Garrick reached up and gripped my hip. I recognized the warning.
“Syleris,” I managed to say. But I could not stop myself. I was so close to coming, I just needed to?—
“Oh gods, Garrick, Garrick, yes.” I lost complete control.
Syleris was suddenly there, holding me up, kissing me fervently as I rode out my climax on Garrick’s face. Brilliant lights in colors that only lived in my imagination exploded behind my eyes. Thinking was impossible. All I could do was feel—the enormity of the physical sensation, the force of my connection to these men.
Through it all, Garrick’s tongue worked a steady rhythm, giving me exactly what I needed. When the lights at the edge of my vision finally faded, Syleris’ hands on my hips eased me off of Garrick’s face. He held me against him on the bed, pressing soft kisses to my shoulders and neck.
Garrick smiled up at us, his face wet with my juices. While I watched, Syleris leaned in and licked his face clean.
Every part of me was wet with perspiration or arousal. But neither of my bonded ones had come yet, and that could not last.
“Such a considerate witch,”Syleris purred in my mind.
Then he was there, guiding my hips once again. He fitted me over Garrick. I made a little mewl of disapproval. I wanted them both.
“Just like that,” Syleris encouraged. “You will get what you want, I promise.”
With Syleris behind me, hands on my hips, I sank down on Garrick’s cock. It was full and thick and felt like home. We fit together perfectly and had from that first meeting, even if we’d been unable to see it. But Seraxa knew, and she’d gifted us with the Lifebind to prove it. It was not just mercy that had pushed me to save Garrick at the Mercy Gate. It was fate. We were meant for each other.
All three of us.
As I drew back along Garrick’s length, Syleris pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“Deep breath,” he urged. He dragged his fingertips around my clit, wetting them thoroughly. Then he pressed them against my rear entrance.
Oh gods.
He worked himself in slowly. Just his fingertips, slowly making way for his cock, using my own arousal and plenty of his own saliva for lubrication. Garrick’s eyes were open. He could not see Syleris working me from this angle, but he could see us pressed together. His eyes tracked Syleris’ mouth every time he pressed an encouraging kiss to the nape of my neck. Bright rings of turquoise light encircled his pupils.
Finally, I felt the cool press of Syleris’ piercing on either side of his cock at the puckered edges of my entrance.
“Hold on to Garrick,” Syleris said, his own hands occupied. One guided his cock, the other cradled my soft stomach, massaging it gently.
Garrick’s chin trembled as he took my hands in his. I leaned forward to give Syleris a better angle. My nipples brushed against the soft spray of hair across Garrick’s chest, and then I was the one trembling.
“Yes,” Syleris hissed as he worked himself deeper and deeper. He paused when I cried out, but my greedy hips betrayed me, thrusting back, desperate for more. “Soon, sweetling,” he promised.
He kept his promise, just like he had kept his promise to train my power. Just as he’d honored our bargain and protected those I loved. Soon, so soon, Garrick the Red and the Dark God were both seated completely within me.
I was so full I could barely breathe. But what did breathing matter when I finally had both of them inside of me?
Then they began to move. I knew they had no mind connection, but Garrick and Syleris understood each other on a level that did not necessitate words. They knew how to take care of me, and they knew how to pleasure me. The pressure of both of them inside of me was more than I’d realized I could take. Garrick held my hips, Syleris my backside. Together, they hit every angle of pleasure that I’d ever known and discovered several more. Between Garrick’s girth and Syleris’ piercing…
“She takes us so well, doesn’t she, halfling?” Syleris tried to croon, but the last word, his nickname for Garrick, was a moan.
Garrick grunted beneath us.
Syleris inhaled sharply. “Are you close, halfling?”
That name did something to Garrick. I understood. I’d always hated nicknames, but when they came from the two of them, that irrational part of me did not care.
I did not know what had the bigger impact in that moment. Garrick’s jaw clenched as he fought for control. Syleris tried to chuckle again, but the sound came out half-choked. We were all so close.
“Give in to me,” I commanded. Both of them paused. I would have none of that. I kept rocking against them, and a second later, they both rejoined me. “Fill me up,” I urged. “Give meeverything. I want every piece of you. Both. Mine. You are both mine.”
I felt Syleris’ hands slide down from my bottom to my hips, grasping Garrick’s. His fingernails dug into my skin, and I was there. Pleasure deeper than anything I’d ever felt overtook me. It was not just physical. It was there in the space of my mind that Syleris occupied, in the binding of me and Garrick’s souls that the Lifebind symbolized.
