by Lexi C. Foss
“I thought it was just a human food.”
“It is, mostly. With the added nutrients Midnight Fae need to remain connected to the source. Zeph’s been ordering blood-laced food as well.”
“Not my favorite, but I need to get used to it,” he said, lifting a shoulder.
“Why?” Aflora asked.
She tried to glance back at him, but he pressed his mouth to her ear to murmur, “Because Midnight Fae with mates typically don’t feed on humans. It complicates matters, as you found out last week with your reaction to Kols feeding in the mortal realm. We’re territorial and we don’t like to share.”
“So no more drinking blood from the vein, unless it’s from your vein,” I said, closing the space between us. “And I won’t bite you again until you ask me to.” Or if I needed to suck power out of her, but I didn’t add that part, because it would be implied consent like it was the first time.
“Yes,” Zeph agreed softly. “We heard you loud and clear last week, pixie flower. No more sharing.”
“I-I didn’t say that,” she stuttered, her chest rising and falling in fast pants against mine.
“It was implied by your reaction,” I informed her. “And we did discuss exclusivity, if I remember correctly.”
“We never agreed to it,” she pointed out.
“Again, it was implied.” I drew my finger down the center of her torso, fondling the buttons of her blouse along the way. “I’ve had one hell of a night, Aflora. There’s really only one thing I want to do right now, and that’s to make you come with my mouth. May I?”
Aflora’s eyes widened. “Like, really come? Or just tease me more?”
“There will definitely be teasing involved,” I promised her, unfastening the top button of her shirt. “But it will lead to a climax that will blow your mind.”
An arrogant assessment, but that didn’t make it any less true.
The glimmer in her flaring pupils told me she knew it, too.
“Okay,” she whispered, leaning back into Zeph. “But if this turns into a dream where you leave me unfulfilled, I really will break our bonds.”
“Then I guess we’ll need to bite you again, too,” Zeph replied, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear. “Can’t risk having you force us out.”
“Please me and you won’t have to worry,” she countered, causing my lips to curl.
“Mmm, I rather like this bolder side of you,” I mused, popping another button to expose her lacy bra. “Take off your panties for us, baby. Then give them to Zeph.”
She shivered, her irises smoldering with intensity. “Yes, My Prince,” she whispered, the title going straight to my cock. Zeph had told her to call me that the other night in one of our fantasies, and hearing her use it now made me want to kiss the ever-living fuck out of her.
But instead, I focused on the next button while she lifted her skirt to take hold of the lace between her thighs. She slowly drew it down her legs. I stepped back to allow her to bend while Zeph watched from behind, his green eyes glimmering with anticipation.
Aflora pulled the soft white material over her bare feet, then straightened and held it over her shoulder for Zeph. He took them and nodded at me to finish removing her blouse.
Each button revealed more and more of her creamy skin, drawing my focus downward to admire her subtle curves and flat abdomen. She really was beautiful. It almost hurt to look at her.
Her shirt fell to the floor, leaving her in a bra and skirt, the picture of “naughty schoolgirl.” My mouth twitched at the thought of all the ways I could make that title come true, but instead I allowed Zeph to walk her backward to the bed.
“Remove your bra,” I told her. “Zeph wants it.”
I didn’t move from my spot, my hands going to my tie instead to finish unknotting the silk and remove it from my neck.
“On the bed,” Zeph said, taking over as soon as her gorgeous tits spilled into view.
She handed him her lacy bra without an ounce of nervousness and hopped up onto the mattress.
“Lie on your back and grab the bars of the headboard,” Zeph instructed her.
Aflora frowned but did as she was told. He’d slowly introduced her to his tastes over the last week, exerting his dominance at every turn. This experience would be similar, his methods mostly gentle as a result of not wanting to frighten her.
And this would be the first time he truly touched her.
To my knowledge, the two of them hadn’t even kissed yet. Because the dreams didn’t really count. They were just erotic fantasies driven by playing minds.
I walked forward to lay my tie over her abdomen as Zeph secured her wrists above her head with the lace of her panties and bra. She watched him with surprise in her gaze, then flickered her focus to the silk on her stomach, her brow pinched.
But she wasn’t entirely concerned.
No, she was equally turned on. Her nipples had stiffened to taut little peaks that begged for a man’s mouth. Goose bumps stampeded an alluring path down her arms. And her arousal sweetened the air, forcing me to inhale her aromatic scent with every breath.
She liked this.
She wanted this.
Something she confirmed by clenching her thighs and fighting a moan as Zeph drew his fingers down her arm and over her breast to the tie waiting for him near her belly button.
“We’re going to play a game, Aflora,” he informed her softly.
“What kind of game?” she asked, her voice holding a sultry quality to it that made my blood pump a little faster.
“One where you guess who is touching you,” he murmured, trailing my silk tie up her neck. “If you’re right, we’ll reward you.” The garment met her cheek. “And if you’re wrong, we’ll teach you.”
“Teach me?” she repeated, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip. “Teach me what?”
“You’ll see,” he replied, draping the fabric over her forehead, preparing to slide it down. “Now close your eyes. We’re about to begin.”
Chapter Eighteen
Aflora
My heart thumped wildly in my chest, my breathing escalating with each passing second. My mates had gone quiet after Zeph had slid the silk over my eyes. I could hear their clothes shifting, the sounds of zippers unfastening, and fabric dropping to the floor. But I didn’t know who was where or what they intended to do.
Heat warmed my insides, the intensity mounting with each inhale and subsequent exhale.
What did they plan to do?
What if they left me like this?
In my dreams, they often teased for hours and hours. They might do the same now and deny—
I jolted as a palm gently wrapped around my ankle, then slipped slowly upward, tracing my leg all the way up to my inner thigh where a single finger brushed my slit. A moan escaped my mouth, only to be swallowed by one of their mouths.
Oh…
The tickle of hair against my chin told me who this was.
Zeph.
My assumption was confirmed in the next breath as his tongue parted my lips and demanded control inside my mouth. His woodsy scent poured over me, claiming me, overpowering me, devouring me. I’d thought he was dominant in my dreams, but the reality was so much more.
His strength became mine, emboldening me and making me long to free my hands to thread my fingers through his hair.
My thighs squeezed together, drawing my focus back to the hand between them. That had to be Kols, or I’d feel the heat of Zeph’s arm across my torso, but all I could sense was his mouth on mine.
Dear Fae, he was a good kisser. He led me every step of the way, his lips a confident presence against my own, teaching and taunting and hypnotizing me with every move.
I groaned as Kols’s finger slid inside me, drawing my focus back to him.
Then someone grabbed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple and drawing a gasp from my throat.
Their hands were suddenly everywhere, confusing my senses and overwhelming my instinct
s. My veins burned with need, my lungs forgetting how to work, my throat raspy and dry.
Zeph’s lips left mine, moving downward to my breast as Kols sealed his mouth around my clit. They sucked in unison, just like in my dreams, only the scrape of teeth against my core reminded me of Zeph more than Kols, leaving me confused.
Had they switched places? Zeph’s mouth hadn’t skimmed my neck on his way to my chest; he’d left me completely but only for a brief second. Or that was how it felt before sensation overloaded my—
“Oh!” I cried out, arching off the mattress.
That was definitely Zeph between my thighs. I recognized that rasp of his beard, teasing my sensitive lips. However, Kols had left his finger inside me.
No, not one.
Two.
He scissored them back and forth, enticing me closer to the edge with each twist. I lost myself to the heat and longing induced by their touch, their intimate kisses, and their licks and bites and nibbles.
A week of sensual torment created a maelstrom in my lower abdomen, shooting flames through my veins and forcing moans to tickle my throat.
I couldn’t focus.
Forgot how to breathe.
Let go of all my thoughts and feelings and fears.
And allowed them to pull me into an oblivion that literally stole my consciousness for a brief moment, introducing me to the afterlife and beyond before pulling me back to the reality of their presence. One of them was chuckling. Zeph. The other had slipped down to feast on my arousal.
They were everywhere at once, driving me close to the edge again. “Not yet,” Zeph said, pulling back. “We need to play our game first.”
I growled in response to his idea of playing a game. I wanted to come again. Right now.
“Don’t be greedy, little mate,” he murmured, stretching out alongside me. Kols took my other side, the heat of their bodies bathing me in a lust-induced ecstasy that I longed to swim in forever.
They were naked.
I couldn’t see them, but I could feel them. Zeph’s impressive length met my hip, his cock pulsating with a desire I knew too well. He’d remained clothed in all our shared fantasies, never once allowing me to see him. And oh, how I yearned to see him now.
Then Kols pressed his groin to my opposite side, his arousal more familiar, yet not. We’d only been truly intimate once, and it hadn’t ended well.
Now I had them both.
In reality.
Naked.
And I couldn’t see either of them. Or touch them.
I must have growled again, because Zeph tsked. “None of that, Aflora. We let you come once—without my permission, mind you—so now we’ll play a game.”
I bit my lip, recalling all the times he’d demanded I ask for permission to orgasm. He had to be in control at all times, his dominance written into everything he did. And I’d broken one of his rules.
Which meant he intended to punish me for it, probably by denying more orgasms—another of his favorite activities. Or so I assumed, given everything he’d done to me over the last week.
“I’m sorry, Zeph. I forgot,” I admitted.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine in a tender kiss. “You’re forgiven, pixie flower,” he whispered, nuzzling my nose. “I loved watching you come in your dreams, but this…” He ground himself against my hip, then palmed my breast and gave it a sensual squeeze. “Mmm, this was so much sweeter and real.”
His mouth captured mine, forcing me to taste my own arousal from his tongue. I moaned, my grip on the headboard tightening as I fought the urge to rip free from the lacy bondage around my wrists. His knots were loose—something I suspected was done for my benefit—but I didn’t want to displease him by pulling away from the bonds too soon.
Something about Zeph made me want to obey him.
And so I did, kissing him as he kissed me and allowing him to guide me into the intimacy he craved.
However, I couldn’t stop the sound of protest that left my lips as he pulled away, his mouth my new favorite addiction. He chuckled in response, his teeth nipping my chin. “Don’t worry, pixie flower. I enjoy kissing you, too. But you need to answer a few questions for us first.”
“Okay,” I agreed, my cheeks warming.
Kols leaned in to kiss my neck, his lips finding my pulse as he hummed his approval against my skin. “I hope you answer correctly, sweetheart.”
“Who kissed you first tonight?” Zeph asked, beginning the game.
“You,” I answered without hesitation.
“Good girl,” he replied, leaning down to take my mouth again, this time as a reward.
Kols continued to lick a path up and down my neck while Zeph possessed me with his tongue, the combined intensity forcing me to squeeze my legs together in search of necessary friction.
“Whose fingers slid inside you first, princess?” Kols asked against my ear. “Were they mine? Or did they belong to Zeph?”
I swallowed, this one not as clear. But I felt pretty sure it was Kols. “Yours,” I said. “You touched my ankle and slid up my leg and beneath my skirt, then Zeph kissed me.”
He pressed his palm to my stomach before gliding down to repeat the action beneath my skirt, his two fingers sliding into me with ease to scissor once more, confirming I was right because it felt the same. “Who sucked your clit?” he asked. “Me or Zeph?”
“Zeph,” I whispered, recalling the way his stubble felt against my flesh.
“And who brought you to orgasm?” Zeph asked, his lips still hovering over mine.
“Both of you,” I replied on a moan as Kols hooked his fingers to stroke a spot inside me that caused stars to blink behind my eyes.
“You’re amazing at this game,” Zeph praised, his lips sliding to my ear. “Now we’re going to feed you our cocks, and you’re going to guess which one of us is inside you based on taste alone.”
Kols removed his touch from below and brought his hand to my mouth. “Suck,” he instructed, dipping his fingers into my mouth.
The wantonness of tasting myself on his skin had me groaning in approval, my heart hammering inside my chest. Then they were moving again, rearranging themselves on the bed and pulling my wrists free of the restraints.
I allowed them to guide me to where they wanted me, aware of who held me based on their scents alone. First, Kols guided me up onto my knees. Then Zeph twisted me around and urged me to bend forward until my palms met the mattress.
Neither male released me until they were sure I was steady, their palms tracking over every inch of me and lighting my skin on fire along the way. They shifted again, one of them moving behind me while the other positioned himself at my head. I recognized Kols’s spicy scent as he nudged my chin upward to the angle he preferred.
Then the head of his cock kissed my lips.
I opened for him on instinct, allowing him to enter and indulging in his familiar flavor.
Cinnamon, spice, and man.
I groaned, swallowing him as deep as my throat allowed. His fingers twined in my hair, stilling me when I started to pull back for air. He seemed to be trying to catch his breath, perhaps even not make a sound, but I already knew it was him, something I would have told him if I could.
After a beat, he allowed me to move, my nostrils flaring to inhale much-needed oxygen, but he didn’t let me pop him out of my mouth. Instead, he drove back in, his grip tightening as he forced me to take more of him.
I relaxed my throat, allowing him to drive while a hand slipped between my thighs to test my arousal. The kiss against the base of my spine told me Zeph approved of what he found.
That little gesture gave the game away, confirming what I already knew about their positions—Kols being in my mouth with Zeph behind me.
Zeph always guarded me in my dreams, his gaze ever watchful as if needing to reassure himself that I was enjoying the act. And he frequently touched me to gauge my interest in certain things, like he did now by sliding his finger through my damp folds.
It made me trust him, even when he took me outside of my comfort zone.
Kols left my lips slowly, drawing me back to him and eliciting a complaint from my throat. He caressed my cheek in response, then moved to switch places with Zeph.
I considered telling them I already knew who was where, but the velvety kiss of Zeph’s arousal against the edge of my mouth distracted me.
Oh, yes, please. I wanted to taste him. To learn his likes and dislikes. To please him. To swallow his pleasure just as he did mine.
My lips parted for him, my tongue already moving to greet him as he slid inside far gentler than I expected. I could feel the tension in him, the way he held himself back, and for some reason, that made me want to push him. To see if I could dismantle some of his control and set him free.
Because I wanted to experience him, the man behind the dominance, the one who craved me without remorse. I’d seen that male lurking in his gaze, had felt him rising in my dreams, but had yet to experience him in the flesh.
I needed to devour him, to know him, to feel him inside me.
I wanted him to come.
I hollowed my cheeks, my throat working to take him deeper, only his palm gripped the back of my neck to pull me away from him instead. Kols’s palms burned against my hips as he held me in place, the tip of Zeph’s cock whispering against my lips.
I leaned forward to lick him, only to be held back by his hand around my neck. “You already knew it was me, didn’t you, pixie flower?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Kols went first, but I wanted to taste you, so I didn’t say anything.”
He released my nape and drew his knuckles across my cheekbone in a tender manner. They both seemed keen on that little motion.
Actually, there were a lot of similarities between Zeph and Kols.
I knew they shared women, the rumors were rampant about it, but now I understood why. They worked well as a team. Even now with how Zeph gently stroked my face while Kols’s thumbs drew hypnotic patterns against my hips.
Always touching and ensuring my comfort. Minus the orgasm denial bit.
Zeph slipped his thumb beneath the makeshift blindfold, slowly guiding it upward and over my head to allow me to see.