“Tell us.” Orion rises over me, his face slick with my arousal, his eyes full amber and predatory. “Tell us what you need and we’ll give it to you.”
“You.” The word comes out broken. “Both of you. I need to feel you. I need to know you’re real.”
Understanding flickers across both their faces.
This isn’t just about pleasure anymore. This is about proof. About anchoring myself to something solid when everything else feels like it’s falling apart.
Kieran moves first. His cold mouth finds mine in a kiss so tender it makes my chest ache. Then Orion’s heat joins from below, his tongue returning to my core.
The third orgasm builds slower this time.
A rising tide instead of a crashing wave.
Kieran’s mouth on mine, soft now, almost gentle. His hands in my hair like I’m something precious. Orion’s tongue working me patiently.
“We’re here.” Kieran whispers it against my lips like a vow. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“Never.” Orion presses a kiss to my inner thigh between strokes. “Never leaving you again, Thorn. You’re stuck with us now.”
I come with both their names on my lips, magic spiraling around the three of us in patterns of green and silver and gold. The bonds at my wrists blaze—silver-blue for Kieran, golden-green for Orion—and somewhere distant, a third bond pulses.
When I finally come back to myself, I’m cradled between them. Orion’s chest warm at my back, Kieran’s cool body pressed to my front. Four hands holding me together.
“I want—” The words stick in my throat. “I need you inside me. Both of you. I need?—”
Orion groans against my shoulder. “Fuck, Thorn. Don’t say that when I’m barely holding on.”
“Then fuck me, both of you. Right here,” I tease. Even though I’m shaking.
I know I’ve won when they look at each other.
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She’s still shakingwhen Kieran catches my eye over her shoulder.
We don’t need words. Three orgasms deep and she’s boneless between us, her magic pulsing in lazy spirals across the ceiling, and we’re both still hard enough to drive nails.
I brush sweat-damp hair from her face. “How are you feeling, Thorn?”
“Destroyed.” Her voice is wrecked. Hoarse from screaming. “In the best way.”
“Good.” I press a kiss to her temple. “Because we’re not done with you yet.”
Her eyes flutter open. Still that endless green—no whites, no pupils, just forest staring back at me. The glamour is gone. This is the real her. The queen underneath.
And she’s about to let us worship her properly.
“There’s something I want to try.” I keep my voice casual. Like my cock isn’t throbbing against her hip. Like I haven’t been thinking about this since the first time I watched her take down three Fae twice her size and wanted to mount her right there in the training ring. “If you’re interested.”
“What kind of something?” Her eyes narrow. “Because if this involves ropes, I need at least another orgasm before I agree to anything that limits my murder options.”
Kieran’s hand slides down her stomach, frost trailing in his wake. “The kind that requires trust.”
“And a mirror,” I add.
Her breath catches. “I’m listening.”
