Delicious fire burned inside me as I felt both of them clench, chasing their release with unhinged, brutal movements. Licking me, kissing me, invading me, worshipping me in the filthiest, most intimate of embraces I've ever been a part of.
Of course, I would have said that about my three-way with Eros and Vincent. But my mates kept finding ways of topping each other, heightening each experience, somehow making each one better than the last. And that fact made me not only excited for our long future together but absolutely desperate for it.
A wave of tingles surged through my limbs. My hands clawed at Corry’s back, and I bit down on his throat, feeding, aiding the build of another climax.
My vision went blurry. Both their cocks punched a primal sound from my throat, and they throbbed inside me, coming almost at the exact same time.
Their duel release was a fucking explosion. I could feel them both spurting their seed deep inside.
By the time they were finished with me, I was so exhausted I couldn't see straight. I had to use the very last of my energy to keep the mind-link spell intact.
I felt light as a cloud and hummed happily as I heard them drawing a bath for me in Vincent’s tub. Then I sighed when one of them—Corry, I think—lowered me into the water’s caress.
Instead of hitting the cool marble of the bath, I felt hard sinew. Sterling had entered the bath first, and Corry lay me on top of him, my belly to the priest’s. His long arms wrapped around my middle, drawing me to his chest.
With a wiggle of his hips, he was inside me again—my pussy, this time.
The water sloshed gently as Corry entered the bath behind me. I thought he might push himself inside, but instead, I felt a loofa sliding over my skin, working up a lather. He was washing me, just like he had on my birthday in the shower we shared together. My muscles relaxed.
The water sloshed to and fro, splashing against the marble as Sterling fucked into me and Corry cleaned me. Then they swapped tasks, with Corry fucking me and Sterling cleaning me. This was just a dream, but it didn't feel silly bathing. They weren't trying to wash me. It went deeper than that.
Them caring for me like this was yet another way of worshipping their queen.
“Very good, Corry. You practiced more restraint than I anticipated.”
“People need to stop underestimating me,” my youngest mate muttered.
As they swapped places yet again, I felt Sterling's hand brush against my thigh, then shift to curl around Corry’s base, repositioning him. He paused, seeming to appreciate the weight of it in his hand. “It seems there’s a lot of things about Corry Cross that we have to stop underestimating.”
Chapter thirty
Toxic Feral
Iwokeuptothe sound of grunting.
It was a sound I was all too familiar with, masculine, heated. It was a man seconds away from climax. My man.
I didn't open my eyes, at least not right away. I knew what I was going to find. My heat state wasn't a figment of the dream I'd shared with Sterling and Corry. I was really in heat. I could smell it spiking the air like an airborne drug. And if I could smell it, every man within a mile radius could. Especially the alpha I shared a bed with.
It wasn't until he grunted my name, his cadence softer than I expected from him in his monster form, like he was trying not to wake me, that I opened my eyes.
Sure enough, my terrifyingly gorgeous fae was standing beside the bed, looming over me, his massive cock in his hand. His meaty arm moved back and forth fiercely, his hand sliding over the length of the shaft, beating off as soundlessly as he could manage. Until he noticed I was awake, staring up at him. The look on my face had him cursing softly beneath his breath in fae tongue, and when he saw I wasn't mad that he was seconds away from unloading himself all over my tits—which he’d pulled out from my dress—he picked up his pace.
“You were moaning in your sleep, Little Monster,” he rumbled.
“I was dreaming of getting fucked.”
He hiked a dark brow in inquiry. “By me?”
My lips split with a sardonic smirk. “No.”
His rhythm broke as he paused. I searched his eyes, looking for traces of green, wondering just how much of his saner side was present. If his monster was completely in control right now, he’d be angry. His monster didn't like sharing me. With his positioning, the fire pit was at his back, casting his front all in shadows, but I was sure there were traces of green by the way he moaned at the thought of me being fucked by my other mates, and his hand worked his cock harder.
“I'm gonna come over those pretty, perfect tits, Little Monster.”
I licked my lips. “Then what are you going to do?”
“I'm going to make you mine in every conceivable way.”
