“How do you want us?” he growled as Kaelith’s tongue flicked past her ear, quick and teasing.
Her body jolted in response, sending a shiver shooting down her body. Tiny aftershocks rolled through her muscles, coaxed alive again by that single, wicked touch.
“Holy fuck.” Her mouth opened, then closed. Useless.
If she didn’t get her shit together, they’d take her apart without even trying. And stars help her, she wanted it. Wanted them. She wanted hands, wanted mouths biting across her skin. Hips grinding into hers. Kaelith’s precision. Fenn’s relentless weight. She wanted to feel them on her, over her, inside her. At the same time. Everywhere.
The thought came unbidden:This might be the only time…
No. She shoved it aside, refusing to let the coming grief steal even one second of this.
“You.” Her hand reached back, fingers diving into Kaelith’s hair and fisting tight. She tugged, yanking his face down until his chin met her shoulder.
“In the shade. By the gate. Before you burn.” She tilted her head, letting her lips touch his cheek as she smiled. “On your knees. It’s my turn to devour you.”
“As you wish.” Kaelith’s breath skimmed her neck.
Then he vanished—weight gone, heat gone, leaving a rush of displaced air and absence. Eyelashes fluttering, her lips parted, tasting him in the space he’d left behind.
Her gaze moved to Fenn, then, and she leaned in, dragging her nose up the center of his chest, inhaling deep—salt, sweat, something wild threaded beneath. He smelled like fire and hunger and home. Her hands found the sides of his face, guiding him down until their mouths hovered just short of contact.
“And you,” she whispered into him, voice rough, “are going to take me from behind.”
She bit his bottom lip, hard enough to break the skin, trembling at the tang of blood splashing over her tongue. Chasing the taste with her mouth, licking it clean, she murmured, “I want to feel all of you. I want you to leave marks.”
His only answer was a sound too primal to be human—a bottomless growl that vibrated straight through her core as she slid past him on her hands and knees. Stone biting into her knees, she crawled toward Kaelith, swaying with each movement. Behind her, Fenn followed, close enough for the warmth of him to seep into her skin.
Kaelith watched her approach, darkness clouding every jagged line of his face. He moved with a studied grace—thumbs sliding under the band of his pants, easing them down just enough. She watched the flex of his stomach as he stroked himself once, twice, jaw clenched.
“I love you.” She reached for him, one hand closing over his wrist, guiding him away from himself. “I think I always have.” Her other palm traced up the hard planes of his body, over the swell of his shoulder. “Even before I came to this world. Both of you.”
“Rynna…” Sunlight hit the points of his canines as his mouth parted.
She knelt before him, goosebumps prickling as claws trailed down the small of her back—Fenn’s possessive hands. A shudder passed through her, and she dropped forward again on all fours.
Kaelith's hand tangled in her hair, and she welcomed the pressure. Behind her, Fenn’s grip found her thighs, and the hot length of him slid between her legs, teasing but not yet pushing in.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.” The words were a sigh.
Then a pause.
“You want the wolf?” He yanked her hips higher. “You’ll get him.”
Yes!She panted, canting her hips, chasing the friction in the back as Kaelith filled her mouth.
Stars! The taste of him alone nearly sent her over again. She eased back just enough to swirl her tongue around the broad, soft tip, gaze flicking up through her lashes to catch the strain in his jaw.
Then—
It looked like ink rising from his chest, two black serpents forming like smoke solidifying into scale.
Rynna’s eyes widened, and they moved, lifting off the skin, glistening, and alive.
Kaelith didn’t give her time to speak. He pushed forward, cock filling her again, silencing her as the world tilted—just as Fenn slid in from behind.
He eased into her with a tortuously slow, grinding pressure, each inch sending bliss spiraling through her belly. She swore he felt thicker—too much—but her body opened anyway, muscles stretching, wrapping around him, taking every inch.
“So fucking tight.” Fenn moaned something behind her. “You feel like you were made for this.”
