"Are you still with us, fireheart?"
Kaelen’s voice was a rough rasp, scraping against the haze of pleasure that had momentarily blinded me. I blinked, my vision swimming into focus. The Dragon Prince was looming over me, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that hadn't dimmed in the slightest. His chest heaved, sweat slicking the hard planes of his muscles, making the faint golden scales ripple in the dim cavern light.
I nodded, unable to form words, my throat raw.
"Good," he growled, a dark, possessive promise. "Because the vessel isn't full yet."
"And I'm definitely not done," Flynn murmured against the shell of my ear.
His hands slid down my ribs, gripping my hips with bruising force, pulling me back against him until there was no space left between us. I gasped as the hard ridge of his cock pressed against my lower back, his desire a physical brand. Kaelen moved in tandem, his hands locking around my thighs, spreading me wider, lifting me slightly so I was suspended between the Dragon and the Wolf.
"Tell me you can take it," Kaelen demanded, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs. "Tell me you're ready for more."
"Yes," I breathed, the word vibrating through the bond like a struck bell. "I'm ready."
Kaelen didn't hesitate. He surged forward, claiming me with a single, devastating thrust that stole the air from my lungs. I cried out, my head falling back against Flynn’s shoulder, my fingers digging into Kaelen's forearms. He filled me completely, stretching me, branding me with dragon fire from the inside out.
But he didn't stay. He pulled back, leaving me aching and empty for a heartbeat, only for Flynn to immediately take his place.
The Wolf entered me with a sharp, feral rhythm, hitting a spot deep inside that made my toes curl. The angle was different, deeper, wilder. He bit down on my shoulder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, while his hips snapped forward with an urgency that made the golden veins beneath my skin flare blindingly bright.
"Mine," Flynn snarled against my neck.
Then Kaelen was back, pushing Flynn’s rhythm aside with his own dominant cadence. It became a maddening, exquisite dance, Kaelen’s slow, stretching grind alternating with Flynn’s sharp, driving thrusts. I was trapped in the friction, my body arching like a bowstring pulled too tight.
"Look at her," Elias whispered, his voice sounding like wind chimes in a gale.
The Phoenix Prince was still at my side, his cool, slender fingers trailing down my arm to interlace with mine. He wasn't just watching; he was weaving his magic through the physical sensation, taking every nerve ending and dialing it up to agonizing sensitivity. His other hand drifted to my breast,his thumb flicking over the nipple, sending bolt after bolt of lightning straight to my core.
Thane was my anchor on the other side. His massive hand held one of my knees, keeping me grounded while the others tried to make me fly. He leaned in, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses there that made my hips buck involuntarily.
"Steady, Little One," Thane rumbled against my skin, the vibrations sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me. "We have you."
Kaelen thrust into me, his eyes locked on mine, demanding I see him, only him, even as Flynn’s hand slid down between my legs, his fingers finding the slick, swollen center of my need.
I shattered.
Or I tried to. But Elias’s magic caught the peak, holding me on the edge of the cliff, refusing to let me fall.
"Not yet," Elias murmured, his turquoise eyes swirling with cruel, beautiful intent. "Let the pressure build. Let the magic saturate your bones."
Flynn’s fingers worked a relentless rhythm against me while Kaelen pounded into me with increasing ferocity. Thane’s mouth moved higher up my thigh, his tongue tracing the golden veins pulsing there. I was sweating, sobbing, begging for release, but they held me there, suspended in a state of pure, excruciating overstimulation.
The cavern spun. The bond roared, a cacophony of four distinct desires merging into a singular, blinding white noise in my mind.
"Please," I gasped, looking at Kaelen, pleading with the only thing I had left, total surrender. "Kaelen, please."
He smirked, a dark, wicked expression that promised everything and nothing. He leaned down, his lips brushing mine, tasting the salt of my sweat and the erratic rhythm of my breath.
"Begging the dragon?" he whispered against my mouth. "Do you think that will save you from the fire, or just make it burn hotter?"
"I don't want to be saved," I managed, my voice a wrecked whisper against his lips, tasting the copper tang of my own blood where Flynn had bitten my lip. "I want to be consumed."
Kaelen’s pupils blew wide, swallowing the molten gold of his irises. "As you wish, fireheart."
He drove into me with a violence that should have hurt but only felt like completion. At the same moment, Flynn’s teeth clamped down on the junction of my neck and shoulder, a primal claim that sent a shockwave of adrenaline straight to my heart. Thane’s large hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady against the onslaught. His forehead pressed against my thigh as he muttered words in a language that sounded like stones grinding together deep underground.
Elias released the mental dam.
