“God, yes,” he breathes, his hands settling on my hips.
I sink down onto him slowly, taking him inch by inch. He feels so real, and so present, filling me completely. I move up and back down, slowly at first, then faster as my own need takes over.
Drake meets each thrust, his hands guiding my hips for me, his eyes never leaving mine. “You feel like a miracle,” he tells me.
Behind me, Soren watches, his hands wandering over my back, my ass, occasionally reaching around to stroke my clit in time with our movements. I feel his hardness pressed against my lower back, a promise of what’s to come.
Lucien moves to kneel beside Drake’s head, his hand tangling in my hair. He pulls me forward with unmistakable authority, bringing my mouth to his cock. I open obediently, taking him in,moaning around him as Drake hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me.
The dual sensation is intense with Drake filling me below, Lucien in my mouth, Soren’s hands everywhere, touching, teasing, pushing me toward the edge. I lose myself in it, in them, in the heat and pleasure building to an inevitable climax.
Drake comes first, then an orgasm rips through me, leaving me gasping and trembling. But the others aren’t done with me yet.
Soren eases me off Drake, turning me to face him. “My turn,” he says, his eyes glittering with wicked intent. He lays back, pulling me on top of him, guiding me down onto his length in one smooth motion before I can recover.
Where Drake was gentle, Soren is relentless, his hips driving up into me with a force that borders on too much, finding places inside me I didn’t know existed. He pushes boundaries I didn’t know I had, one hand on my throat, squeezing lightly, a reminder of who’s in control now.
“Too much?” he asks.
I shake my head, unable to form words as he hits a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Good girl,” he praises, and the echo of Lucien’s words earlier sends another wave of pleasure through me.
Lucien moves behind me, his hands gliding over my skin. “May I?” he asks, and though the question is vague, I know exactly what he’s asking.
“Yes,” I breathe, already pushing into his touch.
His fingers are slick, and he circles my other entrance, preparing me slowly, carefully. There’s pressure, then a brief second of discomfort that quickly melts into pleasure as he eases a finger inside.
Drake watches from the side, still mostly hard, his blue eyes bright with renewed interest. He leans in to kiss me, swallowing my moans as Soren continues his relentless pace below and Lucien works me open patiently.
When Lucien finally enters me, the sensation is almost too much. I’m filled completely, stretched to my limits, caught between them in the most exquisite way. They move together, finding a rhythm that drives me higher and higher, toward a peak I’m not sure I’ll survive.
“Let go,” Lucien tells me in my ear, his mesmerizing voice a command I can’t disobey.
And I do. The second orgasm hits me harder than the first, and I scream out. Soren follows immediately, his release triggering Lucien’s, and for a moment, we’re together in a perfect, shared ecstasy.
Afterward, I collapse, sweaty and completely satisfied. Drake pulls me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively. Soren sprawls on my other side, one leg thrown over mine. Lucien, ever the gentleman, disappears for a split second with his vampire speed, then begins gently cleaning me with a warm, damp cloth. When he’s finished taking care of me, he then settles at the foot of the bed, one hand resting on my ankle.
The storm outside continues to rage, but in here, in this cocoon of warmth and safety, nothing can touch us. I drift toward sleep,surrounded by the three men who have, against all odds, become my protectors, my lovers, my strange, broken family.
I close my eyes, letting sleep take me, knowing that I’m not really alone now. Not tonight. Not anymore.
Twenty-Four
Ash
The only sound in the night is the crunch under my boots as I pace back and forth. The storm has ended, and the night is now clear and bright, with the stars and moon glittering in the dark sky above. I check the time again. After midnight. She should be here by now. But I already know she won’t come, can feel exactly why, through the throbbing of the blood mark that binds her to me. It’s been burning all evening, sending waves of her pleasure straight into my veins like poison. Spread out for three men at once, while I stand alone in the freezing cold waiting for her like a fool.
The fury that rises in me threatens to swallow me whole.
I know every detail of how the night played out. The mark is a two-way mirror, and I’ve spent it haunted by flashes of her body, her gasps, the way she moans for the ones she trusts, unlike me. She let Soren be rough with her, let Lucien take her apart with his calculated moves. Even the fucking ghost got his turn. I felt it all, each wave of her pleasure like a slap in the face, a reminderthat there is a want in her that I am not allowed to touch. Not really.
Every time she fucks one of them, or all of them, it’s like acid through my body. Maybe she knows I’m out here, seething. Maybe she wants me to feel it. To suffer.
This connection we share is becoming a curse. I meant it as a leash to control her, to harness her power. Now it’s a window into intimate moments I never wanted to witness. I could end this training arrangement. I don’t need her. The Blood Moon Coven is scattered, broken after Helena’s coup and Jasmine’s subsequent takeover. My life’s work lies in ruins. Why am I still tethering myself to this girl?
Because she’s mine.
