“We need a bigger table,” Malik noted as he eyed the platters of food that had to be left on the kitchen counter.
“The counter is three steps away,” I said dryly.
“I still have to get up to fill my plate.”
“We'll have a huge table in the new house,” Kyrian reminded us.
“Right.” I blinked. “I forgot. The new house.” I looked around my tiny kitchen and felt a jolt of anxiety.
“It's going to be perfect,” Kyrian said gently.
“I know. It will be great. It's just that...”
“You'll miss this place,” Malik finished for me. “I will too.”
“You will?” I asked in surprise.
“A lot has happened in this home.” Malik's stare went soft and his mark pulsed. “We were mated on the roof.”
“On theroof?” Kyrian asked in horror.
“It wasn't planned,” I said defensively.
“It was incredible.” Malik grinned, picked up my hand, and kissed it. “The open sky around us and my teeth in your neck. You were so beautiful, even with that hint of fear in your eyes. Perhaps because of it.”
“Yeah, that soundssoromantic.” Kyrian rolled his eyes.
Malik gave a low, warning growl.
“Itwasromantic.” I gave Mal a quick peck on the lips. “And a bit terrifying at first, but it was ours and it happened here. You're right, a lot of wonderful things have happened here.”
“And even more will happen in our new home,” Kyrian assured me.
“I don't need to be convinced.” I held up a warding hand. “I'm excited to live in that place. But change can be hard and I can't help feeling a little sad to leave this behind.”
“At least it's not an entire realm,” Kyrian noted.
I went silent.
“I know you don't want to talk about it but I have to know; are the Gods still in Danu?” Malik asked.
“I promised to come home if they weren't,” I chided. “Yes, the other gods are still there. Kolltean had to leave before the Heart of Earth hurt him. But he's waiting somewhere near Danu until he can return.”
“Good.” Malik nodded. “Now, eat your dinner because I'm looking forward to dessert.”
His mark pulsed hard enough to tighten my nipples.
Chapter Twenty-Two
With our fusion, we could share our sexual experiences with the men who weren't with us. But I wanted to focus on Kyrian and Malik so as we headed upstairs, I asked them to keep our lovemaking between us tonight. They looked a little surprised but also pleased and readily agreed. We were kissing ardently—my face turning back and forth between the men—before we made it through my bedroom doorway. Malik's mark felt as swollen as my aching sex and nearly as sensitive; his arousal pulsed through it to prod at my most intimate places. We tumbled into the room in an amorphous pile of limbs and grasping hands. The men helped me get free of my clothes, then I climbed onto the bed eagerly as they rapidly undressed.
I laid back against the pillows as the men split up and came at me from both sides—Malik on the right and Kyrian on my left. Kyrian claimed my mouth, the scent of sky and pine resin wafting over me as he slid his hand into my hair and pulled me closer. His strong fingers worked down from my scalp to Malik's mark and traced the outline of the crown, making me tremble. Meanwhile, Malik's thick body slid close, his leg hooking over mine to spread my thighs and his hand going to my breast. Bleiten men love large breasts. Mine weren't as full as most Bleiten women's were but they seemed to satisfy Mal. He squeezed, the motion bringing my nipple to his lips. The heat of his mouth covered me and I gasped into Kyrian's kiss.
Kyrian's full lips moved gently against mine as his tongue teased me slowly, but Malik had been in a near-painful state of arousal since my bath and was taking a more aggressive approach. Mal rolled between my legs and started sucking ardently on my breasts—going back and forth between them. I slid a hand through his hair and over his broad back, enjoying the way his muscles twitched beneath my touch as well as the hard sucking of his mouth. Those Bleiten fangs scraped against my tender skin, outlining the curve of my breast before Mal slid lower, down my torso. Kyrian's hand replaced Malik's mouth, his fingers going straight to my nipple to pinch it nearly to the point of pain. I cried out again, the sound strangled by pleasure.
Malik shouldered his way ferociously between my legs, then spread my sex with his hands. His breath puffed hotly against my sensitive skin and that alone had me writhing. But then he lapped at me—one long lick from base to clit—and I jerked against him uncontrollably. With an eager growl, Malik covered me with his mouth, slid his arms around my thighs, and lifted me into his kiss. He sucked and licked unabashedly, the slick sound of it adding to the eroticism. His tongue was thrusting into me, then flicking over me, then twirling around my clitoris. He wouldn't settle on one action for long, as if he couldn't decide what he loved most. When he added a finger, my thighs tightened around his face and my hips pressed forward in hot need. Malik made a delighted rumble and lifted me further off the bed, bending me back with the force of his movements.
While Malik had my lower half lifted, Kyrian broke our kiss and lifted my upper half, using the opportunity to slide beneath me. His cock nestled between my ass cheeks and his muscular chest supported me, his nipples becoming hard nubs between us—little velvet peas rolling against my shoulder blades. With a quick sweep of his hand, Kyrian brushed the hair away from my neck and kissed me there as he went back to massaging my breasts—this time, both at once.
