Page 59 of On Burning Paths

"Yes," I manage. "Please."

Thorian is at my side. He places one hand on my stomach, and I turn to look at him. Our gazes hold as he slides his hands down my stomach, lower and lower. Lower and lower. Until he brushes the top of my mound, and I instinctually spread my legs. He shudders, then slides his hand lower until he’s gently running his thumb over my entrance.

I take deep breaths that rattle my whole body as Talon continues to feed on my throat. Talon flicks my nipples, and a shiver rolls through me, and then Thorian is parting my lower lips. He dips his finger inside of me, touching me in a way no man has ever touched me before. But to my surprise, it doesn’t just feel nice. It feels amazing. Almost soothing. And then, he touches me in a certain spot, and I gasp, realizing he found my clit. Women talk about that magical spot, but I’ve never known it until now.

His fingers stroke slowly and deliberately over my clit and I forget about everything else except how I feel at this moment. My hips chase the feeling instinctively, shifting back and forth, and he does it again, watching my face with that dark, intent expression of his, like he's cataloguing every reaction.

"Thorian," I breathe.

"I have you," he says.

Fenric brings his hands to my hips and guides me gently, lifting me slightly in the water, and I wrap my legs around his waist the way he indicates, locking my ankles behind him. Thorian continues to touch me, but Fenric levels himself below Thorian’s hand, waiting at my entrance, just frozen there, and the anticipation of it makes my inner muscles clench around nothing. Talon breaks his bite on my neck, groaning loudly, and presses kisses against my neck.

"Slowly," Thorian says, low, to Fenric.

Fenric nods, his eyes on mine, and begins to ease forward.

The first inch makes me exhale sharply. He's big, bigger than I was entirely prepared for, and my body stretches to accommodate him, unfamiliar and overwhelming and so, so full. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, holding my breath, wondering if this is even possible. I’m a human. I’m small. Can I even take a berserker?

"Breathe," Fenric murmurs. "We've got you. Just breathe."

I breathe. Thorian's fingers continue their slow, steady movement against my clit and I feel myself soften around Fenric incrementally, my body beginning to understand what it's being asked to do.

Fenric eases in another inch, and another, achingly gradual. His mouth finds mine and his kiss distracts me from the tightness. But it’s overwhelming.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” Talon whispers, continuing to rock his erection against my ass while grabbing my breasts.

Distantly, I hear the sound of screaming. Roars. And the blood red moon’s light shifts beneath the clouds overhead, pretty, far away. Like it’s part of another world.

Fenric pushes in deeper and deeper, each time making my body adjust to him, making me question briefly what I’m doing before I relax once more. And then, he stops when he’s fully inside of me.

“Fuck,” Fenric murmurs against my mouth. “You’re so tight. So damn tight.”

“Fenric, you need to fuck her,” Thorian says, sounding out of breath.

The berserker looks at me again. “Ready?”

Ready? For what?

“I’m ready.”

He curses under his breath, and then thrusts. I gasp at the sharp, brief flash of pain that makes me go rigid. I heard it hurt. I still didn’t know what to expect.

"I know," he says immediately, stilling completely. "I know. Just give it a minute."

He doesn't move. Thorian strokes me slowly, patiently, and Talon's thumbs draw careful circles over my nipples, and the pain softens after a handful of breaths, dissolving into the heat of everything surrounding it.

"Okay," I whisper.

Fenric moves again, and this time there's nothing but fullness, warmth, the extraordinary feeling of being stretched and held and wanted, and a sound escapes me that I feel no inclination to stop.

"Good?" he asks.

"More," I tell him.

His pace changes, slow and deep, each stroke deliberate, and I feel every inch of it. My inner muscles grip and release around him and the sensation sends sparks up my spine, electric, like the air before lightning, that same charged, breathless feeling of something enormous gathering.

Thorian takes my hand and wraps it around his cock, showing me without words how to stroke him, how to make him feel good, guiding the pressure and the rhythm until I understand, and then he releases my hand and lets me continue on my own, his head dropping back slightly, a muscle jumping in his jaw.