I feel myself climbing fast—pressure building, coiling tight in my belly. “Please,” I gasp against Stellan’s mouth. “I’m so close—”
Wes pulls back, his breath ragged. “Not yet. I want to make this good for you.”
Stellan groans, forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Wes—”
“I know.” Wes’s voice is rough now, his own control fraying. “Just a little longer.”
“She’s ready,” Stellan growls, hunger lacing his words.
“Almost.” Wes leans back down, and this time when his tongue moves, his fingers slide inside me too. The combination makes me arch, a sound escaping that I don’t recognize.
Stellan’s mouth moves to my breast, teeth scraping, and I’m climbing again—faster, higher.
“That’s it,” Wes says against me. “Let us feel it.”
I’m right there—on the edge—my hands in Wes’s hair, clutching at Stellan’s shoulder.
Wes pulls back again, and I could cry. “Please,” I beg. “Please, I need—”
“I know what you need.” Wes moves up beside me, his hand gentle on my face. “One more time. I promise. Then we’ll let you fall.”
Stellan’s hands find my wrists, pressing them into the mattress above my head. Not restraining—anchoring. His eyes are pure silver now, his control hanging by a thread. “Can you take more?”
I nod frantically, desperate for release.
“Good girl,” Stellan murmurs, and the praise makes something in me clench.
“Hold her,” Wes commands.
Stellan’s grip tightens, and then Wes is there again—mouth and fingers working together with focused intensity. This time he doesn’t stop. He drives me higher, my hips bucking against his face, begging now, words spilling out.
“That’s it,” Wes growls. “Come for us.”
Stellan’s mouth crashes down on mine, and I break.
The orgasm tears through me—white-hot and endless and so intense I can’t breathe. The Ether explodes outward, silver light so bright it burns behind my closed eyelids. I feel the pleasure feeding back through the bonds, amplifying, multiplying between the three of us until I can’t tell whose release is whose.
And then it surges outward.
Not just to Wes and Stellan. Through me. Through every bond connecting me to the others. I feel it racing toward them like lightning—Rhett’s fire, Gray’s earth, Theo’s light, Jace’s wind, Thane’s cold, Seth’s strange emptiness-turned-presence.
All of them. At once.
I feel them respond—shock, confusion, half-awake across the house. The connection flares bright and then settles, humming contentedly.
The feedback is overwhelming. Wes gasps, his hands tightening almost to the point of pain on my thighs. Stellan shudders against me, his control finally, completely breaking as his own release crashes through him untouched.
We collapse together in a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing. The light fades slowly, settling into a soft pulse around us.
For a long moment, no one moves. No one can.
My heartbeat slows enough that I can think again. My whole body feels loose, warm, complete.
Wes is the first to shift, pressing a kiss to my hip, then my stomach, then my ribs. “You okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with concern.
I nod, not trusting my voice yet. My whole body is still trembling with aftershocks.
Stellan’s forehead is still against my shoulder, his breath coming in harsh pants. His hands have loosened around my wrists but he hasn’t let go entirely, like he needs the anchor point.
