And fear. Fear that this is fleeting. That it'll be ripped away. But I shove the thought down.
Right now, I am married. A wife to two vampires. Which should sound deranged, but instead, it feels right. A strange sort of home. Like fate finally landed me somewhere, even if it doesn't lack irony.
The champagne is finished. The laughter dims. Astrid cuts through the moment. "We've got an hour until dusk. Perimeter's set. Weapons are ready. We should sweep the grounds again."
Asher nods sharply. "Do it."
"Yeah. Thanks," I add quickly. "We'll… join you in a bit."
The way I say it makes Kayden smirk. My cheeks flush.
Marriage in a rush. Consummation with a quickie. But what can you do.
I grab both their hands and head for the stairs.
"Maeve said it's important to... uh… seal the bond. Something about nature and balance," I mutter.
"Oh no, poor us," Kayden says dramatically. "But only if you ask nicely,wife."
"It has to be fast," I insist.
"Not ideal," Asher says. "But we'll make it work. And we'll take our time another night." He pulls me forward, steady and purposeful, leading us into his room.
As the door shuts behind us, Kayden's already at my back, unfastening my dress with quick fingers.
"A double quickie for Mrs. Darrow," he murmurs with a wicked grin.
I roll my eyes. "That sounds… awful."
Asher cups my chin, lifting my gaze to his. "It won'tfeelawful."
The undressing is a frenzy. Kayden sheds his suit like it's burning. Asher moves like always, deliberate and efficient, folding pieces even as his lips crash against mine. Every motion is charged. We're all stripped down in moments, breathless and bare, drawn to one another with magnetic urgency.
There's no teasing. No soft build. The bond demands it.
I find myself bent forward between them—Asher behind me, guiding himself in with a slow, thick push that stretchesme open, making me cry out. The thick heat of him filling me anchors something wild inside.
Kayden is in front of me, his cock hard, pressed to my lips. "Open," he growls, and I do.
His hips thrust forward, sliding deep into my mouth, my moan vibrating around him. We move in a primal rhythm. Every sound, every gasp, every slap of skin is raw connection.
They don't just take me, but claim me. And I let them.
The moment tightens around us like a snare. Every thrust, every slick movement, pulls me deeper into them and into this union. It's not just sex. It's something ancient and elemental humming through my blood.
Kayden fists my hair as I take him deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each roll of his hips. His pace is desperate, worshiping me in his own corrupted way.
Behind me, Asher's thrusts are relentless but precise, each one landing in perfect rhythm with Kayden's. I'm nothing but sensation, suspended between them, my body stretched and filled and trembling. My mouth full. My core clenched around Asher's thickness.
Then something shifts. Not just between us, but in the air. Like the bond is syncing with us, tuning itself to our bodies and our breath.
I'm close. Everything in me spirals tighter. My thighs shake. My nails dig into Kayden's thighs. A moan gets trapped in my throat, around his cock, and he shudders from the feel of it.
Asher grunts, thrusting harder, deeper. He can feel it too, this edge, the breaking point we're racing toward.
Asher thrusts once more, deep, grinding, his body pressed flush against mine, and I fall. My orgasm crashes like a storm surge and drags them both under.
Asher groans, hips jerking as he spills inside me. His body trembles against mine.
