“All this for eternity,” he breathes. “You will never run away from us again.”
Nathaniel’s hand tightens in my hair, tilting my head back as he watches Cassian’s hand disappear between my legs.
“Hear that?” he asks quietly.
Talon finally kisses me, and it’s nothing like Cassian. It’s teasing at first, slow, dragging, his tongue tracing my lower lip before pushing in, deep and messy and greedy.
Cassian curls his fingers.
My whole body jerks.
“Fuck—“ I choke into Talon’s mouth.
“That’s it,” Cassian growls, pumping his fingers deeper, harder. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Nathaniel pulls back just enough to look at me.
“Can you take more?” he asks softly.
I don’t even understand the question before Talon’s hand slides between us, pushing Cassian’s wrist just enough to make space—
and then Talon’s fingers join his.
Two hands. It should hurt, but it doesn’t. Maybe pain isn’t possible here, or maybe pleasure simply wins. Either way, I love it.
I cry out, my head falling back against Nathaniel’s shoulder as they fuck me with their fingers, slow at first, then faster. They’re pushing, stretching, and making me feel every inch of them.
“Look at you,” Talon breathes against my mouth. “Taking us so fucking well.”
Cassian’s teeth scrape my throat. “You missed this?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the answer torn out of me before I can think. “Yes—fuck—“
If I could form coherent words, I’d tell them how scared I was I’d never feel them like this again. How lonely it felt to lie on my grave and accept I’d never see them again. How much I want to cry right now. How selfishly happy I am that they’re dead with me.
How much I love them.
Nathaniel exhales.
“We missed this too,” he says.
And then his hand slides down too.
Three.
I lose it.
My body goes tight, shaking, my breath shattering into fragments as they fill me, touch me, take me apart rightthere under the willow tree, golden light flickering through the branches.
My hands clutch at them blindly, my whole body burning, unraveling, caught between them with nowhere to go and no desire to escape.
And somewhere in the heat and the pressure and the way they’re touching me like they never mean to let go—
I understand.
This is real.
For the first time, nothing threatens to break this apart.
