Jonah wrenches his mouth from mine but doesn’t go far. His voice is taut with his own desire. “I want to make you feel as good as possible, but I don’t have the same kind of powers they do.”
I clutch the front of his shirt. “I don’t need you to. Maybe we can find a way to play with your sorcery later. Right now… justhavingyou is lots of novelty in itself.”
With a rough sound, he closes the short distance between our lips again.
Raze curls his fingers right between my legs, and I can’t help squirming into his touch. He hums. “I think she really did meanrightnow. Let’s get her to the bed.”
I drag Jonah by his shirt, not that he resists. When I nudge him onto the mattress, he sinks down, watching me like a starving man faced with his first meal in days.
I’m too impatient to bother with a full undressing. I reach for the fly of his slacks. As I yank down the zipper, Hail tugs off my panties with contrasting streaks of heat and cold trailing from his fingers.
Jonah’s longing washes over me, as sweet and rich as the most decadent caramel pie. Drinking it in, I straddle his rigid cock.
He tugs my mouth back to his. Our groans mingle as he presses into me.
Yes. This is where I’m supposed to be. This is how close I’m meant to become with all of my men.
I ease down, taking Jonah even deeper. When I lift my head to rock more forcefully over him, Raze leans in to steal a kiss of his own.
The basilisk shifter yanks my dress higher on my waist. “Mirage, do you think you can make her doubly satisfied?”
The fox shifter grins and teases his fingers over my back entrance. “If Peri would like that… Oh, yes, she would.”
I couldn’t suppress the flare of excitement their suggestion provokes if I wanted to—which I don’t. I tip forward over Jonah, who massages my breasts to delicious effect while Mirage gets into position behind me.
Hail folds his arms over his chest. “What am I supposed to be doing?”
I look at him standing there, and an even giddier desire expands through me with the press of Mirage’s erection into my tighter hole. “Come here.”
As Mirage fills me as completely as Jonah has, my eyes roll back. Bliss radiates into every particle of my essence.
With a shaky breath, I manage to gather myself enough to yank at Hail’s pants.
He helps, his own cock springing free. I lick my lips and lean over to wrap my mouth around its rigid length.
Hail’s breath stutters. “Fuckme.”
Raze’s guttural laugh is nothing but joy. “She’s certainly doing that. Give her a good rhythm there. Don’t bruise her lovely throat.”
“Never,” Hail swears, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I wind my tongue around his shaft, even hotter than the rest of the heat he brought to bear, and rock with Jonah and Mirage as they plunge into me together. With every thrust and every trace of salty arousal that laces my mouth, my heart thumps faster. Pleasure sweeps through my veins and rushes along our joint connection.
It swells between us so swiftly I’m tossed to my peak with a shock crackling through my body. The ecstasy ricochets between me and my men, their delight expanding alongside my own, until we’re moaning in symphony.
Jonah spills himself inside me. Mirage bows over me moments later with a frantic panting. Hail yanks his cock from my mouth with a spurt over my chin.
A wicked gleam lights in the winter fae’s eyes. He leans in and licks his cum right off my face.
A fresh thrill races through me, stirring another surge of hunger.
Mirage draws back with a final caress of my back and glances slyly at Raze. “I think she might need even more satisfying.”
Jonah kisses me hard, heedless of the lingering flavor of the other man on my mouth, and eases aside. The next thing I know, Raze has swept me up in his arms.
As the massive man lays me out on the bed beneath him, he blinks away his clothes. I splay my legs instinctively, welcoming him in too.
With the drive of his thickness into me, I careen back toward my previous heights. I spiral upward faster and faster, driven by the prick of Raze’s claws down my spine, the nip of his basilisk fangs against my neck, and the comforting swipe of his tongue to balance out the spark of pain.
