged in her throat.

“What is he doing?” Max’s voice was like gravel as he nibbled her lip.

“L-licking me.”

“Where?”

She couldn’t say the word. It was just so…dirty. So why did it feel incredibly naughty and delicious? Max’s warm breath feathered her mouth. “You haven’t answered me, baby.”

“Please don’t make me say it.” She groaned as Boone teased her with a slow, luscious stroke.

“Is his tongue playing with your ass?”

She whimpered in verification, and Max’s eyes blazed. “Does it feel good?”

There was no point in denying the obvious. She nodded, and Max sucked on her bottom lip before giving a sexy growl. “I can’t wait for my chance to do that. I’ll spend all night worshipping your ass and p-ssy with my mouth. Damn well count on it.”

Another chuckle came from Boone. “Hot as it is listening to your guy’s sex talk, we need to get the show on the road before I shoot off on my own here.”

She grabbed the bottle of massage oil and poured a healthy amount into her palm. Taking Max’s straining shaft in her hand, she lubricated his length with oil until his cock was glistening and swollen from her loving ministrations. His head had fallen back, revealing the tensed cords in his neck. He sucked harsh breaths through his teeth. It was obvious that he was desperately grappling for control, and the knowledge only drove her arousal higher.

Boone cupped her hips. “I think you’ve tortured him enough, darlin’. How about you let me and Max change places?”

She maneuvered out of the way while Boone replaced Max on the edge of the tub. Good goddess. Was she really going to go through with this? Not giving her time to let the uncertainty sink in, Boone reached for her. She hesitantly crawled into his lap and he hugged her, his palms skating in soothing circles along her spine. He kissed her before looking into her eyes. “Tonight is a gift I will treasure forever. And I know Max will too. You’re amazing, Willa.”

His words were like a balm to her doubts, and she snuggled into him with a sigh. The broad head of Boone’s cock eased into her slit. She shifted her hips and he sank deeper. They both groaned and she felt Max’s heat blanketing her back. A second later, his thickness nudged at her rosebud. The oil and her steam-relaxed muscles aided his penetration, and she barely experienced any discomfort as his shaft lodged to the hilt in her ass.

She was stuffed to overflowing with cock. Her body trembled with the magnitude of it. The indescribable pleasure of it. “I…it’s…oh goddess.”

Boone leaned back on his elbows and pumped his hips in slow countermotion to Max’s strokes. The friction of their dueling cocks soon had her gasping and mewling, clutching Boone like an anchor in the tempest of their pleasurable torture. His eyes were locked on her, filled with a fierce, inner heat. She imagined the same look on Max’s face as he pounded into her from behind.

As if he’d plugged into her thoughts, Max leaned down and kissed the side of her neck while he shafted her ass with deep thrusts. “Come for us, baby.”

It was all the invitation she needed. The orgasm exploded inside her and she cried out, her body alive with the fiercest pleasure she’d ever known. Max’s responding shout when he joined her in release plunged her deeper into the ecstasy zone.

Something shifted within her, like a door opening, and everything came crashing back like a tidal wave of images pummeling her brain. Tears streaming down her face as she clung to Aurele, the older woman’s footsteps pounding on the palace’s stone floor. Shouts and screams melting into the darkness as she and Aurele escaped through the portal. Waves all around her while an odd light strobed in the distance.

“The lighthouse.”

She didn’t realize she’d blurted the words until she snapped to and met Boone’s crooked grin.

“Not usually something a woman yells at climax.”

“I remember going there, after Aurele and I escaped.”

Max’s fingers tightened around her waist. His cock slipped free, and he leaned sideways to stare at her. “Your memories are back?”

“Only some of them.”

“Wait…lighthouse?” His eyebrows knitting, Boone glanced toward Max. “Didn’t we find her car at the Tybee Light Station? That’s kind of a weird coincidence.”

Max remained quiet for a moment, his expression hinting at how deep in thought he was. It occurred to Willa how incredibly weird it was talking about this when seconds ago the three of them had been boinking their brains out. She was on the verge of pointing that out when Max broke from his concentration and stared at her. “You said you could hear the leviathan calling your name. Was it before or after you arrived at the lighthouse?”

“I’m not completely certain. That part hasn’t fully come back to me.” She tried to focus. “After, maybe?”

“Then that means something else led you to the lighthouse.” Excitement threaded through Max’s voice. “Something wanted you to go there.”

The ramification of what he was implying slammed into her. “You think Aurele hid the trident at the lighthouse?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” He lifted her from Boone’s lap. His face displayed a mix of hope and firm resolution. “We need to return to Tybee. Tonight.”