I am going to lose my control. Cum all over her hand like a teen. Maybe I should let it happen. I can get hard again.
No. Fuck.
I grip her hand so she stops. Her smirk says she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Kieran crushes another flower, coating his fingers.
“May I?” He shows her his oiled hand.
Ash looks at it. Looks at me. Looks at Finnian, who has drifted close enough to rest his chin on the bank’s edge and watch with amber eyes that have gone completely dark.
“Fine.” She lies down on her back this time. Not the position I was gunning for but when she spreads her knees and shows me that wet pussy, well, I’m happy again. Look at that. “But if this goes wrong I’m haunting all three of you.”
“Noted,” Kieran says.
“Fourth time I’ve been told that,” I say.
“How many of those were justified?”
“...Third time I’ve been told that.”
The sound that comes out of her is almost a laugh.
Then I lower my mouth back to her clit, and Kieran slides one oiled finger into her ass at the same time, and she stops laughing entirely. We are way too close but honestly her moans make it worth it.
Then she screams in pleasure.
“Breathe.” Kieran’s cold hand settles on her stomach. She gasps at the contrast. My mouth on her clit, his ice on her skin, his finger working her open slowly. “Let him in, troublesome thing. He’s got you.”
His voice does something when he says that. Something that is not my business and which I am also filing for later.
I work her with my tongue while he works her open. One finger. Two. The oil radiates heat between us both and it hits my cock, the bond, the low burn that’s been building since I hauled myself out of that spring.
“One more,” I tell her.
“I’ll die,” she says.
“You won’t.” I press a kiss to her inner thigh. “You’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met and I’ve been alive for centuries.”
“That’s a terrible compliment.”
“I meant it as one.”
She makes a sound that means she knows.
I add a third finger alongside Kieran’s two. She arches off the moss, her magic going wild, thorns and flowers and the vine walls climb higher, forming a small shelter around us.
And from the water Finnian says, quietly, “There she is,” like he’s confirming something.
Then Kieran’s free hand finds her clit.
The second orgasm hits before she recovers from the first. Her whole body locks, spine arching off the moss, and the sound she makes is closer to sobbing than screaming.
The third is quieter. Deeper. She stops fighting it and just...lets go. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes and she doesn’t wipe them away.
By the time she stops shaking, she’s open and loose and looking up at me with eyes that have gone somewhere ancient and certain.
“Please.” Barely a whisper. “I need all of you. Now.”
