“Creator,” Ronan snarled behind me, his voice frayed with need.His hand tightened on my hip, the kind of hold that would leave marks, the kind that left proof thatIwas his.
“Look at you,” he praised me. “You are so fucking perfect, Kieran.”
“Fuck it.” Niz’s voice cracked through the clearing, sharp with intent.
In the next second, he landed beside us in a crouch, his movements fluid and predatory—controlled only by the thinnest edge of restraint. He rose slowly, showcasing that his sweatpants hung low on his hips. My gaze locked on his rigid, hard length pressed against the material, a feverish burn rushing throughme just as Ronan began to move—each thrust pulling me deeper into the moment.
Ronan’s arm wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me away from the tree and flush against his body, the solid wall of him anchoring me in place. I gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of just how deeply he was buried inside of me.
Niz stepped into the space in front of the tree, his gaze locked on mine, and for a suspended moment—Ronan inside me and Niz only inches away—everything stilled. Then Ronan’s hold eased just enough for Niz to take my chin in his hand, and I melted between them.
“Niz—” His name left my lips in a broken gasp just before he silenced it with a deep, consuming kiss.There was no distance between any of us now.
Behind me, Ronan’s grip held steady, grounding me in the pace he set as his body moved against mine with devastating precision. Every thrust pulled another sound from my throat, only half-swallowed by Niz’s mouth.
The wyvern’s hand slid to my breasts, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin with maddening care—each touch deliberate, each brush of skin stoking the ache already pulsing through me. Pleasure twisted low in my stomach, sharp and growing, until even my clit throbbed with need. I tried to bring my legs together, chasing some kind of pressure, some edge of relief, but Niz stopped me.
His palm pressed firmly to my thighs, keeping me open, exposed. His other hand drifted lower, dangerously slow, until it settled between my thighs. Then he began to circle and tease, drawing my wet heat over my clit as Ronan continued to stroke in and out of me.
Fuck.That felt amazing.
Ronan’s tempo deepened, each thrust more urgent than the last, his breath hot against my neck as he drove us both towardthe edge. In front of me, Niz claimed my mouth again, and when his hand shifted to wrap gently but firmly around my throat, a shiver of surrender rippled down my spine. Our bodies moved in sync—three heartbeats, one rhythm.
When release took me, it wasswift and all-consuming. The world spun, then broke apart as pleasure surged through me in wave after wave. I gasped against Niz’s lips, clinging to him as if I might slip away without his grounding touch.
Holy shit.These men were unraveling every defense I had, saturating my body with nothing but sensation and the kind of pleasure that left no room for reason.
Ronan pulled back, his breath ragged as he lifted me by the hips, guiding me backwards. “On your knees, Beauty. I want to finish buried as deep inside you as I can go.”
I didn’t hesitate.
Sinking down, I shifted onto my hands and knees, my spine arching instinctively in offering. I barely had time to brace myself before he lined up behind me and then thrust forward, claiming me with a force that caused my arms to tremble.
Ronan’s grip on my hips was relentless, fingers digging into my flesh as he drove into me with a rhythm that left no space for thought—until Niz’s voice cut through the haze, smooth and impossible to ignore.
“Look at me, My Fire.” His fingers brushed under my chin, tilting my face up until our eyes met. His thick, hard cock was right in front of me, and my pussy tightening around Ronan in anticipation caused the Shadow Commander to let out a deep, almost pained groan.
Niz’s hand threaded into my hair as he slid his cock against my lips, my mouth instantly popping open on a moan dragged out of me from Ronan’s demanding pace.
“Open up all the way,” he murmured. And I did, because at that moment, there was nothing else I wanted more in this moment than to betheirs.To be shared by both of them.
Behind me, Ronan’s thrusts roughened for a moment, then stilled altogether. I could feel the tension radiating off him, his hands gripped tightly on me, shaking with restraint as he waited for Niz. In front of me, the wyvern prince guided his large cock over my tongue before sliding past my lips and deeper into my throat—faster than I anticipated, my breath caught as I gagged.
Niz’s held me there, just long enough to make my eyes sting, to make the air between us charged with something more than just pleasure—like it was about control and trust. Then he eased back, allowing me to pull away, a strand of spit catching between us as I gasped softly for air.
“Fuck,” Ronan whispered, the word ragged and strangled from his throat like it physically hurt to hold back.
Niz grunted softly, sliding forward again and Ronan followed without missing a beat, their pace syncing in unspoken agreement. Ronan moved slowly at first, slow enough to make me feel the full shape of him, the deliberate drag that pulled a broken sound from my throat around Niz’s cock. Then faster and harder. The slap of skin echoed through the forest around us in an erotic melody.
I took Niz deeper into my throat, pushing until my eyes watered, throat tightening around the weight of his cock. I blinked up at him through tears while gagging, and his answering growl was primal. I surrendered to their pace until the edges of reality blurred around me. Until there was nothing left but heat and movement, breath and pressure, the weight of hands and bodies that knew mine like a map they'd memorized. Every nerve was raw, every muscle drawn tight and trembling, but I didn't stop or ask them to. I couldn’t when it felt so damn amazing.
I felt Niz almost thicken in my mouth, his composure unraveling thread by thread. His breath hitched—sharp and high—and then his body jerked, a tremor rippling through his body. Niz spilled inside of me, hot cum sliding down my throat, and I made sure to swallow every drop.
He bent toward me, pulling out from between my lips as I gasped, light-headed. Niz’s fingers brushed under my chin to lift my face. Then he kissed me—open, hungry, and no doubt tasting himself on my tongue.
Behind me, Ronan moved in a steady rhythm, a low, wordless sound rising from his throat—something raw and wild. His grip on my hips was iron, anchoring me in place as he drove into me with brutal focus. The position left me unable to close my knees, forcing me to take every inch of him.
“I’m going to come, Beauty,” Ronan gritted, the words torn from the edge of his control.
