Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me like it’s her favorite job. Behind her, Zephyr’s pace quickens to brutal and unrelenting. Her moans vibrate along my shaft as she takes us both. I don’t think I’m in charge of the situation anymore. Not when I want to bend to her every whim.
“Open wider, sweetheart,” I order, and she obeys instantly, her jaw relaxing as I sink deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gags once, but instead of pulling back, she moans around me like the depraved little queen she is. She’s a godsdamned vision.
Zephyr’s thrusts grow sharper, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The sound of her wetness, of skin against skin, fills the room, obscene and perfect. “Fuck, she’s dripping down my cock,” he pants, leaning forward to bite at her shoulder. I know he’s close. His body is wound too tightly, ready to let go.
I pull out just long enough to watch her lips glisten with spit and my precum. She gasps for air, her mouth still open, and I tap the head of my cock against her tongue. “Show him how much you fucking love this.”
She whimpers and wraps her lips around me again,sucking greedily. Zephyr’s rhythm falters for a moment before he slams back into her, making her cry out around me, a thin layer of sweat covering her body.
“You feel that, Niko? She’s clenching like she’s about to—” He cuts himself off with a guttural groan as she milks him.
“Not yet,” I grit out. “Make her beg first.” Perhaps it’s cruel, but I love hearing her begging.
Zephyr’s no better; his wicked grin flashes as he shifts his angle, one hand leaving her hip to find her clit. He rubs in slow, deliberate circles, barely giving her enough to push her over the edge. She whines around me, body twitching, torn between my cock filling her mouth and Zephyr’s thick length pounding into her relentlessly.
“Please… please let me come,” she gasps when I pull free again, a string of saliva connecting us. Her voice is raw and hoarse from sucking me.
“You hear that, Zephyr?” I rasp. “Our queen’s begging.”
Zephyr growls and slaps her ass, the sound echoing in the room. “Come for us, Evangeline.”
The effect is immediate—she screams, collapsing forward into my lap as her pussy pulses around Zephyr. He fucks her through it, growling her name like a prayer, until his own release slams into him. He comes and comes, his orgasm nearly shaking the entire room. His groan is low, primal, and he buries himself deep as he spills inside her.
I’m not done.
While she’s still shaking, I push Zephyr back, pullingher upright just enough to flip her onto her back. Her eyes are hazy, lips kiss-swollen, but she spreads her legs for me without hesitation. I position myself and drive into her in one hard thrust, making her cry out again.
She’s soaked and warm with Zephyr’s cum, her walls still fluttering from her orgasm, and the sensation is too much. I brace my hands on either side of her head and fuck her fast, rough, chasing that sweet, brutal end. Zephyr kneels beside us, holding her hand, murmuring praise into her ear while I use her body like it belongs to me—because it does. Just as mine belongs to her. This woman can have me in any way she wants.
“You’re ours,” I growl, my thrusts turning erratic. “Every inch of you. Every sound you make. Every breath you take.”
“Yes,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. “Yours… always…now fucking come.”
That’s all it takes. I slam in one last time and spill into her, groaning her name like a vow and a promise. My head drops to her shoulder as the aftershocks roll through me, my body finally loosening its hold on the desperate tension that’s gripped me since I thought I’d lost her.
When I finally pull out, she whimpers, but I hush her, brushing hair from her damp face. Zephyr is already up, fetching a warm cloth. Between the two of us, we clean her gently, every touch soft after the raw intensity of before. She lets us fuss over her, pliant and smiling faintly like she’s exactly where she belongs.
We guide her to the center of the bed and slip in on either side of her, drawing the blankets over us. Zephyrtangles his fingers with hers while I curl into her other side, my hand resting over her stomach. The firelight bathes us in gold, its crackle the only sound besides our breathing.
She glances between us, eyes shining in the dim light. “We’re really doing this,” she whispers.
I kiss her temple. “We’ve always been doing this. Now it’s just…together. Like it should be.”
Zephyr meets my gaze over her head, and something passes between us—an unspoken vow to love her and keep her safe.
“I love you, Evangeline,” Zephyr whispers against her hair.
Our girl’s eyes flutter, a soft smile playing across her lips. “Love you. Both of you.” She no longer has the strength to stay awake, and a few moments later, light snores fill the air.
“She’s yours now,” I whisper to Zephyr.
Zephyr tears his gaze away from Evangeline, a tender softness to his expression. “No, she’s ours.”
Ours.
And together, we hold her until Zephyr’s soft snores join Evangeline’s. I’m left to admire my two mates. I’m a lucky man. I’ve always known this, but I don’t plan on taking them for granted. With one last kiss to both of their temples, I slowly let sleep claim me.
Chapter 42
