The Lion, the Witch, and the Werewolf

Friday,” Azrael said. “Anael and I peeked into a few other art courses that I'm interested in. One is a painting course.”
“That's wonderful,” I said. “You can teach me some angelic painting techniques.”
“Do zey have sculpture class?” Kirill asked. He was a very talented wood-carver and had made me a pair of lion hair combs for my birthday one year.
“They do.” Az nodded. “It looked interesting. I'll bring you a textbook.”
“Zank you.” Kirill grinned.
“I'm so happy for you, Az,” I said as I got out of bed.
I headed to my dressing room to change into a nightgown for bed. I never used to bother with a nightgown before, but now that Lesya was walking, she'd often come downstairs on her own in the morning, and I didn't want her to find her mother naked in bed with a couple of her uncles. So far, she'd accepted that Mommy, Daddy, and Uncles were all a family, and Mommy loved Daddy and all her uncles. We'd even touched on the subject of sex. With her advanced maturity, that talk was coming a lot sooner than I wanted it. And with our family, it was kind of necessary. I was seriously contemplating putting doors in at the base of each tower stairwell so I could lock them at night. Or even during the day when I wanted some alone time with one of my men.
As I slipped into my lacy nightgown, I decided that I would. I even had the perfect item to use to make a door with; my old mirror. I'd just need one more thing for the second door. I looked around my dressing room for something. Perhaps an old comb or a jewelry dish? I headed for a little crystal tray on my vanity and as I reached for it, a chill went over my skin as if a frigid breeze had blown through the room. I went still and slowly looked over my shoulder at my new mirror.
I don't know what I was expecting to see but it must have been something horrible because when I saw my own reflection staring back at me, I jumped and then relaxed in the way you do after you've had a stupid scare.
“What's wrong with me?” I huffed at my reflection. “It's just a damn mirror.”
But as I stared at it, I got another chill. Maybe I wouldn't turn my old mirror into a door just yet. I wasn't sure how long I'd be keeping this new one. As much as it was beautiful, and I didn't want to hurt Re's feelings, I was also certain he'd understand if I told him I didn't want it in the Palace. As a Witch/Goddess/Faerie I never ignored my instincts, and my instincts were telling me to stay the hell away from that mirror.
I found a cloak and tossed it over the mirror. As soon as it was covered, I felt better.
“That's it,” I muttered. “You're out of here tomorrow, Mirror. I'm not that kind of witch and you don't even hang on the wall.”
I went back to my husbands feeling much better. I even closed the dressing room door for good measure.

Chapter Four
When Trevor became alpha again, he had declared that my bed was his bed, and he would share it with me whenever he wished. There would be no more schedules of who would get to sleep with me anymore. It had been one of the things that led the others to believe that Trevor wasn't going to be easy to get along with. But once the Wolf had been sated, Trevor returned and a few of the Wolf's more aggressive announcements were modified. Trevor didn't have a problem with treating everyone fairly. Nor did he have a problem with sharing my bed with another man. It was usually Kirill since Trevor and Kirill have always been close.
Last night had ended up being one such instance, and I woke up sandwiched between Kirill and Trevor. The guys had loved my idea of installing doors at the bottom of the stairs and had quickly gone into the butterfly garden—an inner courtyard behind the glass wall my bed was set against—and found a couple of twigs for me to transform into doors with my territory magic.
I glanced at the locked doors with a grin before I turned onto my belly and slid beneath the covers. It had been awhile since I could confidently engage my husbands in some morning sex. My hands swept down two thickly-muscled chests; fingertips trailing over the sexy dips and smooth skin until they trailed through springy curls, and I found the flesh I was searching for. With a happy purr, I started rubbing Kirill while I licked Trevor. The Alpha comes first, I thought with a grin.
The men stirred around me and angled toward me to make things easier. Then they slid closer together until they laid side-by-side. I ended up lying astride their legs—Kirill's left leg and Trevor's right—grinding myself over their shins and rubbing my breasts against their thighs as I moved back and forth between their cocks. Decisions, decisions. Nope; I couldn't decide. I was going to have both.
The masculine sounds of Kirill's and Trevor's delight were muffled by the blankets over me and the scent of their arousal was intense under there, but I loved it. I felt naughty hidden under the covers with their lower bodies. I rubbed my face against their silky skin, flicked my tongue over them from root to tip, and massaged them until they were both writhing with rapture. Their legs moved against me—bringing me with them in arousal—until they tossed back the covers, the cool air hitting my overheated face, and pulled me up between them.
Trevor pulled me beneath him and surged into me while Kirill kissed me passionately. My alpha's mouth was at my breast, his back bowed as his body thrust possessively into mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly as