His laugh was a low, dark thing. His hips rolled once, shallow, testing, and I moaned against Zyxel’s mouth.
“Touch him,”Kaede instructed. He guided my hand with his back to Zyxel’s stav, wrapping my fingers around him in a rhythm that matched the slow rock of Kaede’s hips.“Keep him on edge. Make him wait.”
Zyxel groaned. Dropping his forehead to mine, his breath came in sharp bursts. Through the crimson bond, I felt everything he was fighting to contain—the overwhelming newness of sensation in this body, the desperate need to bury himself inside me, the aching gratitude of a male who’d spent decades alone and still couldn’t believe he was allowed to have this.
It wrecked me.
“Kaede.” I pressed back against him, taking him deeper, savoring the rumble of his groan against my shoulder. “Let him. Please. I want—I need—”
“Tell me.”
“Both of you. I need both of you.”
Silence. Then Kaede’s hand reached past me to the nightstand. More slick. His fingers working between my thighs, spreading the cool gel where Zyxel would press. Patient. Thorough. Making sure I could take them.
“Zyxel.” The command was quiet. Weighted. “Careful. Slow. Watch her face—if she tenses, you stop.”
“Always.” Zyxel’s hand found my hip. Steadied me. The head of his stav pressed against my slicked entrance alongside the stretch of Kaede already filling me, and I sucked in a breath—
He pushed. Slow. So achingly slow.
The pressure was immense. Two of them stretching me, filling me, the impossible fullness of it riding the edge of too much. Kaede’s hand splayed across my belly, protective even in this, monitoring the tension in my body. Zyxel’s forehead pressed to mine, those chartreuse eyes wide and glazed.
“Breath,enax.” His whisper shook. “Breathe for me.”
I breathed. Let my body open. Let them in.
When Zyxel was fully seated, all three of us went still.
The world narrowed to sensation. Kaede at my back, thick and textured, his ridges pressing against nerves that made my vision spark. Zyxel in front, the smooth heat of him pulsing with a rhythm that matched the crimson bond flaring between us. Two heartbeats. Two bodies. Two threads burning in my chest—neon-green and crimson twining together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“Move.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. “Stars, please move—”
Kaede moved first. A slow, deep roll of his hips that shifted everything inside me, and Zyxel gasped at the pressure. Then Zyxel rocked forward, tentative, and Kaede groaned against my neck.
They found a rhythm. Not immediately—it took long, trembling moments of adjustment, of reading each other through my body, of Kaede murmuring corrections that Zyxel obeyed without hesitation. But when they found it, when the push-and-pull of them synchronized into a pattern that left no space inside me unfilled—
I stopped thinking.
Exactly what I’d asked for.
There was only sensation. Kaede’s textured shaft dragging against my walls with every stroke, igniting nerves I didn’t know I had. Zyxel’s smooth heat pressing in counterpoint, stretching me, filling the places Kaede left. Four hands on my body—Kaede’s at my hip and belly, possessive and grounding, Zyxel’s at my waist and breast, worshipful and wondering.
Lips at my throat. My shoulder. The hollow behind my ear.
Two mouths. Two sets of fangs grazing my skin. Two forked tongues tasting my pulse and my sweat and the desperate sounds falling from my lips.
The bonds sang. Neon-green and crimson blazing so bright I could see them behind my closed eyelids—twin strands of light braiding and unbraiding with my gold in time with the rhythm our bodies made. Through the web, I felt the distant echo of my scattered mates stirring in response—Zirene’s sharp intake of breath, V’dim and Z’fir’s shared flush of secondhand heat.
I was broadcasting again. Shields gone. Every sensation leaking through the constellation.
I couldn’t bring myself to care.
The third orgasm built like a supernova. Slow at first—a gathering of pressure, of heat, of the two of them moving inside me with increasing urgency. Zyxel’s rhythm faltered as his control frayed, and Kaede’s grip on my hip tightened, his thrusts growing sharper, deeper.
“That’s it.” Kaede’s voice was wrecked. Destroyed. The last remnants of his legendary control gutted by the feel of me and the sight of Zyxel’s undoing. “Let go, star. Take us with you.”
The crest hit.
