Seven Year Witch Elisa Adams All rights reserved. Copyright ©2007 Elisa Adams Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. ISBN: 978-1-59596-639-1 Formats Available: HTML, Adobe PDF, MobiPocket, Microsoft Reader Publisher: Changeling Press LLC PO Box 1046 Martinsburg, WV 25402-1046 www.ChangelingPress.com Editor: Connie Alberts Cover Artist: Karen Fox     This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.       Seven Year Witch Elisa Adams   Ava Reskin is a highly trained supernatural assassin. A lean, mean killing machine who’s always looking for the next job. Until a mix-up at The Organization sends her to the last place she wants to be -- the Fairy Godmother division.   Now she has to survive the Fairy Makeover Squad, a satin ballgown, and -- gasp -- heels. The only perk to the job is her new assignment. The very sexy Craig Harper, who seems more interested in what’s under her dress than what wishes she can grant for him. There’s only one snag she can’t seem to overcome -- the secret fantasies she’s always had about Vic, her former boss. The choice is impossible… until she realizes she doesn’t have to choose. She can have them both. In fact, they really would prefer it that way.       Chapter 1   They didn’t really expect her to kill this guy, did they? Ava Reskin glanced from the surveillance photos spread across the metal tabletop to her boss, seated across from her. This had to be some kind of a joke. “Is he my next assignment?” Vic nodded, though the same troubled look she’d noticed on his face when she’d first stepped into his office didn’t seem to want to budge. The guy looked like he wanted to say something to her, but was afraid to. That made no sense, given Vic Tyson wasn’t afraid of anything. Ever. She’d seen him take down nasty demons without even breaking a sweat. She’d also seen him stand up to the bosses at The Organization -- the company they both worked for that dealt in all things paranormal and magical on earth -- and that was no easy task. Ava would take demons over the big bosses any day. Some of those guys were pretty scary shit, and given that she was an immortal capable of conjuring just about anything she wanted with a wave of her hand, that was saying a lot. Vic scared her a little, too, but for different reasons. He made her palms sweat. Made her stomach clench whenever she got too close and caught a whiff of that sexy cologne. He starred in most of her late-night fantasies, too, though she’d never admit that to him. Vic wasn’t a demon, but he was something that made her equally nervous. A cat… rather, a shapeshifter with the ability to change into a leopard. Cats of all varieties had always made Ava a little nervous, and that was why the pull she felt toward Vic had shocked her at first. Vic’s demeanor was one of the things that had first attracted her to him, but since working for him for so long, she’d found many more. To her utter frustration, she couldn’t do anything about the attraction, though. The Organization had a strict rule against intradepartmental fraternizing. They were strict about enforcing the rules, too. The last hunter who’d dared date a secretary in his department now lived in a cage in the boss’s office and spent his days running -- on all four legs -- on a hamster wheel. Not that Vic would ever be interested in someone like Ava. The man was incredible with his wavy chocolate brown hair and eyes the color of black coffee. And that ass… she’d found herself staring at it way too many times, especially in recent months, since her last relationship had ended and sex had once again become a solo event. Vic preferred beauty queens to immortal hunters. Ava knew she wasn’t ugly, but without mile-long legs and double-D tits, no way would Vic look at her as anything but an employee. “Uh, Ava?” he asked, his tone hesitant. “You want to come back into the conversation or would you rather daydream all day?” She wrinkled her nose. Right. The job. He’d called her into his office the second she’d walked through the front door of the building, so this guy -- this perfect blond god of a man -- must be someone important. Someone they needed taken out right away. But she couldn’t do it. She knew this guy. She’d seen him around town a time or two. He didn’t look like someone who posed a major danger to mortal society. Then again, Lucifer was a fallen angel and probably the best looking guy she’d ever had the pleasure of drooling over. He wasn’t exactly next in line for sainthood or anything. “ This guy?No friggin’ way. I have to assassinate him?” He was too gorgeous. Too perfect. Ava didn’t think she could harm a hair on his head. Her specialty was minor demons. The clawing, snarling kind that ate cats and small dogs for breakfast and occasionally breathed fire. “This guy looks way too… human for me to feel comfortable with.” “He isn’t human. He just looks like it. He’s like me. Believe me, he’s a lot tougher than he looks. But there’s an issue here. I don’t think you understand what’s going on.” Victor’s expression went from sober to downright miserable. He let out a breath and raked a hand through his hair before he spoke. “ Killinghim isn’t what you’ll be doing at all. You’re aware of the Seven Year Witch paperwork you needed to submit?” “Um, yes.” Ava gulped. What had she done wrong now? Whatever it was, it could be fixed. Vic always managed to fix her screw-ups before they became huge problems. Not that there were many screw-ups she could take the blame for. At least not lately. “What about it?” Vic let out a long, noisy breath. “There was a mix-up in the paperwork, and since you filed a day before the deadline, there was nothing I could do to fix it before it was logged. I’m afraid you won’t be working for the damage control unit anymore. Actually, you’re no longer an assassin at all, so I’ll need you to turn in your Organization-issued weapons before you leave today. You’ve been transferred.” She blinked at her boss, sure she must have heard him wrong. Transferred? Was this someone’s idea of a sick joke? She’d been with damage control since she started working for The Organization. Transfers didn’t happen often, and when they did, a big blunder on the part of the employee usually warranted the switch. A big blunder, like checking the wrong box on your Witch License Renewal paperwork? Yeah, that would probably do it. Still, didn’t a woman get one mistake on the paperwork before they went all postal on her? “Excuse me? Transferred? To where? Dangerous crimes? Interspecies smuggling?” Both of those options held a lot of appeal for a woman who’d learned quickly how much she enjoyed the power of carrying a gun. Vic dropped his gaze to the table, his expression as amused now as it was pained. Shit . This couldn’t be good. He cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Actually, you’ve been transferred to the Fairy Godmother division.” Ava wouldn’t have been surprised if her jaw hit the floor. She made a mental note to call the doctor first thing in the morning and make an appointment to get her hearing checked, because there was no way in hell he could have said what she thought she heard. “Excuse me? The what ?” Instead of repeating himself, he stood and paced the floor. It was a full, nail-biting, stomach-churning minute before he stopped walking, faced her, and spoke in a low tone usually reserved for the times when a job had gone wrong and a hunter ended up injured. “You know how much I respect you. How much I want you working for me.” Mutely, Ava nodded, too stunned to speak. So he was telling the truth. She’d be working in the… gulp… Fairy Godmother department from now on. At least for the next seven years, when she could file the SYW paperwork again and, with any luck, be transferred back to a department where she’d see some action. “And you know I’d do anything to help you out of this mess… if I could,” Vic continued, his expression grave but that stupid amusement still dancing behind the frustration in his eyes. She narrowed her own eyes. Her palm itched to smack the jerk. He thought this was funny, huh? He wouldn’t laugh if it was happening to him. Her fingers twitched, eager to put a minor spell on him. Maybe a huge nose, or a tail. Or even a third nipple. She smiled at the thought. His pretty little blonde women wouldn’t want him as much if he was a freak, would they? “I can see what you’re thinking, Ava,” Vic warned. “Don’t even try it. If you use your magic on me, I’ll have to fire you, and believe me, I really don’t want to do that.” She sat back in the chair and sighed. “Ruin all my fun on one day, why don’t you?” With another shake of his head, Vic walked over to her and sat on the edge of the table. He lifted her chin in his palm, sending a riot of warm ripples across her nerves. He seemed just as surprised at the sudden electricity between them as she was. He blinked a few times, his lips parting, and he sucked in a breath. Wow . Talk about an intense reaction. She hadn’t realized until this moment that she might not be the only one interested. Ava managed to bite back a moan -- barely -- but it was a few seconds before she realized he’d spoken to her. He always had this effect on her. Given that she didn’t want to become some big boss’s pet, being transferred might not be the worst thing in the world, after all. “What did you say?” she asked him. “I didn’t hear you.” “I said I think this is for the best.” His thumb stroked her jaw line and she jerked away from the contact. Not that she didn’t like it. She did. Way too much. This was the first time he’d shown her any interest. Still, she couldn’t let it happen. She might not work for him anymore, but it was a gray area she didn’t want to take chances with. “Why do you think that?” He let out a bitter laugh. “All these years, I’ve had trouble keeping my hands off you.” Yeah, uh-huh. And she’d be the next president. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better. You know what? I’m not really in the mood for jokes, so you can quit it right now, okay?” “It’s not a joke.” She sighed, not wanting to get into this now. Vic could be manipulative when he wanted to be, and she couldn’t tell if he was really attracted to her or if he was just trying to soften the blow he’d just delivered. Instead of getting her hopes up, she turned the conversation back to where it belonged while they were in the office. On business. “Listen. I just want to get on with my new assignment. We can finish this discussion later, after you’ve had a chance to sober up from whatever drug you’ve decided to start popping.” The Fairy Godmother department couldn’t be any worse than this, could it? “I think I might even be a little excited about this new assignment.”       Chapter 2   Craig stalked into the house, slamming the door behind him. Of all the shitty days he’d had in his lifetime, this one took the cake. Right up until an hour ago, he’d been poised to make a shitload of money… but the deal had fallen apart at the last second. The third deal to go bad in the past month. He was starting to get a complex. “It figures,” he muttered to himself, stomping into the dining room and the wet bar tucked into the corner. He grabbed a tumbler, filled it to the brim with his favorite Russian vodka, and slugged back half the glass in one sip. It made his eyes water, but damn, he needed it. Needed something to dull the anger and the frustration. He’d been in the business for long enough to make some serious dough, and to get good at what he was doing. Acquiring failing companies and rebuilding them from the ground up was a challenge, and lately his life had been sorely lacking challenges. Except as far as work went. Work was a different story… and he was starting to think it was time to get out of the business and find something else to occupy his time. “Of all the deals to go wrong, it had to be a multi-million-dollar one,” he grumbled, raking his free hand through his hair. His life as of late had been one stress after another. He needed to find some way to relax. If everything went as planned, he’d have that relaxation soon -- but with the downward spiral his life had been in lately, Vic’s plan would probably fall through, too. “I could be wrong, but it doesn’t look to me like you need the money.” Craig spun around, sure he must have been hearing things. The glass fell from his hand. It shattered on the white tile floor, spraying bits of glass and liquid in every direction. He let out a curse. Was he losing his mind? Why the hell was there a woman sitting at his dining room table? Something about her looked familiar, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He would have remembered seeing this particular woman before -- and not because she was stunning. She was beautiful, but that wasn’t what screamed for attention. The high, oddly curly hair style, the pounds of makeup, and the hot pink satin dress she wore did all the screaming. He leaned back against the marble top of the bar, closed his eyes, and sucked in a gulp of air. Stress. It was stress making him hallucinate. No way could there be a strange woman in his house, especially not one who looked like she’d just escaped from the circus. He’d set the alarm when he’d left for work this morning. It had still been set when he’d gotten home a few minutes ago. She’s not really here . “Are you okay?” she asked, her bright pink lips tipping into a frown. “You look a little pale.” Ah, shit. Either his imagination was more vivid than he’d thought, or somehow, someone had managed to get past his alarm. It was Stan. It had to be. A joke like this was right up his alley. Craig opened his eyes, half expecting to see her gone, and jumped back when he found her standing right in front of him. “Who are you?” “Ava.” As if that was supposed to mean anything to him. “What are you doing here? Stan sent you, right?” It made perfect sense. Stan knew Craig’s type of woman, and had hit it dead-on this time. Slim-yet-curvy body. Dark hair. Light blue eyes and full lips that made his mouth water. Except, what was with the getup? “Who’s Stan?” she asked, a bit of amusement dancing in her eyes. Yeah, his business partner had definitely sent her. An early birthday present, maybe. Whatever the reason, Craig wasn’t a man to turn a fabulous gift down. Now if he could just get her to take a shower and get rid of that makeup and awful hair style. “He must have paid a fortune for you.” The woman’s -- Ava’s -- eyes darkened. “Excuse me?” “Is Ava really your name, or did you make it up? Do you only use it when you’re working?” Her eyebrows shot up and all humor left her expression. She plunked her hands on her hips. “Of course it’s my real name. Why would I make it up?” He shrugged. Figured Stan would find him a woman with an attitude problem. “A lot of women in your profession choose to keep their real name hidden.” “And what profession would that be?” Uh-oh. If looks could kill… Maybe she wasn’t who he thought she was. “Stan didn’t send you, did he?” She shook her head, the look in her eyes turning murderous. He would have laughed, had he known who the woman was, but given his recent business ventures, he had trouble finding the humor in the situation. If Stan hadn’t sent her, someone else had. Someone who didn’t have Craig’s best interests at heart. Someone who was a little pissed off about being out of a job when he’d restructured the company they’d worked for. He grabbed her arms, spun her around, and pressed her against the wall, trying to ignore the way his body responded to being so close to her. Odds were she was a dangerous woman, and he couldn’t afford to take any risks, no matter how sexy she was. “Why the hell are you here?” he asked, his tone harsh. Instead of cowering like he would have expected from the high-priced call girl he’d first thought she was, this one glared right back at him. “You’ve got about two seconds to let me go, buddy, or you’re going to regret it.” He slid one leg in front of hers, holding them in place so she couldn’t do any damage to important parts of his anatomy. The fact that those same parts were responding to her in ways they shouldn’t be didn’t escape his notice. He was already half-hard, getting harder by the second… for a woman who could very well be here to kill him. “No way in hell am I letting go until you tell me who you are.” “Yeah, that’s really not an option.” One second he was holding her, and the next, he was sailing across the room. His back hit the wall, and he slid down to the floor with an unceremonious thump. “Don’t mess with me, buddy,” Ava said, standing over him. “That’s rule number one. If you can remember that, everything is going to be really easy around here. If you forget, I’m going to make your life a living hell.” Ava stared down at Craig Harper, her new assignment, fighting the urge to wrap her fingers around his throat and squeeze -- or worse, turn him into a spider and crush him under her heel. “You think I’m some kind of whore, huh? What gave it away? The fact that I broke into your house without setting off your alarm system?” He didn’t say anything in response, and she nearly laughed at the surprised look in his eyes. “Or maybe it was the way I can throw you across the room without even touching you.” Craig blinked, but still didn’t say a word. She stomped down on the ground, right next to his leg. “What’s the matter? Can’t talk?” In answer, he reached up and grabbed her, pulling her down and flipping her to her back and under him in seconds flat. Ava swallowed. She hadn’t expected this from him, and damned if it didn’t turn her on. The man himself turned her on, but she’d never admit it to him. Up close and personal, he was even sexier than he’d been in the pictures Vic had provided her with. Something about him drew her in, just like it did with Vic. Maybe cats didn’t freak her out as much as they did when she was a kid, because she was suddenly finding them -- at least the shapeshifter kind --very fascinating. “Who the hell are you?” Craig ground out. “Who do you think I am? I’m your freakin’ Fairy Godmother.” He looked shocked for all of two seconds before he burst out laughing. She pushed him off her and sat up, ready to throttle him. “Am I missing the joke here?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you with all that makeup crap all over your face. And the dress… it’s priceless, babe.” She narrowed her eyes. Babe? “Excuse me?” “Nothing. I knew you were coming, but I didn’t expect you to look like…” His voice trailed off and he started laughing again. “Like a clown on her way to the prom?” “Yeah, that.” “Not my choice, believe me. And now that I’m away from the Fairy makeover squad, I can get more comfortable.” She pushed up from the ground and waved her hand up and down in front of her. Soon she was back in her favorite jeans and tank top. Though she wasn’t “projecting the proper image of a Fairy Godmother,” according to Millie, her new boss, she wasn’t distracted by having to deal with miles of satin and four-inch heels. Craig let out a low whistle as he stood. “Yeah. Much better. You know, I always liked you this way.” He spoke to her like they were longtime friends -- and now that he recognized her, he didn’t seem surprised to see her. Her eyebrows rose. “Have we met before?” “No, but I know who you are. I’ve been expecting you.” Of course he had. Millie and her group of obnoxious little old women would have told him she was coming. “Okay, here’s the deal. I’m here to grant your wishes, whatever they may be. But you can’t make wishes for personal gain, or to do anyone else harm. Other than that, the rules are pretty open-ended. Let’s get this over with. What can I do for you first?” “All business, huh?” he asked, a sexy half-smile on his face. “There’s no other way to be. This is my job, after all.” “Okay, then. I’ll have to get back to you on the wishes. It’s been a long day. Let me give it some thought. I have a long list of things you can do for me. I just have to figure out where to start.”       Chapter 3   Ava lay in bed later that night, her breath sawing in and out of her lungs. The day had been pure torture. Craig wanted to talk, of all things, and he had yet to make any wishes. Instead, he’d put her up in a guest bedroom, told her he had some work-related things to take care of, and had left her alone for hours. With just a small TV to keep her company, she’d quickly grown bored. And hungry. Being a witch, of sorts, she could conjure up her own meal, but it would be more fun to snoop around Craig’s big house instead. She scooted off the mattress and padded to the door, her bare feet whispering against the polished hardwood floor. The door squeaked a little when she opened it, so she stopped and listened to make sure he hadn’t heard her. It took her a few seconds to realize there was another noise floating out into the hallway, and it was a lot louder than the squeak of a door hinge. It was the sound of very masculine moaning, and it was coming from the bedroom Craig had told her was his. A twinge of jealousy ran through her. He’d been hitting on her all evening, making little comments about how he’d wanted to find out what was under the horrible dress when he’d first seen her in it. Apparently he’d been quick enough to move on to someone else. Eyes narrowed, she marched toward the partly closed door and peeked inside. The room was dark, but it didn’t stop her from catching a glimpse of the action in the mirror across from the bed. What she saw shocked her so much that her knees went weak. Craig had someone with him, but it was the last person she expected. Vic sat on the edge of Craig’s bed, legs spread, with Craig’s lips wrapped around his cock.   Vic curled one hand in Craig’s hair, urging him on. Fuck , the man had a fabulous mouth. Craig moaned softly and the vibrations did wonderful things to Vic’s cock. A whimper from the doorway caught Vic’s attention and he glanced up, but saw nothing. He swung his gaze toward the mirror across from the bed, and that was when he noticed her. Ava, standing against the wall across the hall from the door. Her own gaze was glued to Vic’s lap, where Craig bobbed his head up and down the length of Vic’s cock. Her face was flushed and her lips parted. Vic wondered how long she’d been standing there watching. He smiled, the idea of her seeing them like this turning him on even more than Craig had managed to do. He’d been hoping she’d walk in and find them. She hadn’t actually walked into the room, but this was the next best thing. He’d wanted Ava for a long time, but Craig had taken more convincing. At the time, there had been someone else involved in their relationship, another woman, and Vic had always had to worry about that stupid rule the big bosses had set. So he’d saved his fantasies for the times when Craig was away and Vic had needed to take matters into his own hands, but over the seven years Ava had worked for him, he’d found himself falling in love with the woman… and then the perfect opportunity had fallen into his lap. Her paperwork had been easy to change, and just like that, he’d had her transferred. The way he saw it, he would have had to transfer her anyway, because the fantasies lately had become too much of a distraction. Even Craig had started to complain, and if Craig was getting laid regularly, he didn’t complain about much. A sliver of guilt cut through the haze of his arousal, but Vic pushed it away. Yeah, what he’d done had been devious. Wrong. But if everything worked out the way he and Craig had planned, it would be worth any wrath he might incur from the petite, immortal woman watching from outside the door. That was, if she didn’t turn him into a frog when she found out the truth. Knowing Ava, that was a strong possibility. Craig lifted his mouth off, swirling his tongue over the tip of Vic’s cock. Vic let out a groan and tightened his grip on Craig’s hair. Talented lips, talented tongue. Vic’s sex life would have been perfect, except there was one thing missing. Cock wasn’t enough for him. He wanted pussy, too. He and Craig both did. They just had yet to find a woman who liked the idea of sharing for more than a night. They had no problems finding women for one-night stands. It was finding someone they both wanted to spend more time with that caused the problems. He watched Ava, silently begging her to glance up and meet his gaze in the mirror, and just like that, she did. Their gazes locked. His smile grew even as her eyes widened. Yeah, that’s right, baby. This turns you on, doesn’t it ? It turned him on. So. Friggin’. Much. Ava liked it, too. He’d been hoping she would, but at the same time had been afraid she’d reject him. Reject both of them. The heat in her eyes told him she wouldn’t. Part of him wanted to stop Craig long enough to convince Ava to join them, but another, larger part wanted to play with her a little bit. To tease her and make her want it bad. Later tonight, when she was hot and needy, they would have a chance to convince her to join them. For one night, at first, but if she wanted more, neither of them would complain. Vic’s balls drew up toward his body and already he could feel the orgasm building low in his gut. He thrust his hips toward Craig, encouraging him to take Vic’s cock into his mouth again, and he did. He sucked Vic deep, to the back of his throat, and that was all it took to push him over the edge. His gaze still locked with Ava’s, he let out a deep groan and came in hot spurts in Craig’s mouth.       Chapter 4   Ava stopped short when she saw Victor lounging in a chair in the living room. She’d gone back to the bedroom and dressed, hoping to say a quick goodbye to Craig and get the heck out of his house before she disturbed their privacy even more, but things just weren’t going her way tonight at all. “How about a fire?” Vic asked, not even glancing her way. She snapped her fingers and a fire burst to life in the stone fireplace. She was still shaky, nervous, and helplessly turned on. Did Craig know she’d watched -- or that the sight had turned her on so much she’d been compelled to touch herself? Even now, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so wet. A whimper caught in her throat. Would they have turned her down if she’d walked in and asked to join them? Probably not. Both men had expressed interest in her, and Vic knew she’d been watching. In fact, he seemed to get off on it. But the fact that he liked her watching him didn’t mean he wanted to sleep with her. For all she knew, they were both gay and not even interested in women. “Some wine, maybe?” Vic asked, his soft tone breaking through her thoughts. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on the two of you. I didn’t realize you were… involved.” He laughed at her comment, but didn’t explain further. “How about that wine, Ava? I think we could all use a glass right about now, don’t you agree?” She just stood there in the doorway, unable to move into the room and unable to back away. What she’d seen had turned her on, a lot more than it should have. In the past few hours, she hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind. “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come in here and sit down?” Vic asked when she said nothing. “I don’t know.” “Better make it quick,” Craig’s voice came from right behind her. “You’re blocking the door, sweetheart.” Ava jumped and spun around, her legs shaking. Since she’d seen Craig sucking Victor off, she’d been on edge. Ready to explode. The slightest touch would likely set her off. “Sorry,” she mumbled, moving out of the way. Instead of walking past her through the door, Craig grabbed her hand and dragged her into the living room with him. He settled on the couch across from Victor, pulling Ava onto his lap. “I never imagined you as shy,” Craig said against her neck. She shivered, despite the warning bells going off in her mind. What was going on here? Had they wanted her to see what they’d been doing? “Can you let me go?” she asked him, not liking the teasing tone in his voice. “I can, but I don’t particularly want to right now.” He laughed, nuzzling his nose against the side of her throat and sending a shiver down her spine. “Is it that horrible, sitting with me?” “I didn’t say that.” “No, you didn’t, and you seemed to enjoy watching Victor and me a little while ago.” Her face flamed. “You knew I was watching, too?” “Of course. We both knew the whole time. It added to the enjoyment. At least for Vic. I’m still waiting for a little satisfaction, if you know what I mean.” “You have to be kidding me.” Of course she knew what he meant. She could feel his erection pressing into her hip. Her face heated even more and she tried to climb off Craig’s lap, but he wouldn’t let her go. His arm wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back against him. “Where do you think you’re going?” “This situation seems like it could get very bad, very fast. I should probably take off before somebody does something stupid and we all end up hating each other.” “What makes you think that’ll happen?” This came from Vic, and finally he looked at her. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable, and just as intense as it had been when she’d watched him come. Ava sucked in a breath. “What’s happening here?” Victor shrugged. “Whatever you want to happen will happen. It’s all up to you. What do you want, Ava?” Craig ran his tongue down the side of her neck, and she stopped struggling. A little moan escaped her lips, though she tried to hold it back. What did she want? That was a good question. What she wanted was Vic. She’d always been drawn to him, right from day one. Then there was Craig. She wanted him, too. And apparently, they were both interested in her. “You never did get us that wine,” Craig whispered in her ear. “It might help you relax.” She shook her head. “I’m perfectly relaxed. I don’t need alcohol.” He settled his fingers on the bare skin exposed by her cropped T-shirt, and she squirmed. Okay, maybe she wasn’t as relaxed as she’d first thought. His fingers moved up, higher and higher, pushing the hem of her shirt as they went. She grabbed his wrist to stop the upward motion. She had to be missing something here. None of this made any sense. Not that she wasn’t curious -- and a little bit interested, if she had to admit the truth -- but what if she was reading the situation wrong? The evening would go from uncomfortable to downright mortifying in seconds flat. “Let me get this straight. You expect me to have sex with you. With both of you.” Vic chuckled. “That would be the most preferable ending to the evening.” Yes it would, but she had a few questions for them first. She wasn’t about to get in the middle of some power game the two of them were playing. “Why?” Craig pulled his hand out of her grasp and brushed his fingertips over her nipples. They instantly hardened against the lace cups of her bra. “Because we want you.” Maybe so, but she had a feeling there was something they weren’t telling her. Something didn’t quite make sense. Her pussy dampened at the thought of spending the night with two gorgeous guys, but at the same time, she still had a few misgivings. “I thought I was here to do a job.” “You are. You’re my Fairy Godmother. You’re supposed to grant me whatever wishes I want, and what I want is you. In the living room, in the bedroom. Hell, in the kitchen, even. I don’t care. You asked me what I wished for earlier, when you first got here.” “Yeah, I understand that. What I’m having trouble with is figuring out where Vic comes in.” Or rather, where she came in here. In all her years of dating and sex, she’d never run into a situation like this, and while it excited her, it also made a lump of anxiety rise in her throat. In answer, Vic stood and walked over to the couch, settling beside Ava and Craig. He grasped a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger. The intimate action, both foreign and oddly familiar at the same time, made her stomach flutter. “I’ve always wanted you, Ava. When you worked in my department, I couldn’t do anything about it. Now I can. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. The opportunity arose, and I took it.” Cold understanding washed over her and she pushed out of Craig’s arms, stalking across the room before he could get to her. She really should conjure some ropes to tie him up so he couldn’t touch her again, but being around these two frazzled her. She couldn’t think straight. With her luck, she’d end up conjuring a noose and hanging one of them from it -- though given what they’d done to her, that might not be such a bad idea. When she thought she could compose herself enough not to yell, she spun to face them, her hands on her hips. “You set me up.” Craig laughed, and Victor’s expression turned innocent. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You screwed up my paperwork and got me transferred to the Fairy Godmother division.” “Guilty as charged,” Victor said, amusement dancing behind the lust in his dark eyes. “Though I really didn’t think you’d end up where you did. I figured you as a shoo-in for violent crimes. Sorry about that.” Oh, she was so going to kill him. “Why the hell would you do this to me?” His expression turned contrite for all of two seconds before he shrugged. “I already told you. When I see something I want, I go after it. Organization regulations prevented me from taking action before, but now that you’re working in a different department, all bets are off.” If that wasn’t the most deceitful, underhanded thing she’d ever heard. Ava let out a small growl of frustration. Men. What made them think it was okay to pull a stunt like that one? And why did she suddenly want Vic more than ever? Because there was something wrong with her. There had to be. No sane woman would still want a man after what he’d done. Then again, no one had ever accused her of sanity, and she’d wanted Vic for a really long time. “Do I look like a Fairy Godmother to you?” she asked, injecting her voice with as much bitterness as she could muster. “No,” Victor said, getting up from the couch and walking across the room. He stopped a few feet away, hands spread in front of him in a gesture of surrender. “But you’re not a witch, either, and you’ve been working in the black arts division -- technically as a witch -- for years.” “That’s different,” she mumbled. “There’s no classification for what I am. Calling me a witch is a lot easier for The Organization than saying I’m an unspecified immortal capable of magic.” “Then you could as easily be a Fairy Godmother as you can a witch, my dear.” “I’m not a Fairy. And I’m really not sure about what you guys think you’re doing here tonight.” She walked over to the chair Victor had vacated a little while ago and sat down, rubbing her finger and thumb over the bridge of her nose. “Okay, I understand that you want me. Where does Craig fit into all this?” The question sounded so much like her earlier one to Victor that even she groaned. Maybe she was making it more difficult than it was. There had to be a reasonable explanation. “You don’t get it, do you?” Victor asked softly. “We’re a package deal.” “And you both assumed I would just go along with it?” “Not at first,” Craig told her, shifting on the couch cushions. He sat forward, leaning his forearms on his thighs. “But when I saw the look in your eyes when you were watching us earlier, I knew you wouldn’t need much convincing.” “You don’t know anything.” Ava leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes. What the hell were they asking of her? “I think I just need to be alone.” “What are you afraid of?” The words came from Vic, and she had to give the guy credit. After working together for so many years, he knew her a little too well. Issuing the challenge had been a genius move. Ava had never been one to back down from a challenge, and tonight would be no exception. She was curious. Interested, even, if she had to admit the truth to herself. Watching them together had been a huge turn-on. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she told them. “Never have been, never will be. I’m just a little hesitant. It isn’t every day a girl gets offered a one-night stand with two gorgeous men. My mind is having a little trouble processing it all.” “Who said anything about a one-night stand?” Craig asked, sounding like he was standing right in front of her. She snapped her eyes open and found out he was. “How did you do that?” “I’m sure Vic told you I’m a cat, like he is. I can be very quiet when I want to be. I’m also very talented with my tongue.” Oh, Lord. * * * Craig watched Ava, taking in every nuance of her expression. His cock was aching, pressing against his zipper and begging for release, but he didn’t want to move too fast. He’d scare her away, and after all they’d gone through to get her, frightening her was the last thing he wanted to do. He glanced over at Vic and noticed the other man was in a similar state. His erection tented his khakis and made Craig’s mouth water. Even after all these years, Vic still turned him on. Always had, always would, but he needed a woman in his life, too. Luckily, Vic was in agreement on that point, but lately, the right woman had been a little hard to come by. Ava was the first woman in way too long to interest both of them, intellectually as well as physically. She was beautiful, but she was smart, too. He’d always appreciated conversation with an intelligent woman. Not that he had conversation on his mind tonight. Tonight, the last thing he wanted to do with her was talk. He knelt in front of her, moving her knees apart until he could fit himself between her thighs. Already he could smell her arousal. It was even stronger now than it had been when she’d been watching him suck Vic off, and then he’d been able to scent it from across the room. He’d wanted to ask her to join them then. Had barely been able to make himself wait, but he and Vic had discussed their best course of action, and taking things slowly had seemed like the ideal solution. Then. Now he was about ready to explode. He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until he cupped her mound in his palm. The heat from her pussy warmed his hand, even through the thick fabric of her jeans. Jesus . What he wouldn’t give to get inside her right now. He’d been waiting too damned long already. Ever since Vic had mentioned his plan a few months ago, Craig had been on edge. Now, tonight, he was needier than ever. He stroked his thumb along her clit and she bucked against his hand, moaning softly. “You like that?” he asked, smiling. “What woman wouldn’t? I have two amazing men here, telling me they both want me and it isn’t for a one-night stand. What more could a girl ask for?” she asked, her tone dripping sarcasm. “Except maybe a reasonable explanation .” “That’s easy,” Craig told her, shooting Vic a quick glare. His explanation hadn’t been nearly enough. “We’ve been together for a long time. Years. But we want a woman, too. Not for one night. For more than that. A lot more.” Maybe forever. But he couldn’t tell her that. Not just yet. He’d scare her away for sure, and scaring her was the last thing either of them wanted to do. “And the woman you want is me?” This time it was. There had been others, but none willing to accept what they wanted. Not a couple, but a group of three. Most of the other women had seen their offer as a way to fulfill a sexual fantasy, but none of them wanted forever. The other women had all been human. Vic had said all along that was their mistake. Ava was… other. She’d be more likely to accept them for what they were. “Yep.” He leaned in, running his tongue across her midriff, from just above her hip bone to her navel. He loved the way she tasted. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in her pussy and lap her up. “Are you going to grant my wish, Ava?” She let out a soft moan. “You’re asking a lot of me.” “All we’re asking for right now…” Vic said softly, coming up behind her and leaning down to brush a kiss across her lips, “…is a night together. All of us. Do you really find the idea that offensive?” “Offensive?” She laughed, though it sounded a little strained. “Definitely not offensive. Hot. Very sexy. Almost impossible to resist.” “Then why are you?” Vic asked, kissing her again. Leave it to Vic, the serious one, to break the mood. Ava wriggled away and moved back in the chair, her expression suddenly wary. Fuck . Who the hell did Vic think he was, anyway? Craig shot the other man a dirty look. He’d been talking to her, softening her up and getting her ready for this, and Vic had to tear down all Craig’s hard work with a few ill-timed words. “She’s not resisting.” Craig moved his hand up the inside of Ava’s leg. “Right, sweetheart?” By way of answer, she shook her head. “Before tonight, the idea of seeing two men together never turned me on.” Craig lifted one of her feet in his hands and slipped off her shoe. Her sock soon followed, and then he moved on to the other foot. “You liked what you saw in the bedroom, didn’t you?” “I did. It was sexy… but what turned me on the most was the look in Vic’s eyes while you…” Craig laughed. He never would have figured a woman like Ava had such hang-ups. “Say it, Ava. While I sucked him off.” “Yeah. That.” “He’d like it if you did it to him, too.” Hell, Craig would like to have Ava’s mouth on his own dick. He’d had many fantasies about those full lips and what she could do with them. He hardened a little more at the thought. Any more and he’d be busting through his zipper. Vic was lucky he’d gotten off earlier. At least he’d been able to take the edge off. Craig was in agony, needing release but still not sure if he’d get it tonight. Come on, Ava. Tell us you want us, too . “Oh, yeah?” Ava asked, a coy smile on her face. “Maybe later. Now I think I have a wish or two to grant.” Craig smiled. “I only asked for one thing.” “Mmm, but I have a few wishes of my own.”       Chapter 5   Ava took a deep breath, still reeling from her snap decision. Okay. She was really going to do this. She was going to sleep with two men. At the same time. Holy hell. What was she thinking, anyway? Obviously not much. Her body had forced her mind to shut down. She was running purely on lust now. “You have wishes, too, huh? What would those wishes be?” Craig asked, eyebrows raised and a rakish smile on his face. Now or never, Ava. Enjoy it while it’s offered, because you might not get another chance like this. “For starters, this.” She wrapped her hand around Vic’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Not a gentle brush of lips like he’d done just a little while ago. This time, she went for it, stroking her tongue into his mouth and nibbling at his lips. He groaned, leaning down closer, one hand threading through her hair. She’d wanted this for so long. Whenever she looked at him, she’d wondered what it would feel like to have his lips on hers. Now she knew, and it was better than she could have imagined. Hands moved up her sides until they cupped her breasts and she gasped, breaking the kiss. Craig. The smile on his face told her he was up to something. “I thought I could touch you while you were distracted,” he said. “But you don’t mind me touching you, do you? I think you like it.” As if to punctuate his statement, he pushed her shirt up until he’d exposed her bra. A flick of his finger and thumb against the front clasp and her breasts were bared. He scraped a fingertip against one hardened nipple, and then the other. “I think you like it a lot.” Yeah, she definitely liked it. Maybe a little too much. When Craig stretched up to capture one nipple between his lips, and Vic leaned over her shoulder to do the same with the other nipple, all Ava could do was moan. The feeling of having both nipples suckled at once was almost more than she could take. She bucked her hips and thrashed her head from side to side, her pussy tingling and her stomach tightening. After watching them in Craig’s bedroom, it would have been so simple to sneak back into her own room and bring herself to orgasm, but she’d held back. Now she was glad she’d denied herself the pleasure. Every touch, every kiss felt like a small explosion against her skin. When they lifted their lips, Craig started to strip off Ava’s pants. Protesting was no longer even a consideration. She lifted her hips and helped him get rid of her clothes, her fingers tightening on the arm of the chair. Soon he’d piled her pants -- along with her panties -- onto the floor next to the chair, and what he did next left her incapable of rational thought. He leaned in and ran his tongue up the length of her pussy once, twice, before he started sucking at her in earnest. The man was right. He really did have a talented tongue. He swirled it over her clit, sending a rush of sensation straight through her core and leaving her inner muscles rippling. She tightened her grip on the chair arms, raising her hips to meet his mouth. He stroked his tongue inside her pussy, and the feeling was almost enough to send her over the edge. Just when she thought she’d topple into orgasm, Craig pulled back, stood, and smiled down at her. “Why did you stop?” she asked, her tone not much more than a whimper. “I want you naked. On the floor. Now.” She wanted that, too. So badly. She swallowed hard, her skin flushing with arousal. With her whole body shaking, she barely managed to take off her shirt and bra before she slid to the floor in a hopeless mass of lust and need. Once she’d settled onto her back, Vic was kneeling beside her. Sometime while Craig had been licking her, Vic had managed to get out of his own clothes. She turned her head toward him. His cock jutted away from his body, a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” he asked, his voice husky. At a loss for words, Ava shook her head. “Seven years, Ava. From day one.” She let out a soft whimper. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” “Because of work, mostly, and because of other things. It doesn’t matter now, though, does it? There have been other women. I think you have the right to know that. But none of them have meant to me -- to us -- what you do.” How was that possible? She barely knew Craig at all, and though she’d spoken to Vic on a daily basis for years, she didn’t really know him. Still, his words made her heart hitch. Everything about them seemed so right . Like she’d always been meant to be here, with them, in this very moment. Not trusting her voice, she nodded. Craig stripped out of his own clothes, leaving them piled on top of hers. He seemed to be moving in slow motion as Ava stared up at him, her inner muscles tightening in anticipation. He knelt between her legs and spread them apart, his fingers dipping into her pussy while his thumb stroked along her clit, sending a rush of heat through her body. She sighed and let her head drop back. Everything about the evening was taboo. Decadent. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good. Ava glanced back up at Vic’s cock and licked her lips. He took the hint, angling his hips and pressing the tip against her mouth. She opened for him, reveling in the salty, musky taste of him and the soft feel of his skin over the hardness of his erection. He groaned, the fingers of one hand threading in her hair to hold her close. Craig added another finger to the first two, his thumb pressing onto the hard nub of her clit. Her pussy muscles contracted around him. Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with the strokes of Craig’s fingers, but she craved more. She whimpered, needing one of them inside her. Seeming to sense her distress, Craig released her. Vic pulled his cock out of her mouth, and, with a stroke of his hand across her cheek, moved away as well. Her body cried out at the loss of contact, suddenly cold. The only consolation was the heated look in Craig’s eyes as he stared down at her, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. She heard Vic’s heavy breaths from behind her, and she smiled. The idea that she could turn not one, but two men on this much filled her with a sense of power. The power only served to increase her arousal. She reached her arms out to Craig, but frowned when he shook his head. “It’s my turn first,” Vic whispered, lifting her off the ground. He flipped her around, and pulled her hips back against him. He moved with such fluid grace that Ava was left trying to catch her breath, wondering how he’d managed to change her position so quickly. He didn’t give her much time to think about it. Instead, his grip tightened on her hips. The head of his cock prodded her entrance before he thrust inside in a single thrust that stole her breath and made her moan. His cock was thick, filling her up, and when his finger found her clit and stroked along the sensitive nub, she shattered in an orgasm the likes of which she’d never felt. It shimmered from her head to her toes, pulling her along on a tide of sensation that left her breathless. When she could think again, she opened her eyes to find Craig stroking his cock. The sight renewed her arousal and she swallowed hard. “Want some help with that?” she asked, smiling up at him. Relief filled his gaze. He returned the smile, moving closer to her along the carpet. “I thought you’d never ask.” She opened her mouth and took him inside, running her tongue along the length of him, and let out another moan at the feeling. Vic behind her, his fingers digging into her skin, and Craig in front of her, his hand coming to brush her cheek. Her whole body shuddered. This could all be hers, for as long as she wanted. She wanted. She never would have considered such a scenario before, but now she didn’t know if she could ever go back. The heady feeling of being with two men at the same time made her level of arousal skyrocket. Even now, she could feel the stirrings of another orgasm deep inside her. Her pussy muscles tightened, trying to draw Vic even deeper, and a moan escaped her lips. She pushed her hips back against Vic, grinding herself against him. His answering chuckle sounded strained. His finger found her clit again and he stroked across her flesh, swirling and kneading until her hips bucked. She curled her hands into fists on the soft carpet, her eyes closing. The climax rushed over her, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Her body shook and her inner muscles contracted and released around Vic’s cock. Vic continued to thrust, his strokes growing faster, and he tugged her back against him to meet him each time. She worked Craig’s cock, pulling him as deep as she could take him before releasing him and starting the process all over again. Her tongue swirled over the head, licking up the moisture gathered at the tip. She teased him for as long as he let her -- which turned out to be no more than a minute. Before long, he growled and sent her a warning glance, letting her know how close he was to the edge. She smiled, tempted for a second to keep toying with him, but the lust and agony in his eyes changed her mind. She took him back inside her mouth, bobbing her head up and down the length of him, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. The sound he let out was a mix of relief and appreciation, and soon he was thrusting his hips forward to meet her lips. Craig’s hands came to the sides of her head to hold her in place and he came, emptying himself into her mouth. Vic followed Craig soon after, his fingers digging into Ava’s hips as he came with a loud groan, and they all collapsed onto the rug, one man on each side of her. Craig leaned in and kissed her, long and slow and deep. “You’re amazing,” he said when he pulled away. “No one’s ever told me that before.” “Somebody should have been telling you all along,” Vic said, snuggling against her back. “I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride.” Ava couldn’t help but agree. A few hours earlier, her life had been going down the toilet, and now she had two men interested in building a future with her. Granted, they’d used deceit to bring her to this point, and she’d have to have a talk with them about their methods later, but part of her couldn’t help but be happy about this new turn her life had taken. She’d never been able to interest one man in anything long-term before, and now she’d snagged two. “Maybe you’ll be my good luck charm,” Craig whispered. “What do you mean?” “You heard my grumbling about it when you broke into my house. I seem to have lost my touch for my business, and my partner isn’t too happy. I have a feeling things are going to turn around from here.” For a long time afterward, they all lay on the rug, curled up together in a tangle of limbs. Finally, Vic broke the silence. “Are you interested in more than a one-night stand?” Ava nodded. No single man had ever made her feel as good as these two did. She’d already been half in love with Vic a long while before tonight, and she could see herself falling for Craig, too. It wasn’t the relationship she’d always planned on whenever she thought about finally settling down, but suddenly it was the only one that made sense. “I think we can work something out. There’s just one problem, though.” Vic raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “The whole Fairy Godmother thing. It just isn’t for me. Think there’s something you could do about that?” Craig started laughing first, and soon Vic joined the other man. Vic leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “Yeah, probably. Anything for you, Ava. I’ll see what I can do.”       Elisa Adams   Born in Gloucester, Massachusetts, Elisa Adams has lived most of her life on the East Coast. Though she’s formerly been a nursing assistant and phlebotomist, writing has been a longtime hobby. Now a full time writer, she lives on the New Hampshire border with her three children. Visit Elisa’s website at http://www.elisaadams.com