“Up,” he murmurs. “Go and show Eres what you taste like.”
I don’t know what he means, and I eye him as he moves from behind me and climbs behind Darian. Dare stills when Kaelen cups his throat, stroking the skin. “Stay where you are.”
“Lyra.” Eres turns his head toward me. He holds out his hand. “Come and sit here.”
“Where?”
He taps his lips. “Right here.”
I feel my eyes widen. “There?”
Eres tugs me toward him. “I want to taste you. Face Darian.”
I hover over him, my center over his mouth. “I’m not sure—,”
He pulls me down, his arms strong as they hook over my legs, and I sink down over his face. His groan ripples into me, and I feel his tongue swipe against swollen flesh.
It’s too much. I’m too sensitive. But he holds me in place as I roll my hips, his mouth not stopping, and I lose myself in the feel of his tongue against me, scraping and nipping. When it pushes inside me, I slam my hands down onto his chest, holding on and locking eyes with Darian.
Kaelen still has hold of his throat. And as I stare, Eres’s tongue spearing me, Kaelen thrusts inside him, pushing Dare forward and against Eres’s cock as Darian gasps.
Eres’s moan is muffled. “Again.”
Darian’s eyes drag over my breasts, over Eres, his eyes opening and closing as Kaelen holds him in place and flexes his hips into him.
My whole body is nothing more than sensation. Darian watching me, Eres licking me, Kaelen’s eyes holding me in place—all of it is too much, and my second release explodes through my body before I barely know it’s there. My muscles contract, clenching.
And Eres licks up everything I give him, appreciative moans in his throat as his arms hold me in place. His mouth gentles, moving from teasing to soft, leisurely strokes. But his bodystiffens, and I look down as his cock, pressed against Darian’s, spills over his stomach. Darian cries out. “Fuck—Eres—,”
“I’m sorry.” But Darian’s hips twist, an almost pained, euphoric look on his face as he follows Eres over the edge, their releases mingling together.
And Kaelen thrusts once, twice, his head tipping back as he pulls Dare back against his chest and tightens against him, his face twisting with his own release.
Eres’s arms finally loosen. I manage to crawl off him before sprawling forward. Darian lands between the two of us, his face pressed into the bedding.
My body still flutters with the aftershock of two releases.
All three of us are silent. Possibly a little stunned.
“You know,” I rasp eventually. “He doesn’t even know about the eggs yet.”
The silence stretches out.
Darian’s laughter starts shaking the bed. Then Eres’s.
“What eggs?” Kaelen stares at us. “What eggs?”
Three years later – Lyra
Iforgot how hot it was here.
Behind me, Darian curses. “We need to stop. I need to remove a layer. Every layer.Any.”
Eres rides beside me, his thin shirt a contrast to Darian’s heavy cloak as he struggles out of it. He wears his healer’s belt around his waist, worn and faded and barely holding onto existence, despite Kaelen making him a new one. He's too attached to it, he says. “I did try to tell you.”
The four Solvandyr suns burn overhead, heating the back of my neck as we approach the gates. The line of golden soldiers that wait for us are split into two, their armor brightly polished and glorious beneath the sun’s rays. In the distance behind the glimmering walls of the city towers—ofmytower—the Glass Dunes stand tall.
They don’t sparkle anymore, though. As I understand from Reena’s letters, Solvandyr punishment isn’t quite as brutal as it used to be.
