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This is easily the most erotic moment of my life.
Rayne curls his hand around the base of his shaft and jerks a couple times, matching his pumps to my mouth and tongue. I want to moan and scream and writhe and shimmy, but this is all so much pleasure my body is independent of me. I can only feel, only enjoy.
The passion in my belly spreads through my veins and I’m quivering, ready to split apart, muscles taut. Onyx and Dusk, sensing how close I am, pick up their pace. They slam in and out of me in rhythm, driving me wild. I'm right on the edge now. Climbing to a height I've never been. Feeling things I never thought were possible.
And then, I come, exploding over the edge, my orgasm hitting me like a train. It’s indescribable. Every nerve in my body alive and crackling. Pleasure, hot and powerful, flows through my veins. Burning me. Leaving nothing but my pleasure behind.
I moan against Rayne’s cock, continuing to ride the waves of my orgasm, until Rayne explodes in my mouth, silencing me. I swallow him as Dusk swells in my pussy, seeming to fill parts of me I didn’t know still needed to be filled, and Onyx holds my hips and trembles behind me. A second later, both men come together, groans of pleasure filling the air as their hot seed fills my body. Quivers race through me, and I orgasm again, loving the sounds of their desire. Their desire brings mine to another level. A moment later, Phantom thrusts into my fist and grunts, falling over the edge himself, sending his warm seed onto my hand.
And then, it's silent except for our panting. Silent and perfect.
I give Rayne's cock one finally suck, then let it slip from my lips before collapsing onto Dusk. Behind me, Onyx covers me like a blanket. Rayne and Phantom lay down beside us, and it's like the world is finally right. Like everything is right.
There’s never been anything like this before in my life and as they pull out and away, I savor every sensation, etch it all into my memory.
“Wow.” I don’t have another word. Probably it’s going to be a while before I can think of any other.
The connection is a tether between us and I can see it, almost, like little wires from me to them and them to each other. “We’re bonded now.” I speak as certainly as I know my own name.
Rayne nods. He feels it too. “Yes.”
I look at the others, all in various states of undress. “Can you feel it?”
“Yes,” Dusk answers for them all, and I smile. This is the connection that’s been missing my whole life.
TWELVE
Rayne
That was indescribable.So indescribable that I need a minute to wrap my head around the perfection of it. By morning, I’ve relived it over and over again in my dream. So much that until I open my eyes and look at her, I can’t believe it’s real.
My Ann is here with me. And yesterday I shared her with other men, and it was all okay. More than okay. I've never had a brother. Only Esmeray. She and I were best friends for most of our lives, until as the heir of our family, I had to leave home and go to the Royal Fae Academy. It was hard for her. It was hard for me. But I got to go there with a group of my best friends. Men who I was so connected to that I wondered why we never felt that bond, the one that said we would one day share a mate.
It wasn't until I died that I realized it was because they were in love with my sister. I never saw it. But then, Esmeray always joked that I could pick out any detail in a book but didn't have a clue about what was going on outside of my books.
And yet, I'd always liked the idea of sharing a mate with my friends. When I met Ann and they didn't feel a mate bond with her, I was a little disappointed. But they were the only men I could ever imagine sharing a woman with.
Until now.
It's true that my relationship with the shadow beasts has just barely moved from enemies to friends, but after I got over myself, I really had to sit with the idea that I didn't know what the future would hold. I had to ask myself what would happen if my ghost stopped existing in this body, and Ann was suddenly left alone again. And the final question... did I hate the idea of sharing my mate more than I loved my mate?
The answer came easily: no. I love Ann more than anything. More than the sun. More than the sky. More than any title, or any object, or any person. I would give her anything. So the least I could do was accept that she loved other people and that they loved her.That's what anyone would want, right? More people to love the people they care about?
And so, I'd accepted it.
What I didn't expect... was that I'd find the whole experience of sharing her to be so damned erotic.
I comb the hair back from her face and smile when her nose wrinkles up, and then she relaxes once more. Phantom, as if aware of her disturbance, tightens his arm around her. Behind me, Onyx makes a little sound in his sleep, as if the warrior is having the same kinds of dreams that plagued me all night long. Leaning up a little, I look for Dusk, then realize he isn't there. The fire beside us has been built up, and I smell cooking, but the man is nowhere to be seen.
So, I cautiously untangle myself from the blankets and step away from them. Onyx instantly rolls onto his side, so he has an arm over Ann too, and I grab a forgotten blanket and spread it over the three of them. My heart feels oddly full. One minute I was dead, the next I have the woman I love back and three men, who very well will become the brothers I always wanted. They’re not a replacement for the friends I lost, but something different. Something good.
Dressing quickly, I walk outside and find that Dusk has built a larger fire just a short distance from the cave. Evening is almost upon us, blanketing the forest in golden light. He's standing staring out at the woods, a small smile on his lips. A smile that I can guess the source of. But what's stranger is that I don't think I've ever seen the man look this... relaxed and happy. It's surprising how glad I am to be some small part of his happiness.
As if he senses me, the shadow beast turns around. When our gazes meet, he smiles again. Another nicety that I'm happy to enjoy. These men, after all they've been through, need more friends rather than enemies. I hope they're starting to see me as one.
"Can I join you?" I ask him softly.
He nods. There are logs around the fire, and he chooses one to sit at, where it seems he's been fixing clothes beneath the light of the fire and the evening sky. He picks up right back where I assume he left off, stitching tiny threads into leather. I watch him silently for a bit, a little surprised by how much these men seem to understand. I don't know how their world works, but a royal like me has never had a reason to learn how to fix clothes. And yet this prince of his people knows how to. It's a curious thing.
