As I jolted and grinned out at him, Zayn started teasing my other thigh, the two of them working in tandem to spread me open. Winter’s cool touch versus Zayn’s heat was one hell of a mind-fuck.
I scented Vaxan right behind me in the next second, and he reached around in front of me, his magic sparking and dematerializing my top and bra.
Then he was kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples, making me gasp and throw my head back against his shoulder.
Another spark, this time from Winter, had my panties gone.
And then him and Zayn were sliding their hands underneath my skirt and walking their fingers up my thighs, then brushing over my pussy.
“Son of a bitch,” I choked, as their erotic torment had me drenching their fingers in moments.
Zayn shifted a little, then ripped open his and Winter’s pants, freeing their hard dicks. He wrapped his hand around them both while Winter’s hands were busy—one holding and stroking Zayn’s nape, clearly needing the grounding for the feed, while his other was teasing me.
A hiss sounded at my ear from Vaxan, and he licked at my throat, nipped at my shoulder, and grazed my ear, as he ground his very hard length against my ass.
To say it was sensation—and sexy visual—overload didn’t begin to cover any of it.
Zayn squeezed his and Winter’s shafts, while drawing leisurely circles over their crowns, spreading their leaking precum all over. His eyes were glazed over from Winter’s feeding, and a crooked smile played on his lips a moment before he pushed two fingers inside me, jolting me.
“Fuck, woman,” he groaned. “So hot and needy.”
Vaxan banded his arm across my breasts as Zayn drove deeper and deeper, then twisted, while Winter flicked my clit.
The flicking became faster and harder, and he started bucking his hips, fucking his dick against Zayn’s, slipping into that wild state Zayn had mentioned earlier.
I reached back and dug my nails into Vaxan’s hip. “More.”
As soon as the word was out of my mouth, he dematerialized my skirt with a sweep of his magic.
I gasped and realized he’d done the same with all his clothes when I felt the heat of his bare rock-solid chest against my back, and most notable of all, his dick sliding over my ass, warm stickiness from how turned on he was trailing in its wake.
Fuck,it was all too much—in the best way imaginable.
I couldn’t get enough and I was sinking deeper and deeper into it all.
Intothem.
Despite the three of them being all over me, there was no triggering of my claustrophobia, no uncertainty or worry borne from my inexperience either.
It just… was.
I had a connection with each of them and now coming together like this… it felt… instinctive.
The smoldering energy of it all soothed me and exhilarated me at the same time.
As I turned my head to nip at Vaxan’s jaw, I saw him exchange a look with the boys.
Then Winter was easing from Zayn’s throat and coating his fingers in the blood all over Zayn’s skin.
He healed the wound with his free hand, his amber magic sparkling stably on his fingertips. He broke Zayn’s grip around his cock, then Vaxan eased me over to our hellion.
Zayn grabbed my hips eagerly, his fingers still inside me, then he had me screaming as he shoved his face between my spread thighs.
I lurched and fisted his thick pink hair as he tasted me like a feral thing, lashing me as he started pumping his fingers at a brutal pace.
Pleasure tore through me in an escalating burst that had me panting.
Through it, I felt my ass cheeks being spread open by Vaxan.
