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her down to the ground with him, cradling her on top of his body, kissing her softly. She smelled her own scent on him, and tasted salt and musk like the sea.
    Miranda stretched out on top of Corwin. His hands wandered up and down her, stroking her back, her ass and her thighs. All the while he kissed her gently, the tenderness of his lips and the very tip of his tongue soothing her, drawing her back from the deep place into which she had fallen. He was hard. She was aware of the press of his cock against her thigh, but she could muster no urgency at the awareness. It was merely one more pleasant fact in a haze of sensual enjoyment.
    At last, Corwin rolled them onto their sides, deepening his kisses. She did not resist. She lay lax and content, letting him take what he wanted from her. But slowly, a kind of restlessness rose up in her, a sense that this thing, as fine as it was, remained incomplete. She had thought her strength gone, but the more he caressed her, the more she wanted to touch him. She ran her hands up his sides, across the hard planes of his chest, down his well-muscled thighs, enjoying the warmth of his smooth skin against her palms and losing herself in the exploration of the strange new landscape of his body. Her hands knew neither shame nor hesitation. He was open to her, nothing forbidden. She gripped his wonderfully hard ass and squeezed, delighting as it made him kiss her more deeply yet.
    Her hand stroked up his thigh, and brushed the side of his hard cock. For the first time she felt the velvet softness of it against her fingers, and suddenly it became vitally important that she touch him there again. She wrapped her fingers around the thickness of his shaft, marveling how it was both soft and hard, and how she could feel his heart beating against her hand. She squeezed slowly, as if testing the sensitivity of his flesh.
    “Oh, yes, Miranda,” Corwin groaned. “Oh, gods, yes.”
    Excitement sparked afresh in her. She could undo him too. She ran her palm up his length, cupping his blunt tip, stroking down, drawing her fingers around the hilt of his shaft. His balls were high and tight. She hefted them against her right palm even while she continued stroking his shaft with her left. Corwin groaned aloud and she rewarded him, stroking and squeezing until his eyes fell closed and his fingers dug hard into the softness of her ass.
    It was sweet. It was mesmerizing. It was power of a sort she had never imagined.
    “Enough!” Darius’s voice grated harshly behind her. Miranda started. She’d all but forgotten he was there, watching everything she did with, did to, Corwin. The fresh awareness of it shot fire into her veins and she felt her pussy begin once more to swell and strain. Without taking her hands from Corwin’s cock, she turned her head to look at Darius.
    Darius crouched in the darkness, his blue eyes blazing with reflected moonlight. His member jutted out of the darkness between his thighs. He was not a man. He was an incubus, a daemon lover come from the shadows to take her.
    She should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. Desire, as hot and sweet as mulled wine, poured through her. She was alive with need now, with one man’s hard cock in her hands, and another displayed so blatantly for her.
    “Take him,” ordered Darius. “Now!”
    Miranda knew what he meant, but she hesitated, caught between the flames of desire and an abrupt remembrance of how little she knew of these matters, even between one woman and one man.
    But Darius growled and crawled forward. Corwin, panting, watched the approach of the other man with wide eyes. His hands quickened their rhythm on Miranda’s breasts, and his cock throbbed hot in her hands.
    Darius crawled behind her. Miranda sucked in her breath, both afraid and thrilled as he grabbed her hips. He ground his cock against her ass, forcing her pussy against Corwin’s velvet length. She gulped and cried out, and pressed Corwin against her again. Nothing