"Want me to stop?"
"Fuck no," I screeched, as fireworks exploded behind my eyes. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, Wynn slid between my thighs, and then I was relearning how to breathe all over again. If I thought his powers were overwhelming before, nothing compared to having him inside of me. Every inch of me was on fire and I couldn't get enough. I didn't even care about what awaited us downstairs or even about Valentine. All I knew was Wynn. Wynn. Wynn.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped into his mouth as I found my release again. Wynn slowed, pumping into me a few more times before groaning against me.
Lifting his head, Wynn brushed his lips against my lips, my cheeks, and then my forehead. "Whatever happens tonight, I want you to remember this moment. Right here. Because I will. For the rest of my existence and after."
I frowned at Wynn for a moment and then laughed. "What are you going on about? What's happening tonight?"
Wynn withdrew from me and shook his head with a lopsided grin. "Nothing. Forget it. I'm getting maudlin is all. Let's get you dressed before Darren gets in here and starts griping about me messing up his artwork."
I sat up, still frowning. I wasn't sure if I believed him. Something was going on. Not anything good, I was sure.
Slipping off the bed, I pulled my panties back on and shuffled over to the bathroom to check my hair and makeup. Darren really was a master at doing hair. I never had this much body or curl to my hair in my life. Turning back to the bedroom, I walked over to the dress that I was still surprised I was going to get to wear.
Lifting the dress off the hanger, I held it out to Wynn. He opened the back for me to step into the red, tutu lace evening gown. The bottom was so long that it trailed behind me when I walked. I pulled the sheer, long-sleeved lace sleeves up and turned. Wynn's fingers caressed my skin as he buttoned up the back. I swept my hair over my shoulder, exposing my neck so he could get the rest of the buttons. When he was done, Wynn leaned down and kissed the side of my neck, nipping at it and making me gasp.
"You look beautiful," Wynn murmured into my ear, his hands grasping my hips. "Keep your wits about you tonight. There will be many games afoot and none of them you want to lose."
"I will." I watched him in the mirror, trying to read his face, but he had a good poker face going on. I'd have to pick an easier target. Maybe Rayne. He was easy to twist around my finger.
The door to the bedroom opened and in came the very person I wanted to see. Rayne was dressed in a suit and bow tie. His red hair was slicked back and he had a bashful look on his face. "Piper, wow. You look...great. Really, wow."
I turned around and smiled. "You do too. I don't think I've ever seen you so cleaned up."
Scratching his ear, Rayne ducked his head. "Yeah, well, Antoine isn't that fond of elaborate parties like our master is. Thank fuck." His eyes moved to Wynn who had a smug expression on his face. Rayne's eyes widened and then sniffed the air. "Did you two just..." His eyes trailed over to the bed. "Antoine is going to be pissed when he finds out you fucked on his bed."
I crossed my arms over my chest. "He'll only know if you tell him."
Wynn snorted, and then Rayne laughed and said, "Oh, he'll know without us saying anything."
Spinning around to Wynn, I smacked him on the chest. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You just wanted to get at Antoine."
Wynn wrapped his arms around my waist, but I didn't lean into his embrace, instead pouting my lower lip. "Lovely, it never even crossed my mind. I was too consumed by your beauty and..." His hands slid down my hips, cupping my butt through my dress. "Feminine wiles."
I dropped my arms and peered up at him. "Really?"
Rayne scoffed. "Don't listen to him. I can see in his head. He might have been thinking about you, but he was also thinking about Antoine's face when he came in here later."
Wynn growled at Rayne who smirked. "Someday, you're going to get into the wrong person's head and then end up in the ground."
I pushed out of Wynn's arm and shook my head. "Antoine's right. You might be old as dirt, but you still act like immature boys." I moved over to the desk and picked up the earrings I was going to wear tonight. Poking one through the hole while looking in the mirror, I scolded over my shoulder, "Really, come on. You don't see me trying to rub you in each other’s faces, do you?"
"That's because you're the one getting all the benefits," Rayne pointed out with a huff. "We have to take turns. While you get your pick."
I arched a brow and twisted my other earring around in my hand. "Do you think I planned this? I was only looking for a job. Not a hook up. Especially not with more than one guy. My past self would be appalled at me. Hell, my own mother would blow a gasket if she ever knew." I paused, thinking as I slid the other earring home. "Well, if she remembered anyway. I'm sure you'd wipe that right from her memory too. In any case, I care about you all the same. I haven’t played favorites...well, not much," I added, when Wynn arched a brow at me. "I won't now. So, you can stop having pissing contests, because I'm with you all. Not just one or the other. And since we kind of have forever...I don't plan on picking just one of you. Are you okay with that?"
Wynn and Rayne stared each other down before turning to me.
"I'm agreeable to it," Wynn stated, walking over to me and lifting my hand up to kiss it. "As long as you make room for me in your heart and in your bed, I'll stop."
"Good." I smiled at him softly and then turned to Rayne. "Well?"
Rayne sauntered over to me, but didn't take my hand like Wynn had. He jerked me against him and captured my mouth with his, kissing me until my toes curled and my knees weakened. Rayne released me with a smirk. "Yeah, I'm good with it." Clearing my throat, I touched up the corners of my lipstick. "Well, since that's settled, I say let's get this party started."
Rayne chuckled and shook his head, taking my arm in his. "You say that now, but in about ten minutes you're going to wish you were back in here arguing with us."
"Why?" My brows rose in confusion.
Wynn took my other arm and looped it through his, patting my hand. "You'll see. If nothing else, our master is a master of the dramatics and overindulgence."