I do.
The orgasm rips through me, and I feel it cascade through the bond. Finn crying out. Malrik groaning. Darian shuddering behind me.
We all come together. A perfect, devastating wave.
“Okay,” Finn pants into the mattress. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“We should do that more often.”
“We literally do it every year.”
“More than once a year. Monthly. Weekly. Daily.”
“We’d die.”
“Worth it.”
Kieran laughs. Actually laughs. The sound is rusty but real, and it makes everyone stop and stare.
“What?” he demands.
“Nothing,” Darian says. “Just… you laughed. During sex. That’s new.”
“I’m capable of enjoyment.”
“Clearly.” Darian gestures at Kieran’s softening cock. “Very clearly.”
Kieran’s expression does something complicated. Then he reaches out and pulls Darian against his chest.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. Just for Darian. “For pushing.”
“Thank you for letting me.”
They kiss again. Softer this time. Sweet.
Torric groans. “Great. Now I’m hard again.”
“Already?” Aspen raises an eyebrow.
“Look at them. How are you not hard again?”
“Self-control.”
“Liar.”
Aspen’s mouth twitches. “Perhaps slightly hard.”
“Knew it.”
Round two.
Kieran finally pulls me into his lap and sinks inside me with a groan that echoes through the bond.
“Three years,” he breathes against my forehead. “And you still feel like the first time.”
“Good memory?”
