His fingers curl, stroking, finding that spot that makes my hips buck and my breath hitch. Pleasure builds, a pressure that grows and grows, threatening to consume me. For an instant, the echo of fear tries to rise again, but this time the reality of the now—press of hands and the heat of mouths and the thunder of the magic—makes it collapse inward until it is nothing but a shadow.
I shatter, pleasure crashing over me like a wave. My body convulses, my breath hitches, my heart pounds.
"You are such a good girl, Chaos," says Kyrian. "You're gorgeous, sexy, and so incredibly strong."
Kai's mouth finds mine and kisses with fierce demand. His tongue invades, his teeth nip, his breath mingles with mine. He swallows my moans and anchors me all at once. I'm consumed by sensation, by pleasure, by the feel of their hands, their mouths, their bodies.
The compulsion turns from a claw to a rope I can climb: every lick, every dip of a tongue, every finger pump is a rung. I stop thinking and I take them all. The ritual lifts me and carriesme, and the frenzy arrives as inevitable as a storm—hot, wet, and all-consuming.
As my climax starts to settle, Logan pulls me onto him, his hardness sliding into me. Filling me with ecstasy. His hands gripping my hips firmly and I feel every inch of him as he stretches me. He starts to move inside me, his thrusts slow and deliberate, building a new wave of sensation. It makes my magic purr but it’s not enough. Not for the magic and not for me. My body moves greedily and the moans escaping my lips take on a more desperate pitch with each heartbeat.
More. Please. I need more.I don’t say the words aloud, but I don’t need to.
Kai is already responding, his hands scooping the wetness trickling down my thighs and spreading it along my back entrance. It’s slick and warm and makes my heart stutter to a new speed yet. The rational part of me shivers with nerves but the bigger part, the one drunk on magic and need, begs him to hurry. To connect. To merge.
Each moment apart makes the magic burn scolding hot over my skin.
Kai bites into my shoulder and I cry out at the sudden sting. Yet by the time the sound escapes my lips, the sensation has already morphed from pain into something else, something dark and delicious that makes my core clench around Logan. I gasp.
That’s when Kai takes me from behind. It's slow and filling as deep, deep, deep. I whimper at the stretch, then whimper again as his hand comes around front to tease my engorged bud. I can feel them both now, separated by only a thin barrier of flesh, their lengths sliding against each other in a rhythm that makes my heart pound. Zings of what must be magic shoot from my core and race down my body. My breasts ache. My toes curl. Every fiber of my being vibrates under the relentless erratic assault.
It's too much, too intense, but I can't get enough. I need more, need them to move faster, harder. I push back against Kai, meeting his thrusts with my own, and he growls, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“One more, Chaos," says Kyrian. His fingers tangle in my hair, his cock brushing against my lips until I open my mouth greedily. The taste of him is salty and earthy, a primal flavor that sends a shiver down my spine. I have only a heartbeat to savor the velvety feel of him along my tongue, to appreciate how his cock twitches with each beat of his heart that now matches mine. After that, we start to spiral into a new abyss.
Logan’s thrusts become harder, more urgent, his length sliding against Kai's in a dance that makes my core sing with magic. I feel every ridge, thick every inch of them as they move inside me, from the hardness in my mouth, to the pounding into my backside and sex. The thrusts are frenzied, the males’ bodies slamming into mine.
I’m close. So close. We all are.
I can feel their magic, the hum of their essence, magnifying with every thrust. My every nerve is alive, vibrating with pleasure. The coalesces into a tangible force that lifts from the runes along the males’ skin. And the pressure building inside me? It's so intense that it hurts.
Kyrian’s grip on my hair tightens. "That’s it, Chaos," he pants. “Let yourself go. Let us take you.”
I come undone, the release crashing over me with a tsunami’s force. My body convulses, my breath hitches, my heart pounds. I’m consumed by pleasure, by the feel of their hands, their mouths, their bodies. The magic surges, a flood of power that fills and heals me. That binds my essence to theirs. And theirs to mine.
Which would be terrifying if it wasn’t so damn addicting. My mind spins. My sex throbs. And all I want is to do it all again. And again. And -
“I hate to interrupt," a voice that sounds like a female version of Kai says from somewhere beyond the sphere of what I care about. “But there is a rather large Eryndor army marching on us. So if Prince Kyrian could find his trousers and take charge of what’s now his detachment, everyone would be most appreciative."
Chapter 24
Rowan
"Rowan!" Ellie charges into the tent at daybreak, her red curls plastered to her head with droplets of starting rain. "You're alive."
"That seems to be the current consensus." I sit up on the cot, pulling a woolen blanket tighter across my shoulders. I’m cold and every muscle in my body feels like it's been pounded, stretched, then pounded again. "Though I might as well still be unconscious for all that anyone is telling me."
I glare pointedly at Logan, who's been stubbornly maintaining his wolf form ever since Kai and Kyrian made their hasty departure.
The wolf yawns, showing a set of very large glistening teeth, and sprawls across the tent's entrance like a furry, oversized door guard, golden eyes tracking Ellie's every movement.
"The whole camp's gone mad," Ellie says, dropping to her knees beside me. Her hands flutter over my arms and face like she's checking to make sure I'm real. "Scouts are reporting Eryndor forces massing just beyond the ridge, at least a thousand strong. Prince Theron left the night before, so Kyrian has command — except he is between a rock wall and a tsunami. We’ve too few soldiers to hold a line and not enough weaponsto arm those we do have. If we hold our ground, we lose. If we retreat, we’d be leaving Lethara’s egg. It’s too young and fragile to be moved.”
“Shit.” I rub my face, distantly curious when Ellie started referring to the fae aswe. “The Commandant probably thinks this camp is an attack force. And why wouldn’t she? Hell, itwasan attack force until Thereon decided to outsource said attack to mercenaries.”
Ellie’s mouth twists. “And when we show no signs of retreating, it will only reinforce the image of aggressive occupation.”
“Exactly.” Commandant Ainsley doesn’t wait threats out—she crushes them. My mother’s reputation was forged on fields painted red with blood of fae who thought she’d hesitate.
