I’m drowning. Lost in the overwhelming stretch of Niko’s cock inside me, the way he moves, the way my body clings to him like it was made for this. Maybe I am. Every thrust punches breath from my lungs, but it’s not just him that has me unraveling.
It’s Zephyr.
He watches from above, eyes locked on mine like a predator. There’s heat there—dark, molten hunger—and it pins me in place more than any touch ever could. He’s not touching me, and yet I feel him. He’s in control, guiding Niko’s movements with a possessive grip on his hips, making him fuck me hard and deep, just the way he wants it.
And I feel it—how much he needs this. Needsus.
Something passes between us. A spark. A claim. He may insist I’m not his, may deny the bond gnawing at the edge of his soul—but his eyes tell another story. One laced with need and jealousy and a hunger so fierce it threatens to consume us all.
I moan, caught between them, utterly wrecked and desperate for more.
“So tight around me,” Niko pants. “You feel like paradise, Evangeline.”
“She’s trembling,” Zephyr growls. “She’s close.”
I can’t answer because he’s right. My body’s already coiled too tight, breath ragged. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Let go,” Niko begs. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Zephyr grabs Niko’s jaw and tilts his face toward him. “Make her scream, or I’ll stop.” It’s a dare that drives Niko.
That pushes him over the edge. His hand snakes between us, finger finding my clit as he teases me, rubbing me just the way I like it. He thrusts harder, faster, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I shatter beneath him, crying out his name as my orgasm crashes through me. It’s hard, fast, electric. I feel it throughout my body.
My walls clamp down around him, and Niko curses, losing his rhythm, hips sputtering.
Zephyr’s voice is rough. “Now.”
With a final growl, Niko jerks forward and spills inside me, his face twisted in bliss. He’s beautiful. They both are. I can’t voice this because I can’t find my words. I should be concerned that I just let my husband come in me, but I’m not. I still have birth control tucked away in my suitcase. A heartbeat later, Zephyr buries himself deep in Niko and, with a choked cry, comes inside of him.
We collapse in a tangled heap—sweaty, panting, bodies still humming with aftershocks. My body feels like lead, and a deep, peaceful tiredness washes over me.
Zephyr pulls out first and lies besideus, his hand brushing my hair back from my damp forehead. There’s something soft in his expression—something raw and unguarded he’s never shown me before. He doesn’t look at me long, but it’s there all the same. He turns from me, focusing back on Niko, like he had to remember that Niko is his mate and not me.
“Are you both okay?” he asks.
Niko can’t speak. He just nods and gathers me close, still buried inside me, like he can’t bear the thought of letting go. I make no move to escape him. My body feels too heavy, and there’s a comfort with him this close.
I curl into Niko, then reach for Zephyr. I shouldn’t, but after what we did, he can’t deny this simple touch. It’s innocent enough. Still, he hesitates, warring with himself, but finally lets me take his hand.
For the first time, we’re all touching. Connected in a way we haven’t been before.
Not just sex. Not just escape. This—whatever it was—felt like something more. Something real.
A lazy smile tugs at my lips as I nuzzle into Niko’s shoulder, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me deeper. He’s safety and warmth. I feel a sense of belonging I haven’t dared to crave before, and I found it in these two fae males.
“Sleep,” I whisper, the word barely carried on breath. And then the world softens, the edges blur, and I finally surrender—to rest, to him, to us, hoping they’ll follow me.
Chapter 27
Zephyr
Niko is attentive as he cleans Evangeline and gets her ready for bed. The woman is mostly asleep, mumbling something incoherently. My mate is gentle, soothing even, as he whispers sweet nothings to her. He steals a single kiss, and when he pulls back, Evangeline’s soft snores fill the room. Nothing but admiration plays across his face as he stands over her, just watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her naked body is hidden underneath a blanket Niko draped across her when she shivered.
“She’s perfect,” he says to no one in particular.
I wait for the jealousy or anger to rear its ugly head, but those emotions never come. I don’t think they ever will. Seeing Niko with Evangeline, loving and fucking her, felt right. Me leading the scene felt…inevitable—right even.
My chest stirs with something I desperately want to keep down, locked far away so it will never reach thesurface. I’ve seen firsthand what resentment and jealousy can do, and even though those feelings do not consume me, there’s a possibility they will in the future. It’s not something I can risk. Not with everything riding on Evangeline’s presence in our kingdom. I respect her too much to drag her under.
