Zane yanked the towel from my body and tossed it aside. Then he scooted down the bed, spread my thighs, and licked a wet stripe up my pussy.
“Fuck, you taste divine, pet. Sweet and salty. My favorite vintage.”
A disgruntled huff told me Alaric was unhappy about playing second fiddle again, so I reached for him.
“Let me taste you too,” I gasped as Zane sucked my clit into his mouth. “Please!”
“Good plan. I’m sure five minutes is four minutes too long for ol’ sparky boy.”
“Fuck you,” Alaric snapped, but his heated gaze was firmly on me, or rather, my breasts.
“Hurry!” Zane was right. Maverick would know—again—what we were doing. He always felt it through the bond.
With a muttered curse, my storm mage kicked his jeans off and joined us on the bed. He bent over and sucked a nipple, swirling his tongue around my hard peak. Stars, between the two of them, I was close to coming again.
How did other females cope with less talented mates? I felt sorry for those poor bitches.
“Choke her with your cock, Fritz,” Zane purred as he slid a finger inside me.
Alaric didn’t need to be told twice. The salty taste of him burst on my tongue when he pressed his thick shaft between my lips, edging deeper until I gagged.
“Good girl,” my storm mage crooned, withdrawing just enough to let me catch my breath before pushing in another inch. An angry roar echoed from downstairs, causing Zane to double down on his efforts to make me come.
Alaric groaned at the same time as my pussy fluttered. Pleasure crashed over me, sending burning embers into the air above us. Salty release flooded my mouth, and I struggled to swallow it all.
“Such a good little pet!” Zane grinned as he moved over me, licking his fingers clean. “Now let’s get you dressed.”
Maverick’s lips flattened into a line when I appeared in the kitchen with a sheepish smile. My cheeks flushed under his scrutiny, but I refused to apologize for taking my pleasure again.
He sighed. “Let me feed you, little mate.”
“I can feed myself,” I huffed, rolling my eyes.
“Please,” he said with a low whine. My bear’s need to take care of me felt suffocating sometimes, but I understood it was a bear thing, as he’d repeatedly explained, so I relented.
The minute I sat down, Maverick filled a plate for me. While I’d been upstairs, someone, probably Maverick, had made a selection of side dishes.
A spoonful of potato salad passed my lips, and I groaned.
“That good, little mate?” I nodded, hungrier than I’d realized. Maverick forked up some pasta, and I opened my mouth for him like a good little witch.
When the first batch of steaks was ready, he gave me the biggest one and then cut it up into small bites. I tried not to whimper at how delicious and tender the meat was.
My bear continued feeding me as the others helped themselves to the spread. Rasmus was the only one of us who sat back, a glass of viscous fake blood in his hand. He said nothing, but each time I accepted a morsel of food, his eyes tracked my throat as I swallowed.
Eventually, I could eat no more and pushed the plate away.
“I made devil’s cake for you,” my bear teased, much happier now that he’d satisfied one of my primary needs.
“Honestly, I’ve had enough of demonic things,” I muttered, still deeply traumatized by my father’s enthusiastic dating activities.
“Have some cake,” Maverick urged. “It was my mother’s recipe.” A wave of sadness hit me down the bond.
Since chocolate was one of my top food groups, I nodded. I figured I’d be burning a lot of calories over the next few days, so a slab of cake would restore my energy levels.
“Help me clear the table,” Alaric said to Zane and Kai. The three of them quickly loaded the dishwasher before Maverick picked me up and deposited me by the fire. Rasmus lifted me onto his lap, and a few seconds later, Maverick reappeared with a slice of chocolate cake.
It looked and smelled delicious, and even though my stomach was full, I knew I couldn’t deny my bear mate. If feeding me cake helped ease his sorrow, then it was the least I could do.
