Fireworks!
Explosive pleasure radiated out from every pore, sparkling ecstasy flashing to my fingertips and toes and through every strand of hair.
Two men didn’t just double my pleasure, their combined merging was an exponential radiance of rapture.
I couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, my body convulsed in awkward, jerking motions.
I’d been wrong, Rook wasn’t just a friend. Any man who knew my bodythiswell, knew what I needed and could give it so easily, wasfar morethan a friend, or even a lover. He was a miracle worker.
And through our bond, Myel knew every ache in my soul, everywhere I needed to be touched, inside and out.
In that transcendent moment, something clicked. I needed both of them. Not just in bed, but in my life. As much as it terrified me to commit to anyone, I was well on my way to welcoming Myel into my life, and now Rook might just be joining him. Rook had been a friend even while I’d hated him. He hadn’t needed to help me, but he had. For that I’d be forever grateful. And now the two of them seemed to be stamping themselves onto my soul as they pounded my body with thrusts growing ever more erratic and desperate.
You do things to me, My Flame. You consume me!Rook panted into my mind.
“Yes! Izzy! Spirits!” Myel cried out before his lips locked to mine to draw out the last vestiges of pleasure I could offer before we all ruptured in a three-way orgasm. Though for me, it was the pinnacle of a series of orgasms leading to this heavenly release.
Myel withdrew from my lips to sink his teeth into my neck and drink, lost to his desire. Rook tilted my head back and to the side so he could take my lips in a kiss, again somehow more passionate for how awkward it was.
So… perfect, so beautiful, so searingly hot, Rook whispered into my mind.Though what your little shifter feels for you goes way beyond lust. His desire is a buffet for me, but beneath that lays something so much deeper and fuller.He chuckled inside my head. You alone are a sinful delight, of which I can’t get enough, but the two of you together are a fucking drug and I’m hooked. Sorry Izzy, but this is going to have to be a regular thing, or I think I might die.
Holy fuck, really? Intense much?
I heard that.
I would have laughed, if I hadn’t been in the grips of a raging orgasm which felt like it was tearing me apart.
Myel drank his fill and fell back on the bed, gazing up at me with a look of pure wonder.
I’d done that to him. I made his eyes round with awed reverence.
Me.
Wow.
Seeing that look on my lover’s face as his cock jerked and pulsed inside me… was the best damned drug, the ultimate opiate: no pain, no worries, nothing but a high nearly as good as the orgasm I still shuddered through.
It seemed to take forever for all of us to come down, not that I minded. Though, it did feel good when I could finally take a full deep breath again, my lungs burning. And as we all began to settle, I wondered, just how we were supposed to separate ourselves.
But Rook took care of that. His hand circled around me, pressing hard to my loins as he — slowly, on shaking legs — rose while still inside me. When Myel’s cock slid out, Rook pressed harder to my folds as he lifted me and carried me to the bathroom and into the shower.
I didn’t understand why he’d moved us until he pulled out and removed his hand and two sets of releases flowed out of me, too much for my body to handle. I would have made quite the mess on Rook’s bed, which neither of us wanted… if we’d be sleeping there tonight.
Rook flicked on the shower and washed me off. Myel joined us, cleaning himself before we all just leaned on each other, letting the hot water run over us.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” I breathed when I could finally speak again.
Myel’s gaze met Rook’s. Something passed between them.
I didn’t know if they were good with each other yet, but I had a feeling they’d happily do this again, even if only for my sake.
And I’d gladly let them.
Yet, as I fell asleep that night, squeezed between Rook and Myel on a bed not big enough for the three of us, I recalled my earlier thoughts about committing to these two, letting them into my life, into my heart.
Yet now, without the soothing thrill of an orgasm blasting through me, that idea terrified me, like it always had.
And as much as I knew that was what Myel wanted… how did Rook feel? Was that what he wanted? He’d made it pretty clear that he was up for sex, but that was it. So, would this be all we ever shared, a bed and good times and nothing more?
