“Yes,” he said with mock seriousness. “It’s calledThe Complete Guide to Equitable Pleasure Distribution in Dhampir Marriagesby Zane D. Cimmerian. The positions wish list section is especially fascinating.”
Then he moved with preternatural speed, vaulting over Koa with panther-like grace to position himself between my knees. His gingerbread-brown eyes gleamed with mischief as he used his thumbsto part my slick folds. Before I could question anything, he blew a long line from top to bottom, making me moan.
Then his mouth closed over my jewel, and the world exploded.
It was nothing like what they’d done before, nothing like the slow build of their fingers. This was immediate, overwhelming, devastating. Fireworks behind my eyelids. Supernovas erupting along my spine. It reminded me of the time Eluned had shoved me into the fireplace, but reversed, all heat and sparks anddefinitelyno pain.
“Zane, you should have warned her first—”
I screamed over Casimir, unable to control the volume as pleasure shot through my body like lightning. My back arched off the mattress, hands automatically fisting in Zane’s wild hair. One moment, his soft lips nursed my jewel, the next his tongue circled and flicked it in ways that made my mind melt.
The climax hit me almost violently. I sobbed his name as spasms rocked through me, my thighs clamping around his head until Casimir and Koa each palmed one of my knees and eased them open again. Zane’s tongue gentled, but continued to lap me until I stopped shaking and lay limp and boneless.
“Delicious,” he purred, lifting his head at last.
His face glistened, and his smile was smug as he kissed along the inside of my thigh. It was only when he moved up the bed to hold me that he realized tears were running down my face, and his twisted with panic.
“Oh, darling. Did I hurt—”
“No,” I kissed his frown, tasting myself on his lips. “It was just intense.”
“Cruor! You’re—”
“Radiant.” Koa’s eyes softened as he took in my flushed face and dazed expression.
“Okay?” Casimir lightly traced Claudio’s scar on my arm.
I nodded, my cheek rubbing against the coarse hair of Zane’s chest. My throat tightened as more emotions welled up.
“I never thought I’d get to feel owned. Not like apossession. Like atreasure.”
Zane’s grin faded as he turned uncharacteristically serious.
“Youarea treasure, Serafina, and we’re the dragons hoarding you.”
“And I love my dragons. My monstrous, incredible dragons,” I purred, stretching like a cat.
“Your dragons are going to ravish you again if you keep wiggling like that,” Koa cautioned, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he grinned.
“She needs rest.” Casimir’s hand squeezed my hip, his thumb stroking the dip of my waist. “It’s been a long day, and we still have to—”
“Plot. Spy. Kill a Dark witch,” Zane finished with a wave of his hand. “But first, who’s up for snacks?”
Three arms shot into the air, although mine was so weak, it flopped across Koa’s face. Zane howled with laughter, and even Casimir chuckled, a rough sound and one as rare as finding a four-leaf clover.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, trying to retrieve my arm.
Koa kissed my palm before gently moving my errant limb back to my side.
“I’ll take that as a yes for snacks.”
“Thirsty, too.” I tried to sit up, but fell back when my muscles refused to cooperate. “But one of you will have to carry me to the kitchen. I don’t think my body works anymore.”
“Iwore out our little bride with one tonguing.” Zane looked absurdly pleased with himself.
“I think the stress of the day may have had something to do with it,” Koa chuckled. “Cas and I will fetch snacks and water.”
“Chocolate?” I asked hopefully.
