“As you command, witch.”
We stepped onto the dance floor as a trio.
The steps were quick, but Garrick and Syleris both seemed to know them. Garrick had spent his formative teenage years in Balar Shan and been educated with the prince and princess. It made sense that he knew. Syleris, however… I supposed that being an immortal god had advantages. He did not step on anyone’s foot.
I did, more than once.
But not either of my partners. We moved perfectly in sync, Garrick’s hand clasped in mine while Syleris guided me with a gentle but assertive hand on my waist. I did not miss the sensuous touches they exchanged, either. When Garrick lifted our hands over my head so that I could spin, Syleris used the opportunity to slide his own hand up Garrick’s back and caress the nape of his neck. Garrick returned the sentiment by stepping into Syleris’ space even when the steps should have taken them apart.
They were going to kill me.
Watching them like this, feeling each of their hands on my body, would be the end. Syleris’ hand on my waist wandered downward to explore the curve of my hip. Garrick’s fingers brushed a little too intentionally over my breast as he spun me. I would never make it to the final gate. There was no need. Not when I could find bliss right here.
Except it was not bliss—it was torture. They were teasing each other and me.
The tempo of the music changed as one song ended and another began. This beat was slower. Sultry. The couples and trios around us pressed together. I swallowed hard.
Garrick still held my hand in one of his. He curved the other around my waist, where Syleris’ was already waiting. I felt their fingers interlock, then Garrick pulled me against him. Syleris caged me in from the other side. One hand on my hip with Garrick’s, the other joined where Garrick and I’s were already locked together. He did not try to disentangle us. Instead, he curled his longer fingers around the outside of our already joined ones. The message was so clear, so perfect. Did Garrick see it, too?
I glanced up at his eyes to see and?—
Mistake.
The ring of bright blue around his pupils glowed as brightly as my coven mark when I was flush with power. The clover green irises transformed to pure turquoise. Garrick saw and felt all the same things that I did.
All of them?
Enough of them. Enough for now.
“Breathe,” Syleris reminded me. His hands were occupied, so he sent a little breeze to lift the hair off the nape of my neck and make space for him to press a kiss to the sensitive skin.
“I’m not sure I can,” I exhaled.
Garrick pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you, Koryn.”
If the two of them had not been there holding on to me, I would have collapsed. The combined force of emotion and need was so overpowering… as much as any power I’d ever felt. Syleris’ cock pressed into the cleft of my bottom, Garrick’s into the soft folds of my stomach. I rocked against one, only to find myself pressed against the other. I was certain that every personin the presence chamber, fae and god, could smell the arousal coating the insides of my thighs.
“I…” My chest trembled. “I need?—”
“Sssh,” Garrick said, folding me in against his chest.
Syleris’ hand was pinned between us, his chest pressed to my back. He pressed a kiss to the side of my head.
“I’ve got you,” Syleris said. “I’ve got you both. Trust me,” he purred.
The world fell away, the ground dissolved beneath our feet, and we were gone.
CHAPTER 46
KORYN
The world clawed at me,determined to pull us apart. There was darkness all around, but it refused to remain static. It whirled and twisted, like my power when it painted my skin. But where I reached for the light again and again, this was only infinite, all-encompassing darkness. This was Syleris’ power.
I should have been scared. But I’d learned to welcome the darkness inside of me since the landscape of my life was repainted after the Memory Gate. I did not recoil from his power; I leaned into it. I welcomed him into every crevice, every thought. There was no difference between us anymore. I was his, and there was no use in fighting it.
Maybe if I gave in fully, if I truly claimed him, he would stop trying to hide the best parts of himself.
The power around us disappeared as quickly as it had plucked us away. The roaring in my ears ceased, the clawing of the endless void giving way to the pressure of Syleris and Garrick’s hands upon my skin.
