“Both,” I manage. “Gods, Jace—”
“Shh. Watch.”
Stellan rises from the couch, and I see him clearly for the first time tonight. He’s stripped down to his pants, pale elegant muscle on display. When he undoes his belt, his cock springs free—long and curved and flushed dark with want.
Wes makes a sound justlookingat it. So do I—though mine comes out strangled because Jace has added a third finger and I’m stretched and full and trying desperately to pay attention to what’s happening on the couch.
“Four years,” Stellan murmurs, moving behind Wes, trailing his fingers down that sweat-slicked spine. “Four years of watching you. Wanting you. Denying myself.”
“Then stop denying yourself.” Wes pushes back toward him, shameless, desperate. “Please, Stellan. I’ve wanted you just as long.”
Jace’s thumb finds my clit at the same moment Stellan positions himself at Wes’s entrance. I’m trembling, caught between watching and feeling, overwhelmed by both.
“If we do this,” Stellan says quietly, “you’ll feel what I feel. Feeder to Feeder. No barriers.”
“I know.” Wes’s voice is certain despite the desperation. “I want that. I wantyou.”
Stellan pushes inside.
The sound Wes makes iswrecked—halfway between a sob and a moan, his whole body arching off the couch. Stellan is longer than Gray, I can tell from the way Wes’s breath punches out, the way his hands scrabble for purchase.
I come without warning.
Jace’s fingers, Stellan sinking into Wes, the Feeder magic starting to pulse through the bond—it all crashes together and I’m clenching around Jace’s hand, gasping, my whole body shaking.
“There you go,” Jace breathes, fucking me through it with his fingers. “That’s one. Let’s see how many more we can get while you watch.”
“Oh god—” Wes gasps from the couch. “Oh fuck, you’re—I can feel—”
“Yes.” Stellan bottoms out, hips flush against Wes’s ass, and holds there. His eyes have gone dark, his jaw clenched. “You feel that? Your hunger and mine, recognizing each other.”
The magic in the roomshifts.
I feel it through the bond—this warm pulse of energy that starts in my chest and radiates outward. Wes is feeding, but not the way he does with me or Gray. He’s feedingwithStellan, their power tangling together, creating something that feels like a live wire in my bloodstream.
“Oh fuck,” Jace breathes against my neck, his fingers stilling inside me. “Whatisthat?”
“Feeder sync,” Theo says from somewhere nearby, his voice strained. “When two of them connect during sex, it creates a feedback loop. Pleasure amplifying pleasure.”
Stellan starts to fuck him.
It’s not gentle or careful. But deep, driving thrusts that have Wes crying out with every one, his cock bouncing untouched, precome dripping onto the couch beneath him. Stellan’s hands grip his hips with bruising force, centuries of control finally cracking.
Jace resumes his rhythm inside me, matching Stellan’s pace, and I’m caught between watching and feeling—every thrust into Wes echoed by Jace’s fingers curling inside me.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Stellan’s voice has gone ragged, nothing like his usual elegant composure. “How many times I watched you with Gray and imagined it was me? Imagined being inside you, making you make these sounds—”
“Stellan—” Wes is barely coherent. “Please, I need—I’m so close—”
“Not yet.” Stellan slows his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. Weswhines. “I want to feel you break first. I want to feel it through the bond.”
The feedback loop spikes so hard my knees buckle. Jace catches me, his free arm wrapping around my waist, holding me up while his other hand keeps working me. From the armchair, Rhett makes a low sound—watching all of it, watching me fall apart while watching them.
Stellan reaches around and wraps his hand around Wes’s cock—finally,finally—and strokes him in time with his thrusts. Once. Twice. Three times.
Wesscreams.
He comes so hard his whole body convulses, clamping down on Stellan’s cock, shooting across the couch and the floor. The orgasm seems to last forever, his body jerking with aftershocks, Stellan fucking him through every wave.
