“Ours,” Domanikk agrees and he kisses him back, his movements slow and deliberate, pushing himself further into me with careful precision.
The sensation is overwhelming—I’ve never felt so stretched or full in my entire life. Every inch of both of them fills me completely, the initial sharp pain gradually rolling into waves of exquisite pleasure that I never want to forget. I feel the fire start to burn again deep within me as I’m trapped within their embrace, caught between their bodies, Domanikk nearly fully inside me now. My breath catches in my throat as I adjust to the fullness, to the intensity of being so completely consumed in this moment, by them.
And as they start to rock in unison, moving together in rhythm, both slow and slick with my wetness, I feel their beautiful love. Every thrust, every breath, every whispered word between us creates a symphony of sensation that washes over me in waves. The way their bodies move against mine, the heat radiating from their skin, the gentle pressure building and releasing—it all feels like poetry written in flesh and desire—messy, raw and perfect in its imperfection.
Mine.
Reth
I have experienced sex in so many ways: the dirty, guilt-ridden kind, a fleeting pleasure taken fast and hard; the lustful kind, all fucking and no emotion; and the familiar kind, slow and instinctual.
But this?
My chest constricts, breath catching as something ancient and primal clicks into place deep in my bones. A pull, magnetic and undeniable, thrums through every nerve ending. My heart stutters, then races, beating in rhythm with hers—I can feel it, that impossible synchronisation I’ve only ever experienced once before.
No.
It can’t be. She’s not Equitae. The alternative—that this Earthbound Fae has somehow triggered the most sacred connection our kind can forge—it’s impossible and I shake it off as nothing more than the intensity of the moment.
I lean over and kiss Domanikk with Alaya between us, warm and soft, her hands smoothing across my Enchantra, caressing. Our dicks buried deep inside her together, filling her so tightly her clenching milks me deliciously, pulling my release from my tightening balls.
“Can we keep her?” Domanikk’s mouth vibrates against my lips.
I shake the impossible thoughts running through my head and smile against him, dipping my tongue into his open and willing mouth, hard and brutal. I am his Alpha, his companion, his lover.
“Forever,” I reply, groaning as I release inside her, sending Domanikk over the edge with me.
We sink to the floor in front of the fire, our love held tight between us, and we sleep. Deeply, finally together.
Always.
Chapter Thirty-One
Alaya
Waking to a noise, my eyes snap open.
I lean up to look around, but the fire has burned down to embers, casting barely enough light to see by.
My bladder protests. Of course.
I glance to my left where Reth sleeps, his face relaxed, his arm draped over my hips. On the right, Domanikk wears a lazy smile in his sleep, his hand cupping my breast. Even unconscious, he’s insatiable.
I gently move their hands aside and slip free without disturbing them. After our exertions, they need the rest.
My clothes lie discarded by the fireplace. I dress quickly, and as I slip outside, goosebumps rise on my skin. I wrap my arms around myself against the biting cold.
The chill makes me shiver as I walk to the toilet tent, but remembering what had happened before we slept warms me from within, making heat rise to my cheeks and a fire coil again inside me where I am deliciously sore from them.
“Don’t make a sound, bitch.” The voice hisses in my ear as a hand clamps over my mouth.
Fear floods through me, washing over my body like ice water, dousing my passions. My heart pounds against my ribcage. I know that sultry, threatening voice all too well. It’s unmistakable—the low, smooth tone that manages to soundboth seductive and menacing at the same time. I’d recognise it anywhere, even in my nightmares.
Ceira.
“I warned you to stay away from him. I hope you enjoyed him between those whore legs. You’re lucky I’m not going to break them.”
Another presence looms at my back. Before I can turn, a rag is shoved in my mouth and a black hood slips over my head. Rough rope binds my hands in front of me. Ceira’s grip tightens on my shoulder, her nails biting into my flesh.
