She’d be the perfect puzzle piece between us, writhing in exquisite rapture while we took her to oblivion and back.
All the females we’d shared previously meant nothing, were just passing opportunities we took temporary pleasure from.
Aflora would be different.
Because she belonged to us, as we belonged to her.
Our mate.
Our minds would soon be intertwined—once we bit her two more times.
I groaned at the very real thought of what that would mean for us, how truly intimate it would be to fuck her whileinsideher. Our souls married as one. Our hearts beating in tandem with the other.
Fuck, who knew that could be so damn sexy?
I never desired a mate because it wasn’t meant for me. Kols was my future. Serving as his Guardian my only path.
But now Aflora existed between us.
Having her changed everything.
“Zeph,” she whispered, her plea a song I wanted to strum all night. I’d paused just under her clit, tasting without pleasing, and she desired more.
Her knuckles were white around the headboard, her restraint admirable as she held on for dear life. I could see her desire to let go, grab my head, and guide me upward to the place she needed me to touch.
I hummed against her flesh, smiling when she jolted. The reverberations would have given her just a hint of satisfaction, only to pull her deeper into a blanket of despair.
“Please,” she said, her musical voice a proverbial stroke against my shaft. Because I loved the sound of a female begging, especially her.
“Please what?” I taunted her, studying her face as her eyes clenched shut in pleasurable frustration. Because my words had vibrated her once more. “Do you want me to suck your little clit into my mouth, Aflora? Massage you with my tongue until you explode?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her legs trembling around me.
“Say it,” I encouraged her. “Tell me to suck your clit.”
She gave an adorable little groan, my demand turning her on even more. It helped that my lips were now brushing her clit when I spoke, the heat of my breath stroking her arousal.
Her tongue slipped from her mouth to dampen her lips, a shuddering exhale escaping her as she quivered. “Please suck my clit, Zeph. Let me come.”
Clever angel, I thought, amused. Not only had she asked nicely, but she’d also added a comment about being allowed to fall apart. “You’re perfect, Aflora,” I informed her. “Fucking perfect.” And she didn’t even know why. She was just a natural at submitting to me, her ability to take instruction displaying gorgeously in the bedroom.
I rewarded her with a firm lick, my mouth closing around her sensitive bud and giving her the suction she craved.
She screamed, her body coming off the mattress as she maintained a death grip on the bars of the headboard. Her admirable display of submission required an ample reward, so I gave it to her. “Come for me, pixie flower,” I whispered. “Come hard.”
I’d barely uttered the last two words when she fell apart on a scream that I would forever remember. Because it was underlined with my name. Never had I enjoyed hearing it more than in this moment as she repeated it over and over, her head thrashing from side to side as she shattered spectacularly beneath my tongue.
Kols stirred beside me in his bed, his mind attuned to mine and Aflora’s, his voyeuristic tendencies shining through as he observed us. He stroked his cock in the real world, just outside the dreamscape, his orgasm mounting.
I reached across to stop him from continuing. “No. Time for you to join us.”
“What?” Aflora asked, surfacing from her orgasmic state and hearing me speaking out loud and in my mind to Kols.
He didn’t hesitate or argue, his powers mingling with mine as he joined us inside her mind.
I smiled as her eyebrows flew upward, her red cheeks showcasing her recent pleasure. Kissing a line up her abdomen, I returned to her mouth as I settled my body alongside hers. “Kols wants to play, too.”
“But he hates me,” she whispered to me, causing Kols to chuckle as he settled between her legs.
