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He pushes me to the edge before I can even take it all in, and I’m curling my fingers into the sheets as my body spasms around his tongue.

I wanted him inside me, but we haven’t had sex. We can’t have sex.

I don’t know why we can’t. I just know deep in my bones that it’s dangerous.

All we can do is this.

Over.

And over.

Until my wicked dreams become a nightmare all in themselves because he’ll never give me what I really need.

Him.

“You’re remembering,” he whispers against my sensitive flesh as tears stream down my cheeks.

Why am I crying?

It must be a release of the overwhelming arousal, but my eyes widen when he notches himself at my entrance.

I glance down, stunned as he strokes himself.

“I’ll give you what I safely can,” he says as he watches me and continues to punish his cock. He presses in an inch, just enough to make me squirm. I try to push down onto him, to damn all the consequences I can’t remember and claim him properly.

But he doesn’t let me. He pins my hip down as he strokes himself harder with his other hand. I’m helpless as his cock throbs, then his cum is gushing inside me. He pulls out and rolls his swollen head over my clit as he continues to come, shooting white ropes over my abdomen.

I wouldn’t have found it appealing in a less aroused state, but I’m wiping his essence all over my skin, attempting to keep as much of it as I can so that my body absorbs it, takes it all in, and makes it a part of me.

I’m pleased as he thrusts his throbbing cock over my slit, coating himself with my wetness. He grinds against me until I peak and gush all over him, my body tensing with a powerful orgasm.

When it fades, that’s when the shock hits. My body quivers as my stomach drops, and Arwan curses, then covers me with the sheets and wraps me up. He quickly rebuttons his pants, although he doesn’t seem to be containing himself with the fabric. It bulges around him, as if even coming all over me wasn’t enough to temper his stiffness.

Because, maybe, it wasn’t enough. Not if he’s feeling what I am, anyway.

“Shh,” Arwan says, “this happens when we go too far. I’m sorry. I just can’t say no when you pout at me like that.”

My head spins, both with satisfaction and panic, as he nestles into my back and holds me to his chest.

Arwan is cuddling me on a bed after coming inside me and on me, then making me come all over his cock.

When had we grown so intimate to do stuff like that?

My teeth chatter as I try to speak. “W-why is this happening?”

“Because we have almost completed the mate bond a hundred times over,” he whispers into my ear. “If I fuck you, then I will bite you, and we’ll solidify a triad that might destroy all of us without proper management.”

A triad?

I think back to the mate bonds I began with Godric and Ze’ev. I don’t know if both of those have been completed, but if not, they’re well on their way.

Godric had told me he was glad I had rejected his bond. So, perhaps it was reversible, to an extent.

But maybe not with Arwan.

“Can I not handle three of you?” I wonder.

He chuckles into my ear and wraps his arms around me, hugging me closer to him until I feel like we’re going to meld into one being. “On the contrary. I think you would look very pretty with my cock in your mouth, Godric taking your pussy, and Ze’ev taking your ass.”