“Fuck—” Finnian’s hips jerk up, meeting Kieran’s rhythm, and suddenly they’re fucking me together, coordinated, relentless. “Fuck, I can feel him. I can feel?—”
“I know.” Kieran’s voice breaks. “I can feel you, too.”
They’re feeling each other through my body. Using me to touch. And the knowledge of that, their cocks sliding against each other, against Orion….
Well, that’s hot as fuck.
“I’m going to—” I can’t finish the sentence. The orgasm is right there. Enormous and inevitable.
“Then come.” Orion slams into my ass, his heat blazing through the oil. His teeth find my shoulder, biting down hard enough to mark. Marking me in only the way a primal wild Fae can. “Come on all three of our cocks. Right now. Let us feel it.”
“Let us feel you choose us.” Finnian’s voice shakes. “Please, Ash. Choose us.”
I shatter.
Not just pleasure. Something deeper cracking apart and reforming. The orgasm rips through me in waves, my pussy clenching around two cocks, my ass gripping Orion so tight he roars under me.
Orion comes first. I feel him pulse inside my ass, feel his roar vibrate through my spine. The pain spikes through the pleasure and I sob, clenching harder.
“Ash—” Finnian’s voice breaks on my name. His hips stutter, once, twice, and then he’s coming, too, spilling inside me, his cock pulsing against Kieran’s, and I feel them both, heat and warmth flooding my pussy at the same time.
And Kieran.
He buries his face in my throat and comes with a sound that isn’t a roar or a groan but something more like a sob. The cold spreads through my pussy alongside Finnian’s warmth, and Icome again, a fourth orgasm I didn’t know I had in me, just from feeling him finally, finally let go.
All three of them. Pulsing inside me. At the same time.
The bonds burn so bright I have to close my eyes.
When I open them, we’re collapsed on the moss. Tangled in a configuration of limbs that shouldn’t work but does. Orion still inside my ass, softening but not pulling out. Kieran and Finnian still inside my pussy, their cocks pressed together, neither of them willing to leave first.
No one moves.
No one speaks.
Just breathing. Just heartbeats. Just us.
Orion presses a kiss to the bite mark on my shoulder. Apologizing without words.
Finnian threads his fingers through mine and doesn’t let go.
Kieran’s frost-cold lips trace my collarbone, and he murmurs something too quiet to catch. I don’t ask him to repeat it.
Some things are meant to stay in the dark.
And that’s exactly when I realize none of them said it.
I love you.
I felt it. Through the bonds, through their bodies, through the way Finnian’s eyes went wet and Kieran’s control shattered and Orion bit me like he was trying to mark me forever.
But no one said the words.
Neither did I.
I tell myself it doesn’t matter. We just showed each other. Words are just words.
I tell myself that as my eyes drift closed.
