Ignoring the pang in my chest at locking my loyal beasts out, I knelt between Ash and Darius, one hand on each of their muscled chests. Outside, the icy wind was doing its damnedest to shatter the bay windows along the front wall, but nothing could break this moment between us.
“You’re so beautiful,” Asher said, his eyes glazed with emotion that belied the ever-present bad-boy smirk on his face.
Darius nodded his agreement, reaching up to stroke my thigh. “I’m not sure what we’ve done to deserve you in our lives, Gray Desario, but not a moment goes by that I don’t thank the universe for you.”
“I love you both,” I said, emotion tightening my throat. We’d started this thing teasing each other, but now, seeing them together, both of them looking up at me like I’d painted every last star in the sky, I was overcome with gratitude. Asher was right—we were family in the true sense of the word. In the only sense that mattered. “More than you could possibly realize.”
Before they could respond, I pressed my fingers against their lips. I didn’t need to hear the words returned; I knew how they both felt. It was written in their eyes, glittering with the reflection of the firelight. It was laced through every touch, every kiss, every soft sigh I felt against my skin.
I’d once heard that the human body completely regenerates itself every seven to ten years. It sounded like myth to me, but in the last week alone, I’d already felt like I’d been through several iterations. I was a witch. I was a vampire. My blood contained that of the very fae we were hunting. Each revelation had unveiled countless others, until I no longer knew which way was up and which way was down.
Now here I was, a composite whole of all the various parts, sometimes breathing, sometimes not. Sometimes hungry, sometimes not. My heart never beat the same pattern for more than a few moments anymore. And each time I looked in the mirror, I found new facets, new scars, new shadows.
The only constant in my life now was this—my rebels. No matter how much I’d changed—physically, magically, emotionally—they’d stood by me through it all. Darius had asked what they’d done to deserve me in their lives, but I was the who’d been truly blessed.
Without their kindness, their loyalty, their bravery, their sacrifice, I’d still be a little lost girl shivering in a boat, floating in the harbor of a strange city she’d never even known was her home.
With tears in my eyes, I climbed on top of Asher, straddling him as Darius knelt behind me, kissing a slow, teasing path up my spine. My incubus was hard as steel, and I was wet and ready for him, lowering myself onto his length, taking him all the way in. Behind me, I felt the press of Darius’s erection against my backside, just as eager, just as ready, but his turn would come later.
Unlike me, Darius had infinite patience.
Wrapping his hands around my hips, he guided me into a slow roll that had Asher fisting the rug at his sides, his breath catching in his throat.
“Fucking hell, woman,” Asher groaned. “That’s…”
“Bloody brilliant,” Darius whispered, nipping my shoulder, his fangs teasing my hyper-sensitive skin. I leaned my head to the side, exposing the tender flesh of my neck, inviting the bite I knew he was dying to give me.
“Are you certain?” he whispered, nipping my earlobe.
Bearing one of my most vulnerable spots to him was the ultimate sign of trust, and therefore, forgiveness. He knew what I was saying with that gesture, and it wasn’t just about the exquisite pleasure I knew would follow.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Absolutely certain.”
As Asher’s hands slid up to palm my breasts, Darius sunk his fangs into my flesh, and I let out a cry of pure ecstasy. Warmth pooled on my skin, and he licked it seductively, taking his time as he swirled his tongue over my super-sensitive flesh, every delicious stroke making my blood simmer.
Asher sat up, capturing my nipple between his lips, sucking me hard as his hand slid down between us, fingers brushing my aching clit.
The two of them played my body like an instrument they’d mastered together long ago, touching and teasing and caressing until my nerves were humming, my thighs aching, my core throbbing, and still, they gave me more.
I didn’t want it to end, but I was quickly losing the capacity to hold back. I pushed Asher back down, hands on his shoulders, our eyes locked in a fiery gaze as I slowed my movements, rolling my hips, taking him in deeper and deeper until I brought him to the brink.
Clenching his teeth, he arched upward, driving in deeper, his hands gripping my thighs, fingers digging hard into my flesh.
“No,” I commanded. “Not yet.”
Asher blew out a breath, but I was in charge tonight, and I knew he wouldn’t come. Not until I was ready to make him.
I leaned forward and captured his mouth in a deep kiss, slowly sliding off his cock. Inch by inch, I kissed my way down his body—his chin, his jaw, his collarbone, the impressive ridges of his abs, my tongue tracing lines along his tattoos as I went. When I finally reached my destination, I fisted the base of his cock and took him into my mouth, slowly teasing the tip with my tongue before taking him deeper.
I arched my backside, brushing against Darius’s cock, an invitation as much as a demand. Without hesitation, Darius slid into me from behind, filling me as I took Asher deeper into my throat. Our connection was unbreakable; the pure pleasure of taking both of them inside me at the same time made me dizzy. It was all heat and fire and love and a perfect rhythm that drew me closer and closer to that pure, white-hot bliss.
I’d intended to tease Ash a little longer, but now I was the one who couldn’t hold out. I sucked him harder, bobbing my head, bringing him right back to that razor-thin ledge I’d left him on as Darius brought me to the same place.
“Fuck, Gray. You’re killing me.” Asher slid his hand into my hair, fisting it, guiding me to take him in deeper, slower, then fast, then slow again. I loved the way he tried to grasp the very last vestige of control, even as he was absolutely losing it.
I couldn’t hold out another second. Raking my nails down his thighs, I sucked him in deep once again, and he finally lost the battle, shuddering against my mouth, his moans of pleasure setting off my own orgasm. I arched back against Darius, who grabbed my hips and slammed into me harder, faster, chasing his own release and turning mine into an explosion of stars and fireworks that couldn’t be contained.
The sounds that came out of my mouth… I was pretty sure I’d never heard anything quite like that before.
