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Even though he’d been inside me before, the stretch to accommodate him wasn’t easy. The wide flare of the ridges, those lovely pearly bumps that held his mating barbs all slowed me down, but he was patient, and Hellion helped, coating him in plenty of oil.
He stilled a moment to let me get a breath, fingers twitching where they rested on my thighs. “You okay?”
Somehow, I found words. “Yes. Gods, yes. Keep going.”
Hellion came out of nowhere and caught my lips in a searing hot kiss. “The next part is the most intense, but just relax as much as you can. Trust us to take care of you.”
“I trust you,” I said.
“Good fucktoy,” they said and kissed my temple. “And if you need us to stop, what’s the magic word?”
“Crucible,” I replied.
My heart was still racing, anticipation buzzing through me as they adjusted me, shifting my weight forward slightly. Strong hands centered my hips and squeezed tight, holding me in place. I focused on breathing, on trying to stay calm and relaxed.
I expected them to go right for it, but maybe that was because the waiting was killing me. Instead, they started kissing my shoulders, the back of my neck. Cian’s hand closed around my cock, and he started giving me slow strokes. The pleasure was grounding in the same way Hellion’s earlier slap had been, taking the edge off my anxiety. I felt my shoulders relax and my breathing slow a little. My heart didn’t try to jump out of my chest until I felt the blunt tip of Hellion’s cock against me. The first push had my legs shaking like leaves in a windstorm and I forgot how to breathe.
“Shh,” Hellion breathed against my ear. “We’ve got you, pet.”
The affectionate nickname calmed me enough to relax a little more. Hellion slid in deeper, torturously slow, making every inch feel like a battle hard won. By the time they were fully seated, I was drenched in sweat, my head floating so high I was barely aware. My body throbbed freely between pain and pleasure, undecided on which side it’d land until Cian gave a gentle, testing roll of his hips.
What little resistance I had left drained out of me. I collapsed, holding onto Cian, convinced that if I didn’t, I’d fall straight through the ground and into the sky on the other side. They moved slowly, alternating their efforts, and whispering love and praise to me. I barely heard anything except the sound of their voices. There was no more room inside of me for words or sensation. I was too full of them, stretched to near bursting. I felt like I was cracking from the inside out, the pressure building and building and building.
I broke apart with a desperate shout, shattered into a thousand shimmering pieces of moonlight. Pieces of me scattered everywhere, disconnected and glittering and beautiful. I felt it in my chest, in my arms, my hips, my feet. It was unlike any other orgasm I’ve ever experienced before. It was likemagic, bigger, more powerful than me. When the second wave of it hit, I couldn’t contain it. Raw, blue lightning tore out of my mouth where a scream was supposed to be. It jumped off my back like quills, clinging to Hellion, and my front to claw at Cian. Brief threads of power jumped between us, flickering as Hellion found their end. Cian gave one more good thrust before he groaned with pleasure. The feeling of him spilling into me sent more lightning sparking down my arm to my palm, which was resting on his chest. The power bounced off him, traveling back up my arm and out the other side, leaving nothing but a mild tingling sensation behind.
Silence followed, the only sound our heaving breaths in the dark. The cloud that had descended on my mind was gone, but I was too stunned by the experience to make words, and they seemed content to stay where they were, slowly softening inside of me. Neither of them seemed particularly shocked, either.
I lifted my hand and watched tiny blue sparks race over my palm. “What wasthat?”
Hellion kissed my ear and slid free of me with a soft sigh. “Magic. Your magic.”
I had more questions, but the magic was fading and a new, exhausted haze settled over me. Since Hellion and Cian weren’t concerned, I decided I wouldn’t be either.
Isatoutsideofthe yurt, the cool night breeze on my face. I’d put my pants back on, leaving my chest bare, and come out to look up at the full moon where I could think.
When Cian sprang the question of a courtship on me, I was hesitant. After all, we’d been apart for fifty years and only been back together a few weeks. A courtship was a lot to ask. Yet we had many years before that to draw on, and I knew I would never love anyone else but him and Nevahn again. Our bond was too strong.
That didn’t mean what was coming would be easy.
Even if Nevahn survived the Shadow Rite, and we won the impending battle—both unlikely—I would have to return to Jaida. Gresh wasn’t capable of managing his court on his own. Instability in Jaida would have a ripple effect that could reach as far as Ezulari, so it was something I had to see to myself. Then Cian wanted to take the fight to Iridyn in Srall, which still felt impossible. We had tried once before, and it had cost us Ren. I hoped we’d learned something from that.
Then there was Ren’s warning. I couldn’t shake it from my mind. He said I had to go back, and I knew better than to argue with a spirit, especially Ren’s.
Perhaps, when Ezulari was safe, they could come with me. I would have liked to show Nevahn the great bridges and buildings I’d made, to walk with him through the gardens, and sit behind the falls to share a kiss. There would be work too, of course, but we would have to find time for each other on nights like that one, the quiet in between moments. Every second we could steal from death was precious now, even more than before.
The curtain that served as a door for the yurt moved aside and Nevahn stepped out. He’d put his brocade back on, tying it loosely around his waist almost like a robe. His bright red hair was even more a mess than usual, sticking up in all directions. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”
I smiled up at him. “Just thinking.”
“Mind if I join you?”
I gestured to the empty grass beside me and he sat, arms folded, as if he were cold. The air was a bit chilly at that altitude, and the tea would be wearing off. Damp with sweat, and worn from his experience and the magic, I imagined he was exhausted.
“You need to eat,” I said, and started picking through the selection on the table. Nevahn didn’t care for sweet things as much as Cian, but sugar would help restore the balance in his body, so I put a pear on the plate. For salt, I found some savory goat cheese and gave him some bread to go with it. “It’s important for mages especially to maintain a good balance of nutrients, Nevahn.”
“Why?” he asked, taking the plate I’d prepared for him.
“Because making magic takes energy. You’ll burn through your body’s reserves quickly the more you use it. You should make sure you get enough sugar and salt in your diet every day from now on.”
