Page 100 of Tears of Gold

Groaning, I turn to Harper who sits next to me, watching. “Aren’t you going to rescue me?”

He grins. “Okay, I’ll help you.” Leaning in, he licks my closest nipple.

I swear, drawing out the word as Erritt touches the pearl hidden between the soft folds of my pussy. Wanting to hang on to Harper’s neck, I tug my hands. Skye grips tighter, and a flood of exhilaration washes through me. I’m totally trapped. I fight Skye harder but only to feel just how strongly I’m held.

I love it, knowing I’m helpless but completely safe with my three guys. My body arches of its own accord as Harper takes a lot of my tender breast into his mouth until I writhe like a serpent.

“Okay?” Harper whispers.

“Yeah,” I say, breathing hard. Bless him for checking.

Erritt tilts my hips, and I open wide for him as he rides his shaft into me. Gripping my legs, he runs long fingers across my thighs. Moans spill from my throat. It feels like every inch of me is being aroused and loved at the same time. Three naked male bodies surround me, closing me in this beautiful sacred space of muscle and worshipping my body. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

My electrons misfire, sparking a chain reaction that brings me to the edge of throbbing explosion. Harper runs one hand down my aching belly and rubs my clitoris, sparking new fire in my belly. I look down and see his hand brushing Erritt’s groin, but he seems oblivious, his eyes locked on my face, savoring every one of my breathless whimpers.

My men are so comfortable with each other, steaming joy floods through me. I was afraid this might end up awkward, but Harper hasn’t missed a single beat.

A crescendo bursts from me, and I shake as wave after wave of earth-shattering bliss rolls through me. I love these three guys so much it feels like it might tear me apart. I embrace the power of the feeling, throwing my head back and crying out. This is the best week of my life.

∞∞∞

The long, thick silver coils of Skye in his draconian form settle in front of me, bigger than I’ve ever seen him. I smile and reach for him. “Hello, beloved!”

Skye smiles and licks me, his giant tongue sweeping me from head to toe. His soggy touch fills me with prickling energy I’ve never felt before.

His low rumble thrills my soul. “Ava, my treasure.”

I startle awake, panting and drenched in sweat. My body tingles as if the pulsing dream energy was real. Blinking, I find myself staring into Skye’s deep brown eyes an inch from mine. My lips feel wet and swollen. Were we just kissing in our sleep? He reaches out to stroke my cheek.

“You okay?” he whispers

“Yeah, I was dreaming.”

He brightens. “Of me?”

“Yes, actually.” I wince as I feel an ache building in my gut, accompanied by a stinging pain in my chest. Shit, already? I wriggle and find my legs feel sticky. I groan. Such lousy timing.

“I’m guessing that’s your normal human cycle, but I wanted to be sure we hadn’t hurt you?”

I frown at Skye a moment before I remember that he can smell everything. Heat burns in my cheeks, and I nod. “I’ve been expecting it. Cursed timing!”

“Want me to help you wash up outside? It’ll be a bit cold at the creek.”

I stare at him. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“Nothing about you bothers me, Ava.” His genuine smile warms me all the way to my toes. I remember my brother being freaked out by having to buy tampons for me once, and the guys at school would sometimes refer to girls being ‘on the rag’ with disgust in their voice. Not this guy. Not even my heart condition bothers them.

I run my fingertips across the lines of Skye’s jaw and murmur, “How did I get to be so lucky?”

“You just have the good sense to date non-humans,” he says with a grin. “Kissing’s okay, right?”

I lean in and meet his lips in answer, fighting off an ache in my chest that cramps my breathing. After a long kiss, Skye helps me outside to wash down behind the cabin and rinse my clothes. It’s so much better than sponge baths from nurses while curled up on a hospital bed in agony, and I have to wonder how I’ve managed three months in a row without heart failure or debilitating pain.

When I first arrived on Exerin-Mi, I thought the lack of modern medicine was a death sentence, but maybe something about this planet or the exposure to qi is good for me. I glance at Skye, considering the possibility being happy is soothing what the academy’s medic calls my ‘discordant soul’. I smother a chuckle, Now I’m really stretching believability, but it’s a nice thoughts.

When we come back inside, I find Harper sitting up in the bed. He’s thrown back the blanket and found my blood on the sheet. Damn my heavy bleeds! I can’t meet his concerned gaze.

Skye drapes himself over my shoulders. “What a pity, rogue! Now you can’t have sex with Ava for four weeks.”