“It's far more beautiful in the Spring,” Narcissus said petulantly. “Oddly enough, that's the one thing I can't control; the weather.”
“The snow doesn't bother me as much as seeing that mirrored horizon.” I nodded toward the endless reflection of palace and forest. It went on and on, bouncing back and forth to the mirror behind us to send the palace into infinity. “It's like living in a funhouse.”
“A funhouse?” Narcissus asked.
“Oh, um.” I frowned as I tried to think of a way to explain it to an ancient Greek god who had been trapped in a mirror for centuries. “It's a place created for entertainment; they usually include a room lined in mirrors and when you stand in it, your reflection repeats endlessly.”
“Ah, yes.” Narcissus murmured as he stared at the mirror-border. “I've gotten used to it but it was disconcerting at first.”
“It's fucking disturbing,” the Wolf said. “It makes me want to catapult boulders at it.”
“I've tried to break it.” Narcissus nodded in agreement. “It's indestructible.”
“Nothing is indestructible,” I said determinedly. “We'll figure it out.”
Narcissus smiled softly at me. “I had hope like that once.” Then he turned and left.
And the sunlight left with him.
“I suppose I'd become just as cynical as him if I were trapped here as long as he has been,” I mused.
“He's become more than cynical,” the Wolf said as he stared after Narcissus. “He smells wrong, just like this place.”
“There's something that's been bothering me about him too,” I agreed. “I didn't realize what it was until he questioned me about the funhouse.”
“Vhat is it?” Kirill asked.
“The way he speaks.” I shook my head. “He talks like a modern man, and yet he said the last time a human came into the Mirror was a century ago.”
“You're right.” The Wolf's eyes widened. “His speech is all wrong. Even if he picked things up from the humans who came here, he'd still be using an older vernacular.”
“Exactly,” I said. “When I asked him what would happen if the Mirror starved, he said; 'Fuck if I know.' That's a very modern expression. I don't think it was bandied about in the early 1900s.”
“Which means that he's had far more recent visitors,” the Wolf said.
“Vhy vould he lie to us?” Kirill asked.
“I don't know,” I whispered. “It could be several reasons. Maybe he wants us to be more eager to leave.”
“No matter what the situation is here, we want out,” the Wolf said. “I don't think that's it.”
“Or perhaps he doesn't want us to know how strong he is,” I suggested.
Kirill grimaced and shook his head. “Vhatever his motives are, ve cannot trust him.”
“No, we can't,” I said softly. “The mere fact that Nemesis locked him in here speaks against him.”
“Let's try to get some sleep,” the Wolf said. “We'll think better after some rest.”
I didn't think I'd be able to sleep but once I was in the massive, crystal, four-poster bed, lying between my husbands, I drifted off very quickly.
Chapter Eight
The Wolf was right; sleep was just what we needed. I awoke with a new idea. I turned to tell him, but it wasn't the Wolf who stared sleepily at me, it was Trevor.
“Hey, you,” I whispered as I stroked his cheek.
“Hey back,” Trevor murmured in his sexy, morning voice. “A mirror-prison; that's a first.”
“Yeah. At least there aren't chains.” I chuckled. “I just got over my aversion to them.”
“It would be a shame to have to work out your issues again.” He smirked in a way that made a lie out of his words.
“I'm sure the Wolf would hate that.” I smirked back.
“You're getting him excited.” Trevor pulled me against his chest... and his erection.
“Not that I'm unhappy with you being here, but is there a reason you're back?” I asked. “I thought maybe you were letting him handle this one.”
“I was, but he was getting frustrated.” Trevor's hands began to wander. “I thought I'd take over for awhile. A frustrated wolf is dangerous.”
“Take over, huh?” I reached between us and palmed his thickening shaft.
Trevor growled and it was echoed behind me by Kirill. Another hard body slid up against my back, Kirill's cock nestling between my ass cheeks as he set his mouth against my throat. I moaned and reached back to hold his head to me while Trevor kissed me tenderly. As our tongues slid languorously over each other and my hand started to work Trevor eagerly, Kirill took the sensitive flesh of my neck between his teeth, lifted my leg, and angled himself into me.
I cried out into Trevor's kiss, delicious tingles racing down my spine. Kirill suddenly let go of my neck and shifted, pushing my top leg straight up as he got onto his knees over my bottom leg. He held my thigh to his chest tightly as he leaned forward and violently slammed into me. It bent my leg back to my chest and opened me up for deeper thrusts, but I had to let go of Trevor to accommodate Kirill. It was a bit startling, his sudden lusty savagery, but in a good way. In a; keeping things interesting way.
Trevor took it in stride, getting to his knees to toss aside the pillows so he could position himself at my mouth. I opened to him, and he slid his cock urgently past my lips. I groaned in delight as his silky heat plunged across my tongue and filled my mouth as Kirill filled my sex. Trevor's hand reached between Kirill and me to flick over my clit rapidly, and I came in just a few minutes; my body clenching around Kirill as my mouth vibrated around Trevor with my screams. The men continued
