“I can’t?—”
“You already are.” His hand slides down to my very sensitive clit, where he rubs slow circles. But he never touches it directly, just around and around the bud. “Feel that? Feel how wet you are? Your body knows exactly what it wants. Trust it.”
Finnian pushes deeper. The heat spreads through me, tangling with Kieran’s cold, and I’m crying now, actually crying,but I’m not telling them to stop. Couldn’t if I wanted to. Don’t want to.
Iwantthis.
“Almost there.” Orion’s fingers circle my clit. “One more inch. You’re doing so good. Taking them so well.”
Finnian bottoms out.
Three of them. Inside me. All at once.
Two in my pussy. Fire and ice, impossible, perfect, something I’m going to be thinking about for the rest of my very long Fae life.
Orion in my ass. Heat and pressure and that warming oil blooming through everything.
I scream. The sound tears out of me and the vines climb higher and somewhere outside our thorned sanctuary a bird takes flight, startled into the dark.
“There she is.” Orion’s voice has gone somewhere primal. Barely human. “Full of us. All of us. How does it feel?”
“I can’t—” Words won’t form. Nothing forms. I’ve been reduced to sensation and sensation only. “I can feel all of you. I can feel?—”
“We can feel each other.” Finnian’s voice breaks. “Through you. Ash, you’re…you’re connecting us. All of us.”
The bonds blaze at my wrist. Gold for Finnian. Silver-blue for Kieran. Orange-gold for Orion. All three burning brighter than I’ve ever seen them.
We’re not letting you go.
“Ours.” Orion’s voice is against my ear, savage and certain. His hips snap forward, burying himself deep in my ass, and I feel him twitch inside me. I feel the vibration of his orgasm so close. “Say it. You’re ours.”
The part of me that spent years desiring to belong somewhere doesn’t know what to do.
Then Kieran rolls his hips, grinding that cold cock against something devastating inside me, and the flinch dissolves entirely.
“Yours.” The word tears out of me. “I’m yours. All of you.”
“All of us what?” Orion’s hand slides around my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Possessive. “Finish the sentence, Thorn.”
“All of you, inside me, please don’t stop?—”
“We’re not stopping.” Kieran’s voice has gone to ice and gravel. He thrusts harder, and I feel him slide against the place where Finnian is still buried. “We’re not stopping until you’ve taken everything we have to give.”
“I can’t?—”
“You can.” Finnian’s hands grip my face, forcing me to look at him. His amber eyes are wet. Wrecked. “You can take all of us. You already are.”
He’s right. I am. Two of them in my pussy, one in my ass, and I’m so full I can feel my own heartbeat in places I didn’t know had pulses.
“Please—” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore.
Kieran grips my nipples, twists them in a way that shoots pleasure straight to my pussy.
“Please what?” Orion’s teeth graze my shoulder. “Tell us exactly what you need.”
“I need you to stay.” The words crack open. “All of you. Forever. I need, I need to feel you come inside me. I need to know this is real.”
Kieran moves first. His thrusts turn brutal, cold cock dragging against Finnian’s heat, and the friction between them, through me, is going to kill me. I can feel where they’re touching each other through the thin wall inside me. Two cocks sliding together every time they thrust.
