“I love you so much, Mace,” Scotty said, reaching back to caress his face, her slim fingers stroking his jaw. “You will always have part of my heart.”
“Ditto,” he croaked against her shoulder, cursing his lack of pretty words that would be appropriate right now.
Her hand dropped to Blade’s face. She tilted her head, allowing Mace to nibble the curve of her shoulder unimpeded as she stroked Blade’s bottom lip with her thumb.
“I love you too, Blade,” she murmured. “So much. Part of my heart will always be yours.”
“And you’ll always have mine,” Blade said roughly, managing to sound a lot less idiotic than Mace. Which was unusual, because Mace was usually the one accused of having a charmed tongue.
And a talented one.
Blade reached for the dagger next to him, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he nicked his sternum and handed the weapon to Mace.
“You need to taste us,” Blade said, and Scotty didn’t hesitate.
She bent forward, her hair spilling across Blade’s chest as she swiped a drop with her tongue. Then she straightened and looked back at Mace, her eyes gleaming with greed. “Now you?”
Anything for her. She could take his blood from his jugular if she wanted. But he figured she’d settle for a little from his forearm.
He made a cut and then groaned when she cleaned it up with the tip of her tongue. He’d watched that tongue work on him before, andhis body craved more. But too soon, Blade took her left hand in his right, and Scotty reached up with her right to twine Mace’s fingers in hers so that each of them held her on the side of theirdermoires. When this was done, she’d take the arm markings of her new mate, including his personal symbol.
She’d look good with an eagle in flight on her throat, but he had to admit that Blade’s broken blade wouldn’t look out of place. But then, she’d look good in anything. Or nothing.
Blade’s big body surged under her, lifting her on Mace’s cock, and he groaned as a slow, rolling rhythm moved them together as one. Just as it was when they were in battle, they began an organic, synchronized dance, their bodies becoming one. Theiremotionsbecoming one.
All around them, erotic energy crackled, skating across Mace’s skin and adding another layer of carnal sensation. Scotty arched, crying out, clenching around him as she came.
“The next one,” Blade breathed. “Let’s shoot for the next one.”
They’d need three simultaneous orgasms for this to work. Plus, a blood infusion at the same time.
Panting, Scotty rotated her hips, seeking more, and Mace clenched his teeth, trying to hold off until—
“Almost there,” she gasped. “Oh, so close…”
Blade and Mace locked gazes, and Blade gave a nod. Mace returned it. They were both there.
Go time.
Blade picked up the dagger again, and as he nicked Scotty’s breast, Mace bit into her throat.
Blood hit his tongue in a sweet, syrupy rush. Holy hell, Scotty tasted electric, bold, and he knew the second Blade put his mouth to the tiny cut because he made a sound of ultimate satisfaction.
And then the sexual bomb exploded.
Mace came so hard his brain shut down, leaving his body to absorb the pleasure, the ultimate orgasm that hit every part of him, right down to his very soul. He felt Scotty’s peak, and he felt Blade’s erotic surrender, all of it wrapped in devotion to the relationship they all shared.
And that was when Mace understood that even if he could never be with Scotty again, this one night, this one moment, would always be worth it.
Chapter 31
Scotty wasn’t sure she would ever recover from what had just happened. Not that she wanted to.
Waves of pleasure surged through her, over and over. It was like it had been the two times with Mace and Blade individually, except it was…more. More pleasure, more intensity, more connection.
Filled by both males, it was as if she was connecting a circuit, and along with her own orgasms, she felt theirs, too. She felteverything. Their emotions, their desires, their very life forces.
This is how my life is meant to be.
