Baelfire frowns and leans down to listen to my heart. It picks up even more as soon as he touches me, which continues to freak me out until he straightens with a big smile.
“Baby, that’s what hearts do when you get excited or nervous. That’s your body telling you that you want mine all over it.”
“Or it’s her body reminding her how godsdamned stressful you are,” Everett rolls his eyes.
“It feels weird.” I feel the new scar, glancing down at it. It still bothers me that my chest doesn’t show their marks anymore?—
But wait.
I can get them back now.
I look up, making eye contact with each of my matches. Their smiles and amusement have vanished as they catch on to where my thoughts have headed. Our hive mind is once again full steam ahead as I grin wickedly at them.
Everett’s swallow is audible, but his blue gaze is piercing. “We should give you more time to recover.”
“Pass. Any other objections?”
Crypt is the first to pounce, pinning me to the bed with a consuming kiss. His lips are demanding as they move against mine, his tongue teasing my own as he uses one of his knees to push one of my legs, spreading me wide.
By the time he begins kissing down my neck and kissing my nipples, I’m gasping for breath. I realize Baelfire and Everett are on either side of me as Crypt works further down my body—and I jolt when my Nightmare Prince’s tongue teases my clit in a light circle.
Baelfire’s lips are pressing along my throat, branding me with his heat while Everett’s cool fingers skim over my tits, teasing my nipples with a chill that leaves me gasping. Baelgroans and turns my face so he can kiss me with feral hunger—and an instant later, Everett is the one kissing me gently.
Meanwhile, Crypt does absolutely fuckingwickedthings with his tongue. He laps and groans and feasts on me, his tongue delving deeper to hunt for every last taste of me as he grips my thighs.
“Should’ve known you were divine,” he breathes, sucking on my clit before pinning me with hunger-darkened, silver-flecked purple eyes. “You always did taste like ambrosia.”
In between the way I’m being devoured, I manage to catch a glimpse of Silas. He’s sitting at the end of the bed beside Crypt’s sprawled form, watching with dilated pupils as I begin to pant and arch my back from the pleasure they’re giving me.
When I reach for him, gasping again from one of Everett’s rough pinches to my tits, Silas moves around to take my hand. He kisses the back of it almost reverently, but then lets it go to glance at Everett.
“Where are they?”
“Bottom drawer,” Everett says, going back to kissing me as Crypt moans and finally pulls away from the way he’s been mercilessly teasing me down there.
I want to ask what they’re looking for, but my question is answered a second later when my gorgeous matches stop their barrage of kisses and I see that Silas is holding the tube of lubricant and one of the unopened butt plugs that Kenzie dropped off while my quintet was gone.
My new heart jolts as I realize they’re going to do this with me. I’m going to have two of my matches fucking me at once, and just that thought has heat breaking out all over my spine as I try to swallow.
Gods, yes. I’m so fucking excited. And my heart is still doing weird shit in my chest, but I’m going to pretend that’s normal.
“On all fours, love,” Crypt murmurs, his gaze sparkling.
I smile and turn to get on all fours, showing off my ass. All four of them groan in the most delicious fucking harmony. I hear a bottle get popped open before suddenly, Crypt emerges from the Nether directly below me, facing up so he can watch me face closely.
“I’m putting it in,sangfluir,”Silas says, his voice hoarse.
I nod, breathless. A moment later, something cold but well-lubricated gently presses against my back door. Silas isn’t trying to press it in. He’s just teasing me with it—prepping me.
Crypt must like the look on my face because he hums. “Give her more, Crane.”
Silas presses harder, and then harder. There’s resistance, but he’s still not pressing hard enough to fill me with the plug. I try to feel out whether I like this and decide I do. A lot. I’m ready to be done with the toy so I can have one of my matches back there.
“Just stick it in,” I insist, frustrated by all the teasing.
Crypt tuts. “We don’t want to harm you, darling.”
If they’re treating me like glass because I just got my heart back, I’m over it. The next time Silas presses against my ass with the plug, I press back against him until it pops in. He inhales sharply, and Everett and Baelfire both groan.
