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how to touch Corwin; how she should caress his shoulders and stroke his chest, gently chafing his nipples with her palms. Darius breathed deeply and slowly, and the rhythm of his breathing crept into Miranda, until she found her breath matching with his. With each intake of air, she felt the fire leave her, to be replaced with the twined scents of the men—scents of night air, sweat, musk and something more.
    Darius moved their hands lower, stroking Corwin’s hard, flat abdomen. Corwin sighed. He stretched and he shifted. Darius moved her hands up to stroke Corwin’s shoulders again, then down once more to rest her palm over Corwin’s heart.
    Corwin was still pale, but the terrible haunted look had left his eyes, replaced by the bright spark she had seen there before. She could feel both of their rhythms now—Darius’s breath and his heart at her back, Corwin’s heart beneath her hands. It seemed that those unique rhythms synchronized and merged with her own, becoming one pulsation strong enough to surround the flames, to seize them and change them.
    Darius lifted both her hands away from Corwin’s chest. Miranda whimpered; she could not help it. She did not want to leave off touching Corwin. She felt Darius’s mouth smile against her cheek as he lowered her hands to Corwin’s cock.
    A sigh escaped Miranda as the velvet softness filled her hands. She tried to stroke Corwin herself, but Darius would not permit it. His hands commanded hers, running them up and down Corwin’s cock. It began to swell under their attentions, and Miranda felt her heart leap. Darius’s breathing grew ragged. His own cock pressed urgently against her hip as he controlled her hands, forcing her to go slowly, to caress Corwin’s shaft, to cup his balls and finger the blunt tip.
    To make Corwin sigh again. To make him say, “Yes. Oh, yes.”
    Miranda felt her spirit open wider, and the remaining fire—dangerous no longer—reached out. She knew instinctively she wanted to bring this inner flame to Corwin. She wanted that as much as she wanted to bring his cock inside her, but she didn’t know how it could be done.
    “Kiss him, Miranda,” said Darius, as if he read her thoughts. “Lie down with him.”
    Miranda needed no further urging. She kissed Corwin, strongly, and openly. She felt Darius move away, but in no way was his strength gone from her. Corwin caught her in his arms and rolled her onto the bed beneath him. He pinned her against the mattress and thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. Miranda laced her fingers through his hair and kissed back hungrily. At the same time, she spread her thighs so his hardening cock could press more closely against her pussy. Her nipples tightened and strained as he moved on top of her. The slick coolness of her thin nightdress grew hot from their fevered skins. She stroked his back, all the way to his taut ass, and dug her fingers in, making him gasp, making him rub his cock harder against her.
    “Now.” Darius positioned himself so he could lift Miranda’s head and pillow it against his strong thighs. He reached down and slid his hands between Miranda and Corwin, cupping her breasts in his palms and massaging them. Where before his touch had eased the fires, now it brightened them, joyfully. She arched her back, thrusting up with her breasts to seek Darius’s hands and her hips to meet Corwin’s cock. Corwin stretched over her, taking his weight on his elbows, as he ground his hips against hers, making his hard cock circle against her straining nub. She felt something brush her cheek, and realized it was Darius’s tight balls and erect cock caressing her face as he rolled and teased her nipples with rough fingers. Miranda gasped. She moaned. Fire, all was fire, but now it was beautiful, and if she should turn to ashes from it, it was all she desired.
    Corwin shoved her nightdress up around her waist, and Darius drew it over her head and cast it aside. Cold air washed across her, making