The heat, the taste, and the sheer power of them both consumed her. Every touch, every drop of their blood was a throb of raw pleasure that left her panting, her senses spiraling out of control.
The world around them blurred and faded until all that existed was the three of them. One heartbeat, one breath, one overwhelming feeling of bliss until she shattered, and a climax unlike anything she’d ever felt tore through her. Her vision exploded with stars as the world unraveled as she clung to them, riding the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her, again and again, until she thought she might fall apart.
And still, it didn't stop.
Pleasure echoed through her, softer now—aftershocks trembling in her muscles, sparks flaring in her belly. Her body arched once more, a final beat chasing the last of it from her bones.
Then the silence came, thick with panting.
And as the tremors faded, so did the urgency. Sweat-slicked skin pressed to hers, chests rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm. Fenn’s fingers threaded lazily through hers, his knuckles grazing her thigh. Kaelith’s nose ghosted against her shoulder, his lips skimming her damp skin in something that might have been a kiss, or a thank you.
For a moment, they just existed—tangled, changed, suspended in the warmth they’d made together.
And then, as the stars crowding her vision began to fade, she realized they were no longer in the lab where Fenn had died. Awestruck, she looked around, finding herself surrounded by darkness, but it wasn’t the void of Veilroot. This darkness was alive, warm and infinite, lit by the brilliant shimmer of stars, each one glowing like a beacon.
A hum threaded through the air, vibrating in her bones—a harmony that didn’t belong to any one voice, but all of them at once. And somewhere between the beat of three hearts now quietly aligned, she felt it—the bond. Not just bodies. Not just power. Something deeper twining them together.
A soft cough pulled her from the spell.
She turned, and her body froze. Somehow, she saw both Fenn and Kaelith at once, from separate sets of eyes
Standing before her.Naked.So different in form and presence, it almost felt surreal. One with all harsh edges and silver fire, the other dark silk and danger, both mind-numbingly beautiful in their own way. Her lips curved into a slow, irrepressible smile as her heart began to pound all over again.
Chapter forty-two
“What?”Thewordslippedfrom her lips as her hands moved, tracing the faces of both men. She could feel it, touching them both simultaneously with two hands, two bodies, two sensations blending into one.
“Where are we?” Fenn glanced around while Kaelith looked past her, his head tilted in curiosity.
“There seems to be two of you now, pet.”
“And where are our clothes?” Fenn added, his lips curving in a smile.
She took them in, nearly melting at the sight of them. Fenn stood tall, bronzed skin stretched over powerful, well-defined muscles. The rough stubble along his jaw only sharpened the ruggedness of his Source-tipped hair, catching the starlight. His broad chest rose and fell in a stable rhythm, and when his gaze locked onto hers, twin silver eyes burned with an unyielding intensity.
Kaelith, in contrast, was leaner, his form more fluid, his long, dark hair whipping in the celestial wind as if it had a life of its own. His skin undulated beneath the starlight, shifting ever so slightly, as if it were ready to morph and change at any moment. His serpentine eyes—dark and hungry—traced over her, taking in every detail with a gaze that pierced straight through her.
“I know that look.” Fenn’s tone dropped to a growl.
At the same time, Kaelith’s voice echoed in her other set of ears, soft and wicked. “Now, what is running through that filthy mind of yours?”
“When am I ever going to have four hands?” She teased, reaching out, brushing her fingers over the corded muscles wrapping both of their torsos. “Two mouths…” She tangled her fingers into their hair, pulling them toward her. “Two…” Her other hands moved lower, closing around the firm length of both their cocks to pull them closer, tighter against her.
“Gods.” Fenn groaned, scooping the one version of her up, and throwing her legs around his waist.
She gasped, clinging to him with one set of hands, her fingers digging into his skin as Kaelith snaked around her other form, somehow touching her, tasting her everywhere at once.
I might not survive this. The thought flickered through her mind, barely formed before both men found their way into the slick, heated space between her legs. Her lungs stuttered as her arms wrapped around Fenn's neck, holding tight as he gripped her hips, guiding her slowly onto him, shifting her up and down. With each motion, the silky hardness of his member slid deeper into her, inch by inch, until, finally, blissfully, she was filled completely, leaving her gasping with each perfect thrust.
Before her other self, Kaelith dropped to his knees. His long, forked tongue flicked out and parted her with a practiced hunger, the split tips curling around her clit like twin ribbons of sin. He slid them down, then up again, slow and obscene, before lashing into her.
“Kae!” Her fingers tangled in his hair as she tried to pull him back up.
But he swatted her hand away, wet sounds filling the air—slick, relentless—as he devoured her, tongue plunging deep, twisting, like he meant to claim her from the inside out.
“I’ve waited over fifty years to taste you again. Don’t spoil this for me now,” he murmured, pulling back with a slow, wet drag of his tongue. His lips glistened. He closed his eyes, rolling the taste across his tongue like fine liquor—savoring it, committing it to memory. When he looked up again, his eyes were molten. “Still perfect.”
And without waiting for a response, his tongue shot back out, sliding deeper into her, pulsing and vibrating in the exact spot that would send her spiraling.
