Free Davies, Corinne - Claiming Destiny [Midnighter Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Corinne Davies Page A

madly, trying to cover her breasts and ass at the same time.
    “Never.” Jag laughed and squeezed her tightly as he walked. He moved across to the other side.
    “No, seriously, wait a second.” Destiny looked around and then up at Rock. Jag thankfully had turned so that his back was to the other men and not flashing her private bits any more than they already had been. Rock looked at her curiously as she scanned the space around them.
    “When I was in here by myself I couldn’t touch the bottom. How are you walking across?”
    “Because I don’t want to swim at the moment,” Jag replied.
    “You’re making it sound like the pool is self-aware. That’s impossible.”
    “We’ll explain it in our room,” Rock replied and continued to walk across. He traded a couple jabs about the laziness of warriors with the other men in the tub as he passed. He kept his body between her and the men, blocking most of their view of her. All the intensity of what they’d done caught up with Destiny and she rested her head on Jag’s shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment.
    “We enjoyed meeting you waay Destiny.” She looked up and met the heated gaze of Falcon. “I look forward to dancing for you.”
    “That’s enough.” Rock’s tone was sharp, but when Destiny looked over he grinned slightly at her. “No dancing, no ook’at .”
    “Find your own in’tial óox. She’s ours.”
    Destiny lifted her head. “What’s an in’tial óox ?”
    “Only the most important gift a warrior can share.” Jag pressed a kiss against her nose. He walked up a few steps and she felt the cool air over her skin. A moment later a soft, thick blanket was laid over her and tucked in as Jag juggled her.
    “I can stand, Jag.”
    “Not yet.” He passed her to Rock, who had wrapped a similar blanket around his waist. Jag did the same and then followed as she was carried out of the room. Jag paused and held the door open as three women walked into the bath. Destiny heard the men in the room grow rowdy with their compliments, much of which she couldn’t completely understand. The women were completely naked and covered in intricate designs on their skin. One stopped and skimmed her fingers down Jag’s chest, gluing her body to his side.
    Destiny felt a kernel of jealously unfold in her chest at the sight. Rationally, she knew she had no right to lay claim on him. They were having some fun before she left, but she didn’t need to have the next woman staking her claim in front of her face.
    She looked up at Rock, whose earlier humor had melted away and the seriousness was back on his face. Trying to ignore what was happening with Jag and the bitch, she took her finger and stroked Rock’s collarbone. “You can put me down. I am completely capable of walking.”
    “The floor is cold and you have nothing on your feet.”
    “Where are my shoes?”
    “They’ll be returned to you later. Clothing has been left in our room for you.”
    “What’s wrong with the room I was in?”
    “It’s a temporary suite. You will be more comfortable with us.”
    “Don’t take this the wrong way, Rock. This has been a great day and my legs are still shaking, but I still have to leave today.”
    He frowned down at her. “We’ve been through this.”
    “And nothing has changed. Thanks for the mind-blowing orgasms, but I’m not the kind of woman you’re looking for.”
    “Everything has changed,” he countered. “And you’re perfect.”

Chapter Five

    Exhaustion was pounding at Rock’s consciousness as he carried Destiny to his and Jag’s rooms. He didn’t like this continued talk of leaving from her. She was here to stay and the sooner she accepted that the better. If it meant that he and Jag had to keep her in bed and too tired to cause mischief, then that was what they would do.
    He relaxed and opened his senses to his warrior brother. He’d seen the Raxka heading toward them and her obvious attention to Jag. Rock had warned him not to let