“I’m so close… I want…”
“Shh, baby… just a little longer,” Tiernan whispers.
I have no idea how he knows what’s going on besides being so full I can barely breathe. “But Tier…”
“Legaturile dintre cei vii, legende ?i noapte sunt sacre. Covenul este unul pentru totdeauna.”
A soft implosion of magic ripples over all of us, and suddenly, it’s all clear. Gripping Dezi tightly, I growl at him. “Finish it.”
My command has the same effect as a fucking bomb, because Tiernan and Dezi hammer into me like they’re trying to split me in two. The snarls from the bed seem to get close as my vision blurs and my body shudders. I can feel how big this orgasm will be and I take a deep breath before it slams into me like a goddamn truck. Limbs shiver, my teeth gnash, and a loud wail echoes off the wall as I clench around the two men hard. The impact of the climax is enough to make me go limp between them—until I feel it.
All four of them strike at the same time from a different side and I’m not only full of dick, but fangs.
Hades take me because I’m motherfucking dead.
Biting and suckling send me into another shuddering bout of screams and, finally, I feel the men inside of me come. The pinching catch of Tier’s hook and the swelling of Dezi’s compliment one another as they slow their hips. Splashes of hot cum on my hips tell me Khol and Revelin found their peaks as well, but all I can really focus on is the goddamn marking they’re all still doing.
I’m going to look like an animal attack victim tomorrow…
When spots dance in front of my eyes, I lift a lazy hand, slapping the vampire’s arm. “Oi… dinner’s over.”
He lifts his head, mouth stained with blood, and darts forward to kiss me for the second time since we met. “You’re a five-star meal, witchling.”
Khol snorts, retracting his fangs as well before he leans in to kiss me next. “Best spicy pie I’ve ever tasted.”
Oh, for the energy to smack him.
“Shut it,” is all I manage.
Revelin pulls back, too, licking his lips as he smirks at me. “And you glow like a Fae rave. It’s our own little blood orgy.”
I groan as Dezi pulls his dick out, followed by Tiernan. Definitely going to walk funny tomorrow. The entire world is going to be staring at the Fiadh show. I’ll have to figure out how to keep them from noticing. And I’ll have to make sure whoever takes me to shop pulls some clothes that will facilitate bite marks and hobbling in the future.
“Uh-oh, she frowned,” Khol says. “Time to get her snuggly and distract her before she freaks about the whole ‘forever’ thing.”
That’s what I wanted to ask this jackass.
“You speak Romanian?” My curious gaze meets Dezi’s as Rev magics the sheets and equipment into a bin across the room, thenreplaces the bed linens before Khol sits me down. “Why? And why do I suddenly fucking understand it?”
Dezi shrugs. “I have lived in so many countries, Fiadh. I speak Romanian, French, Latin, Italian…the list goes on. Why you understand, I suppose it’s part of the coven bonding.”
Blinking, I sit up on the bed. “Yousuppose?”
“Well, I have only bonded with two covens before, but they were… not mates. They were for family nesting as vamps do. And it was a long, long time ago when I first came to America. It ended badly.”
My brain damn near short-circuits and I have no idea which thing to address first.
Luckily, Revelin hops into bed beside me, pressing close to my glowing skin. “You’re gonna break her, Ruby. She can only flip out about like four things at once before she goes ‘Hulk’ and starts blasting shit. Gotta keep that in mind, man.”
“Sheis right here, dumbass, and every one of you had better quit referring to me like some task you manage.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t care how fucking mind blowing that shit was; I’ll punish myself to punish you worse.”
“NowthatI believe,” Tiernan says, as he hops on and grabs my feet. “But there’s no need. Remember, this dickhead and Rev have lived like stupid amounts of time. They don’t even know what past shit they haven’t told us because there’s so damn much of it. When I started working mostly for this idiot, it’s one of the things he said to me—that I have to remind him I’m not a thousand years old and I haven’t been with him forever.”
Rev grins as he picks up a strand of my hair to braid it. “It’s true. I forget more than most people know in their whole lives. Mr. Stuffy Pants Vamp is probably the same.”
I cut my eyes to him, and he nods, looking chagrined. “The Prince is correct. You may have to assume that I haven’t told you somethingyet, it’s because I simply didn’t consider it important or relevant. Or, sadly, I may have forgotten it until that very moment.”
“That’s just peachy,” I snark as I squint at him. “And are you going to join us, or are you snubbing my snuggle time? One hint which will make me homicidal.”
