And yet the only reason I’m alive and well is because of the actions taken by the people I love the most.
I can’t get them into our room fast enough. They both deserve my gratitude, and I intend to show them both just how thankful I am.
I slam the door shut with a flick of my wrist, magic vibrating through the wood like a pulse. It comes back to me, even stronger than before. Fire crackles from the hearth, warming the room, but it feels like an inferno in here.
Zephyr’s eyes flash with surprise at my urgency, but Evangeline—my brave, reckless, beautiful mate—only smiles. She knows how pivotal this moment is. The bonds that can finally form between the three of us. It’s what I’ve wanted since the beginning, despite Zephyr’s refusal.
Something transpired between the two of them on their journey. Something that feels like the start of a new path we’ll forge ahead together, and I don’t want to pass up the chance while we have it.
My body moves on its own accord, no longer able to be in the same room with Zephyr and Evangeline without touching them. I crowd her first, pinning her to the wall with my body, my lips crashing into hers. A shocked gasp leaves her, but soon she’s kissing me back, her body molding against mine. She tastes like spring rain and salvation. I fucking missed her. I swallow her gasp, my hand threading into her damp hair as I groan against her mouth.
Mine.
“I thought I lost you,” I rasp. “Both of you.”
“You didn’t,” she whispers back, pulling me closer, frenzied fingers trailing down my body as if desperate to rip our barriers away. “We came back. For you.”
Behind me, Zephyr doesn’t speak, but I can feel the weight of his gaze on us. I turn my head just enough to look over my shoulder. He’s watching with hunger, possession, and love. It’s not just aimed toward me either. He’s looking at Evangeline like he’s waited his entire life to touch her.
“Come here,” I say, my voice lower, rougher. Zephyris usually the one who takes charge, but I sense he needs me to take the reins. Needs me to command this situation, so all he can do is feel. “Come help me worship our woman.” Because Evangeline is ours, and I need him to see that.
Zephyr steps forward, slow and predatory, his fingers sliding up Evangeline’s arm until they reach mine. He interlaces them, our hands together against her chest, where her heart beats, wild and frantic. Despite his willingness to join us, there’s still hesitancy in the way he moves and touches us, as if he’s not quite sure he truly belongs here. I’ve seen many sides of Zephyr, but this isn’t one I’m used to. The timid, almost shy man is a far cry from the confident man who knows exactly what he wants in the bedroom.
“I love you,” he says, voice gravel and thunder. “Both of you.” Despite his unsettled demeanor, his words are strong and true.
Evangeline’s eyes flutter shut for a moment. She releases a breath that sounds like a sob, but she’s smiling, radiant with joy. “I’ve been waiting to hear those words for a long time. God, Zephyr, I love you too.”
And just like that, the air snaps, and all semblance of composure is lost.
She launches herself at Zephyr, tugging him down for a kiss that’s far more than heat—it’s pent-up longing and walls finally falling. I step back just enough to watch because, gods, the sight of them is everything. Her fingers tangle in his hair as he cups her face like she’s breakable, like he can’t believe she’s real.
Watching the two of them together has my cockpainfully pressing against my pants, begging to be free and stroked. I want Evangeline’s lips around it while Zephyr takes her from behind, sharing our girl like we were always meant to do. Picturing her naked, cheeks flushed, and skin glistening with sweat has me rubbing my cock through my pants.
“I’m here,” she murmurs, managing to gasp between kisses. “I’m yours. Both of yours.”
That’s all the permission we need.
“Zephyr, let’s show our queen how much we love her.” My words are slurred with lust. He looks at me, pupils blown wide, giving me an almost imperceptible nod. “Strip our mate, Zephyr.”
The air cracks with nervous energy. Zephyr hesitates, until he sees Evangeline biting her lip, staring at him expectantly. Whatever doubt is consuming him vanishes in that single look as he reaches for her. He starts with her tunic, peeling it off her body, exposing her rich golden-brown skin. It shines in the firelight, making her appear ethereal. A goddess for us to worship.
She wears nothing under the tunic, and her bare chest is on full display. Brown nipples pebble under our gazes, and I yearn to take them into my mouth, rolling the buds with my tongue.
Zephyr turns his attention to her boots, unlacing them with quick efficiency. Once they are off, he moves to her pants, fingers working the fastenings with deliberate precision. Then he sinks to his knees in front of her—and, fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes lift to meet hers as he slides the fabric down her legs, the air between them charged and heavy. Their stare iselectric, locked in a silent exchange that makes my pulse spike. Evangeline steps out of her pants slowly, sensually, never breaking eye contact.
Zephyr stays where he is, still kneeling, his face now level with her bare pussy. I don’t plan to just stand back and watch, so I move in behind Evangeline, pressing my body to hers, my chest flush against her back, unwilling to let him have all the pleasure to himself.
“Will you let your new mate taste your pussy, sweetheart?”
My words cause her to shudder, chest rising and falling faster. She nods once, but that’s not good enough. I need her to speak. “Then tell him exactly what you want, mate.”
Her cheeks flush in an adorable shade of red. She has two men wound around her finger, and yet she still feels the need to shy away from us. My hand travels up, grabbing her breast. I squeeze it once, earning a soft moan, before I take her nipple between my fingers, teasing her.
“Z…Zephyr,” she pants. “I want you to taste my pussy.”
The familiar smirk I love crosses his features. His eyes meet mine, and I nod once. “Taste our mate. Tell me if she’s wet for us.” I long to slip my fingers between her thighs, needing to seek out her warm heat. I can be a patient man if I have to be, though.
Zephyr gently lifts her leg, moving it to rest over his shoulder. From this position, she’s completely open to him. He nuzzles her thigh, groaning. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he starts to kiss up the inside of her thigh.
