Not just the fullness, though that’s devastating enough. I can feel where they are in relation to each other. The thin wall between them. Where Orion’s heat ends and Kieran’s cold begins, two different temperatures, two different rhythms, both of them inside me at the same time.
I pop off Finn’s cock for a second to breath. I look up at him his amber eyes showing nothing but that love and devotion.
“Holy—” The word comes out broken. “I can feel both of you. I can feel where you’retouching each other.” I rest my head on Finn’s hip, all I can do is hold onto him.
A pause in which everyone processes this.
“Through me,” I add, unnecessarily. “I meant through me.”
Orion laughs under me but it’s clearly strained.
“We can feel each other, too.” Kieran’s voice is wrecked. “Through you. Gods, Ash, you’re?—”
He doesn’t finish. Can’t. Orion starts to move.
Shallow thrusts. Testing. Checking. Making sure I can take it.
I push back against him.
“More.”
He gives me more.
The first orgasm catches me off guard. I wasn’t ready, wasn’t bracing, and it crashes through me like a wave I didn’t see coming. My magic spirals outward, thorns and flowers erupting from the moss, vines climbing higher around our little sanctuary.
“One.” Orion’s voice is smug under me. “That’s one, Thorn. We’re not done.”
One? When did the count start over?
Before I can respond, hands grip my jaw. Tilt my face up.
Finnian.
He’s standing at my head, and his cock is right there, flushed and hard and glistening with my saliva. He looks so delicious that I lap at him. Teasing and tasting as the other two fuck me.
He’s warm on my tongue. Golden. The taste of him floods my mouth and I moan before I can stop myself.
“That’s it.” His hand fists in my hair. “Take it.”
He pushes deeper.
Three of them. Kieran in my pussy, cold and relentless. Orion in my ass, burning me from the inside out. Finnian in my mouth, fucking my throat like he’s forgotten how to be gentle.
Every part of me filled. Every part of me claimed.
Kieran drags out of me slow, so slow I feel every ridge of his cock catching against my walls. The cold of him leaves a trail of frost through my nerve endings. Then he grinds back in, angling up, hitting something deep that makes my thighs shake.
Under me, Orion is the opposite. Fast. Greedy. His heat blooms through the warming oil until I can’t tell where his fire ends and the burn begins. Every thrust shoves me forward onto Kieran, and every time Kieran pulls back, I’m pushed onto Orion. Caught between them like a tide that can’t decide which shore to break against.
And Finnian, his cock slides across my tongue and I taste salt and want and something sweet underneath. He hits the back of my throat and holds there, just for a second, watching my eyes water before he pulls back and lets me breathe.
Then does it again.
I’m never empty. Never given a single second to think. Just full and full and full, pinned between three men who are using me exactly the way I begged them to.
Tears stream down my face. Not pain. The opposite of pain. Just too much sensation with nowhere for it to go.
Finnian pulls out of my mouth and I gasp for air, sobbing, magic spiraling wild around us.
