Ceredes moves closer, his hand at my waist as he nuzzles into my hair, and Jeren drops slow kisses up my calf.
I return to Kyte’s neck, the gold dusting his skin beautiful in the moonlight. Baring my teeth, I rake them along his shoulder, then bite.
He turns to me so quickly I gasp, then takes me in his arms and crushes me to his chest. I can feel the wetness on my cheek, and his tears touch a part of me that only my Alphas know about.
“Oh, Kyte.” I twine my arms around his neck and hold him close, pressing all my love into him, promising him that one day, it won’t hurt so much, and hoping that I’m right.
We hold each other for long moments, our souls in mourning but our hearts on fire.
He pulls back, then presses his forehead to mine. “I want you, Lana. But not because of what happened today. Don’t join with me out of pity.”
“It’s not pity.” I dust a kiss on his lips. “I want you. We’re all starting down a path that we may not return from. Today proved it.” I kiss away his tears. “And I don’t want to go there until I’ve been with you. All of you, as a circle.” My voice trembles, but I say what’s in my heart. “If you three want me, you can have me. Because I want you so, so much.” Taking his hand, I draw it down my body and press it between my legs where I’m already wet with need.
Kyte groans, and I can feel Ceredes’s erection pressing against my ass. Jeren’s tongue is doing wicked things up and down my legs, but I hold Kyte’s green gaze.
“I want you,” I whisper. “I want you inside me.”
In one fluid motion, Kyte has me on my back, his knee between my thighs and his mouth on mine. The erotic current that’s been sizzling between all of us ignites into a firestorm. Our kiss grows more insistent, and when Kyte runs his hand down to my breast and squeezes, I moan into his mouth. He teases my nipple with his thumb, then drops his lips to it.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pull the strands as he sucks and nibbles at me, sending tiny jolts of electricity between my thighs. I spread wider, beckoning him closer as he goes to my other nipple and tortures me with pleasure again. Ceredes looms beside me, then takes me in a kiss as Kyte lifts away.
Warm hands spread my thighs even more, and then Jeren’s tongue is lapping at me, taking my slick and sucking my clit as desire builds to a crescendo in what’s left of my mind. I move my hips against him, begging him to give me what I need, but he delves lower, pressing his tongue inside me and making me writhe and bite Ceredes’s lip. He growls and fists my hair, then pulls so I arch. Golden sparks of my barrier power flitter through the air overhead. When Kyte’s mouth comes down on my breasts again, I dig my nails into his arms and drown in Ceredes’s kiss.
Everything feels good, but I want more. So much more. Jeren keeps pleasuring me with his mouth, but he isn’t licking me the way I need.On purpose. No matter how I grind against him, he won’t give in. I’m on the verge of combusting, and I moan in frustration.
Kyte’s voice rolls over me, silky and erotic. “You need more, little Omega?”
“Yes,” I whine against Ceredes’s lips.
Jeren pulls back, leaving me sensitive and desperate for more.
When Kyte settles between my thighs again, I feel him. All of him. I whimper and move my hips.
“Not so fast.” He bites his lip.
Jeren’s hand comes down on my hip, stilling me as Kyte rubs his hard length all along my wetness. Ceredes watches hungrily, which sends me to yet another level of arousal.
Kyte looks down at me, his eyes lit with inner fire, the heart of Latrides, the heir of the Ghost Planet. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you.”
“I’ve always been yours.” I look at all three of them. “Always will be.”
Kyte leans down and kisses me softly. “May the circle never break.” He thrusts so quickly that I yelp and still as the air bursts with golden sparks.
His groan shakes me to my core, the link that ignites between us bright enough to last a millennia. We are one in love, in joy, in fear, and in sorrow.
“My only one. My love.” He kisses me again and eases out, the slight sting abating as he pushes all the way inside again.
My toes curl, and I move my hips tentatively. Then more. Because it feels so good to get that friction between us.
He strokes into me a few more times, slow, gentle.
“More,” I breathe.
Jeren climbs up the bed until he’s next to me, his dark eyes on me as Kyte begins a slow rhythm. Nothing has ever felt this good. I spread wider, taking every bit of touch he gives and moaning as he sucks the spot beneath my ear that sends chills through me.
“So good,” Kyte bites my shoulder, the pressure increasing until it’s almost at the point of pain. But I want it. I dig my nails into his back as he moves faster, his strokes coming harder as his hips piston into me.
“More.” I have no other word, no other thought. All I want is more of all of them.
