Relax.
Sure.
As if that’s easy.
I can’t think. I’m not even in my head anymore. My body ismolten. But it’s also treacherously cooperative, moving before I consciously decide anything. Nathaniel’s hand slides slow down my side, coaxing my thigh higher over his, and I follow along on instinct.
Then he angles lower, sliding along my soaked heat until he’s pressing right where Talon already fucks me open. The stretch is obscene. I jolt like someone just plugged me directly into a socket.
“Breathe, Skye,” Nathaniel murmurs against my skin, kissing my jaw, my cheek, my temple. “Relax. Take us.”
Itry.
Gods, Itry.
My whole body is a live wire, screaming at capacity. It’s not pain, really. But my nerves scream anyway. It’s too much. Way too much.
Talon swears behind me.
“Fuck, she’s letting you in… Gods, she’sopening.” His thrusts slow, letting Nathaniel nudge in beside him.
Language actually fails here. I need new verbs, new words for sensation, maybe a priest. Two cocks forcing space inside me, stretching me past what should be humanly achievable, like my body doesn’t follow the laws of physics. I think I mightcombust.
Then the burn crests…
and I go incandescent.
“That’s it,” Nathaniel breathes, voice wrecked velvet. “I’m in.”
“Holy shit,” Talon rasps, his voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “So fucking tight… Little Grim, you still with us?” Just a testing roll of his hips and—
I scream.
“Yes—fuck, yes—it feels so—gods—”
That’s all the permission they need.
They start moving together, slow at first like they’re negotiating territory, then deeper, harder, bodies syncing like they can read each other’s minds. The rhythm grows devastating.
“Look at me,” Nathaniel growls, and I do. His eyes are bottomless ruin and worship, like I’m the altar and the sacrifice.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You’re doing incredible. You can take all of this.”
My body can’t decide whether to detonate or liquefy. So it does both. I shake, like the fuse has already hit the powder line and there’s no turning back. Every push, every place they meet through me, sparks fire.
The pressure builds too fast. Or maybe it was simply there all along. Either way, I bow between them, spine curving to the maximum, and an orgasm detonates within me.
And I suppose the pressure is too much for them to handle too, because the two of them are coming with me.
Nathaniel’s release rips through him, his thrusts stuttered and helpless while Talon presses harder against my back, breathless and half-laughing like this is the best moment of his life.
They fill me until I can’t tell who’s who, just heat and surrender and them, and my body won’t stop trembling.
“Fuck,” Talon pants, forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Little Grim. You are going to be the death of me. I’m putting that in my epitaph.”
The world tilts. Gravity forgets how to behave. I slump, caught only by their arms and by the fact they still haven’t let me go. Haven’t eventried.
I can’t move. Can barely breathe. And I have never felt so devoured, so claimed, so terrifyingly safe in my entire existence.
