My skin prickled, and my breath caught. I could only nod. He entered me, the angle making a claim that shot straight to my core. I cried out, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, by how completely he filled me.
Finn knelt before me, his expression one of pure adoration. I reached for him, drawing him closer and guiding him into my mouth. The double sensation nearly undid me: Zane moving inside me in a steady rhythm, and Finn heavy and salt-sweet on my tongue. We found a cadence, a perfect, primal trinity, communication flowing not through words but through touch.
Zane’s pace was relentless, a deep, powerful tempo that pushed me closer to the edge. Finn was his gentle echo. With every thrust and every caress, they healed the jagged scars Bruvor had left behind.
“Mine,” Zane growled against my shoulder. Each powerful drive from behind pushed me forward, impaling my mouth on Finn’s length in a deep, visceral cadence. I was the vessel between them, the fulcrum of their shared pleasure.
Even lost in ecstasy, Finn watched me, ensuring this was what I truly wanted. I’d never felt more seen, more desired, more loved.
The surrounding magic intensified. Beneath us, the moss flared brighter, its soft glow a warm,living pulse responding to the surge of power building between us. Their devotion filled every crack in my soul.
The pressure inside me built to an unbearable peak. Zane’s pumps became harder and more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening as he chased his own release. Adrift in the storm of sensation, I focused on Finn, my mouth working him with newfound urgency. I flattened my tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein as I took him deeper. Finn stroked the back of my neck, his gaze locked with mine, his pelvis moving in a shallow, careful rhythm.
A cry tore from my throat, muffled against his flesh, as my climax crashed through me in relentless waves. My inner muscles clenched around Zane, and he followed me over the edge with a guttural groan, his warmth flooding me. A moment later, Finn tensed, his fingers tightening in my hair. I hollowed my cheeks, drawing him deep, and his release hit my tongue in a hot, salty pulse, a final, intimate offering that I swallowed as the world spun to a stop.
The power burst through us, and a quiet click settled in my chest, the lock closing and sealing with final certainty.
We collapsed, breathless and spent. Zane’s weight settled against my back, his arms wrapping around me to pull me against his chest. Finn curled up in front of me, his forehead resting against mine, our fingers laced together.
The magic ebbed like a retreating tide, and in its wake came something profound: completion. The connection was whole, sealed in blood, pleasure, and devotion. I could feel them now, their very essence woven into mine.
The moss glowed beneath us, bathing us in gentle light. I looked at my palms then touched my shoulder where they’d bitten me. But the wounds had already closed, leaving only faint marks that would fade by morning. Thescars on our souls ran deeper than skin, and we’d marked each other in ways that transcended flesh.
All under the watchful eye not of my god of light, who would never witness the intimacy of vampires. Shame never touched me. We’d sealed our love under Lady Eona’s half-moon instead.
Chapter 23
Sidney
We returned to my quarters in the early hours of morning, sated. I shed my sullied bonding clothes and bathed, letting the steam and water soothe me. Butters had beaten me to the bathroom, fast asleep in the scoop of the sink and snoring.
Razira’s invitation to tea lingered at the edge of my thoughts. As I chose what to wear for the rest of the evening, the unease I’d tried to ignore surged back, knotting beneath my ribs.
Finn took his turn bathing, leaving Nibs perched on a side table. His tiny eyes tracked me as I secured a couple daggers in the hidden pockets of my gown.
“Can you understand me?” I asked.
I reached for my spark of magic and found a cold, damp echo, a sluggish flicker that died before I could take hold of it. After how intense it’d been to bond with Zane and Finn, it was hardly a surprise that my body needed to recover before I could effectively use my gifts, let alone the powers of my new mates. Not that I knew how to do so yet.
Nibs twitched his little whiskers, either unaware of thequestion or unable to respond. I offered him my hand. “Come with me.”
He sniffed my fingertips and licked the salt from them.
When it became clear we weren’t getting anywhere, I picked him up and put him on my shoulder, where he perched after squeaking a complaint. Then I pushed into the bathroom, startling Finn when he glanced up at the door. Water sloshed around him.
I’m stealing your mouse,I signed.
And here I thought you wanted to admire.He posed, arms on the rim of the tub. We’d just barely gotten our clothes back on long enough to head inside, and I bit my lip as I took in his lean body in better lighting. Sudsy water hid the lower half of him. Unfortunately.
Do not tempt me. I am already going to try licking every freckle off your body when I return.
He bounced his brow, though a faint flush lit his cheeks. He lifted his hands, then hesitated. After a thoughtful moment, he signed,Why do you need Nibbles?
I would like him to summon you and Zane if I run into trouble.
He relayed the plan to Nibs with a furrow of concentration pinching his face. After a long moment, the small animal bobbed its entire body.
He says he will do it if you sneak him a treat.
