by Lexi C. Foss
I blinked a few times, my eyes unadjusted to the light.
He pressed his palm to my cheek when I swayed a little, his strength providing me with the stability I needed to find my bearings once more. Meanwhile, Kols’s thumbs continued that delirious pattern against my skin, the heat of his groin a firm presence at my backside and exciting my nerves.
I wanted them both inside me.
Now.
I looked up at Zeph, my lips parting on a demand. Only, whatever I’d been about to say died in my throat, my gaze hypnotized by the marvelous display of muscles and sinewy skin before me.
Oh, Fae… Removing the blindfold had been a really bad idea. I couldn’t think, let alone speak.
Because wow.
Zeph was all man, every inch of him perfectly proportioned and sculpted from stone.
No wonder he could move so fast. He was solid muscle in warrior form. I felt small in comparison, almost inadequate, but equally intrigued.
What would he feel like inside me?
He drew his thumb over my bottom lip, which served as a notification that I was gaping at him with my mouth open. Not my proudest moment, but I was beyond caring at this point.
“I want to properly taste you,” I told him. He’d barely been in my mouth at all.
“Do you?” he mused, his fingers gliding back into my hair to knock the blindfold the rest of the way off and onto the bed beside us. His gaze left mine to focus on Kols behind me. “She played our game very well. I think she deserves a reward.”
Chapter Nineteen
Aflora
“I agree,” Kols said, one of his palms moving to smooth over my back. “What did you have in mind?”
“A choice,” he replied.
“Yeah?” He paused to consider, his finger gliding down my spine to rest at the bottom. “Hmm, yes. Give her the options, let her decide which way to go.”
I shivered, intrigued by whatever they weren’t saying out loud.
Kols’s touch returned to my hips as he pulled me back to sit on my heels, his arms wrapping around me from behind in a cocoon of comforting warmth. Zeph reached forward to widen my legs, his gaze dropping to my core before slowly tracing up my torso to my breasts and eventually to my face.
My palms rested on my thighs in a natural position, something he seemed to approve of.
“She’s perfect,” he marveled.
“Yes,” Kols murmured, his lips going to my neck to trail kisses up to my ear. “Gorgeous, too.”
“A bit stubborn,” Zeph added.
“Mmm, true, but also regal and intelligent and loyal,” Kols whispered.
“And ours,” Zeph said, his palm finding my cheek again as he leaned down to kiss me. “Fuck, I love your mouth, Aflora.”
He didn’t give me a chance to reply, his tongue dueling with mine in the next breath as he lost a fraction of his steadfast control. I reveled in it, excited that I held this mystical power over him, if only for a brief moment.
And then he snapped back, his green eyes blazing with lustful fire.
“You have two options,” he said, finally addressing me again.
I would have commented on their penchant for talking about me like I wasn’t in the room, but a darker part of me had enjoyed that a little. Almost like they’d provided me with a voyeuristic glimpse into their minds and what they truly thought about me.
“The first option is for you to stay just like this while Kols and I jack off onto your pretty pussy. Then Kols will lick you clean afterward and make you come until you can’t speak anymore.”
My heart kick-started at the visual his crass words created in my mind, and a fresh surge of warmth tickled the sensitive space between my thighs. Yes. Yes, I want that.
“Or,” he continued, his gaze twinkling with dark secrets, “you can suck me off while Kols fucks you, then I’ll go down on you and make you come so hard you’ll lose consciousness for the night.”
I stopped breathing.
The second option.
Definitely the second option.
He arched a brow. “Aflora?” he prompted, clearly unable to read my mind.
“Second,” I managed to force out, my throat suddenly dry.
“Full sentences, pixie flower. Tell me what you want, or I’ll decide for you.”
Kols tugged on my earlobe before whispering, “Zeph has a thing for communication. Tell him explicitly what you want, and he’ll give it to you.”
Which meant I had to repeat the option I desired. Out loud. My legs clenched, the urge to touch myself hitting me hard in the chest. Need. So much need.
All driven by my mates teasing for nights on end.
And now I had the ability to soothe some of that aching fire. I just had to speak.
Zeph didn’t push, his expression patient as he waited for me to gather my courage. I peeked down at his impressive length before allowing myself another thorough perusal of his sexy form.
Mine.
All mine.
I cleared my throat and met his smoldering gaze, my pulse pounding in my ears. “The second option,” I said, my voice husky and nearly unrecognizable. “I want Kols to fuck me while I suck you off, then I want you to lick me clean.”
His nostrils flared at hearing his words repeated back to him, and Kols’s arms tensed, his breath shuddering out against my ear.
“I love hearing you say the word fuck,” Kols admitted softly. “So damn hot.”
“Get back on all fours,” Zeph said, his dominance taking over once more.
Kols kissed my neck before helping me into the position. I trembled with need, my thighs quivering as he parted them to accommodate his larger form. The heat of his groin seared my insides as he aligned himself with my entrance, his hands smoothing down my sides.
I only had a second to ready myself before Zeph grabbed my jaw and drew my focus forward to the precum lingering on his tip in welcome invitation. “Lick,” he ordered. Not that he needed to. I was already moving forward to taste him.
The second his essence met my tongue, I groaned, yearning for more, and took him into my mouth with an eagerness I didn’t know I possessed.
Kols pushed inside me at the same time, his girth stretching me and forcing me to accept him as he slid home in a single thrust.
Zeph seemed to like the idea, because he replicated it in my mouth, forcing himself deeper than before and giving me my first real introduction to his strength and preferences.
I’d been right about him going easy on me before, and I suspected this was still his version of gentle, but his fingers knotted in my hair to guide me into his preferred rhythm. Kols must have known, because he matched the pace between my legs, both of them going long and deep and thorough, their groans aphrodisiacs to my senses.
“Make her come,” Zeph demanded, his voice deeper and causing my thighs to spasm.
Kols kept one hand on my hip while smoothing his other along my side to my belly and lower to the place that burned for his touch. I jolted at the first stroke of his thumb, my body far more primed than I realized.
“I want to feel you moan around my cock,” Zeph murmured, his thumb ghosting over my jaw as his opposite hand continued to drive the tempo. “Open your throat a little more, baby.” He tilted my head to a new angle, his touch coaxing me to submit.
My body bent to his will, allowing him deeper access just as Kols pressed down on my clit. I screamed at the sensation, rapture shaking my limbs and lighting my soul on fire.
“Fuck,” Zeph groaned, his movements increasing in time with Kols’s. “That feels amazing.”
“So damn tight,” Kols breathed, his grip on my hip gentle while his opposite hand continued to strum out my pleasure below. “Fucking wet, too. Shit.”
“Not yet,” Zeph breathed.
“Fuck you,” Kols bit out.
“I will do exactly that if you come before I’m ready.”
Kols convulsed behind me, his body stilling against mine. “Fuck.” He throbbed deep
inside me, hitting a point that had me crying out in pain-induced pleasure. I wanted more of that.
So. Much. More.
Zeph pistoned between my lips, his green gaze capturing mine as my own eyes began to water from his harsh thrusts. I didn’t dare tell him to stop, my throat parched and ready to accept his warmth.
“Your irises are alive with power,” he whispered, his own irises flaring with wonder. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire existence.” His movements slowed, as if he were drawing out the moment, lost to the sensations of our embrace. Color flushed his cheeks, his abdominal muscles tensing. “Now, Kols.”
“Thank fuck,” Kols breathed, his hips picking up the pace and hitting me in that delicious place that made my legs go weak.
“She’s going to come again,” Zeph marveled, his voice strained.
Kols responded with his magical touch, his fingers and cock working me in tandem to draw me closer and closer to that edge of oblivion.
I felt drunk on their lust, their masculine growls, their mounting ecstasy, and their sensual knowledge. They knew exactly how to move and where to stroke me, their bodies working mine toward a realm of rapture only they had the keys to open.
Zeph groaned my name, followed by Kols, the two of them dragging me into a sea of sensation with them. Their hot essences bathed my insides, Zeph erupting down my throat at the same time Kols released deep in my channel, their joint exaltation yanking me into a world of bliss I’d never recover from.
They’d destroyed me.
Claimed me.
Made me theirs without having to bite me again.
Because I’d never be the same after this experience.
These two males had ruined me for anyone else.
No, not two.
Three.
Because I felt Shade inside me, too, his essence a shadowy kiss against my spirit. He wasn’t here, yet he was at the same time.
I sighed in contentment, my eyes flickering open only to realize I’d been moved to the center of the bed, naked and warm and fully sated. Kols’s palm rested on my belly, his opposite one propping up his head as he stared down at me.
“There you are,” he murmured, leaning down to run his tongue over my mouth. “Zeph was worried we’d already exhausted you.”
“I’m not one for incomplete promises,” Zeph added from between my splayed thighs.
My eyes widened, my legs immediately threatening to close, but he held me open with ease, his body much larger than mine. Kols eased backward to allow me to better see the view and kept his palm firmly on my abdomen as if to hold me in place.
“I promised to knock you out with my tongue, Aflora,” Zeph said softly. “I meant it.” He leaned in to kiss my mound while his gaze held mine, then his mouth slid lower, forcing my back to come up and off the bed.
Kols pushed me back down, his chuckle a breath against my ear. “You’re the one who wanted orgasms, love,” he whispered, then drew his lips down to my throat and lower to my breasts.
“I can’t… I’m not… Oh, Fae…” I couldn’t form a single thought, let alone speak. The two of them were driving me insane, their mouths everywhere at once, their tongues wicked instruments of torture that they knew how to use all too well.
And before I knew it, I was flying once more, utterly captivated by them both and falling into an oblivion of insanity underlined with rapturous quakes.
My body hummed.
I screamed.
Their names resembled curses and prayers as they left my mouth.
Darkness consumed me, followed by light, and still I trembled, my world shattering over and over again. I lost track, unsure of who touched me where. All I knew was that I felt owned by them both.
And Shade, whose presence lingered in my mind.
What am I going to do? I wondered, overwhelmed.
A firm lick between my folds drew my attention downward, a plea on my lips for him to stop and grant me a reprieve. Only, the head between my thighs wasn’t the one I anticipated.
Long white-blond hair.
Sinful silver-blue eyes.
I jolted, scooting backward until I hit the headboard of an unknown bed behind me, then brought my knees upward to my chest. Kols and Zeph were gone, and the sheets were a silky black very unlike the dark red ones I’d been in moments before.
“What are you doing here?” I breathed, gaping at the figment of my imagination.
“You called for me,” he replied, prowling forward like a predatory cat, his upper body fitted muscular perfection. He even had those little muscles by his hips. I knew because I’d created them in my dreams. Just as I’d ensured he was well-endowed to round out the package. Yet tonight he wore black pants.
I cocked my head to the side. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because I don’t need pleasure right now.” I frowned. “And… well, it’s sort of wrong, I think. I mean, it wasn’t before because my mates were being dicks. But now…” I trailed off, thinking. “It sort of feels like cheating.”
His lips curled, amusement shining in his hypnotic gaze. “Cheating, hmm?”
I nodded. “I created you to avoid them.”
“Did you?” He paused right before me on the bed, his chest pressing against my shins as he planted his palms on either side of my hips.
So big, I marveled. Even more muscular than Zeph, his shoulders broad and taking up my view of the room. “You shouldn’t be here,” I repeated on a whisper.
“Probably not,” he agreed.
My brow furrowed. “So why are you here?”
“You tell me, little star.” His voice dropped to a dark whisper that teased my senses. “Why do you think I’m here?”
“Because I’ve dreamt of you every day this week,” I thought out loud. “So it was only natural to call you to me again.”
“Definitely natural,” he agreed, his face a few inches away from mine. “Did you think of me when they made you come?”
I shook my head and bit my lips. “No.” But now I felt like I should have, which was ridiculous considering I made this guy up for my own personal satisfaction.
He didn’t appear disappointed, just curious. “Did they bite you again?”
Shouldn’t a figment of my own imagination already know the answer to that? “No.”
Now he seemed pleased. “Good.”
Odd. “You don’t want them to bite me?”
“Not particularly, no,” he admitted. “Do you want them to bite you?”
His words gave me pause. Is this my subconscious’s way of telling me I don’t want them to mate me? I wondered, the thought making me uneasy. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered. “Do I?”
“That’s not for me to tell you,” he replied, easing backward just a bit before moving to sit beside me with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles.
He reminded me of sex. Dangerous, hot, sweaty sex. Not that we’d indulged in any of that in my fantasies. It’d always been him pleasing me, never the other way around.
Hence, fantasy.
I glanced at him. “Why are you here?”
“You already asked me that,” he replied, amused.
“You never answered me.”
“No, I didn’t.” He smiled. “Then again, I rarely do.”
“Because it’s all in my head,” I muttered, understanding. “Are you supposed to be my conscious? Because that’d be kind of weird.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I’m not sure what it would say about my mental state if, uh…” I shook my head, the consideration making me dizzy. “Never mind. You’re just too attractive to be my mind.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I find your mind rather fascinating,” he replied.
“You would say that as a figment of my imagination,” I drawled back at him.
He chuckled. “And is that what I am?”
“What else could you be?”
“Maybe I’m
one of your mates,” he suggested.
I giggled. “Oh, what fun that would be. Zeph would just love you. Kols, too.” They already wanted to kill Shade. Why not add Fantasy Guy to the mix? I giggled again. “That’d be entertaining.”
“Wouldn’t it?” He smiled, a pair of dimples appearing at the edges that made me giddy. He really was an attractive figment.
“I suppose you can stay around, but no more, uh”—I waved to my naked body—“no more of this. No more sex.”
His silver-blue eyes lazily ran over my nudity, his palm reaching out to push my knees away to reveal my breasts to his view. “What if I want sex?”
“That can’t happen.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s cheating,” I decided out loud. “I… I don’t want to be unfaithful, even if it’s just in my mind.”
“What if it’s me you are cheating on?” he asked, arching an ash-blond brow.
I snorted. “Cheating on my own mind. There’s a riddle for you.”
“Maybe it’s true.”
“You know it’s not,” I replied, amused. “I can’t cheat on someone who isn’t real.”
“Then, by that definition, playing with me isn’t cheating at all. Since you don’t see me as real.”
I considered that for a moment before saying, “No sex.”
His lips curled again. “All right, little star. We’ll play by your rules. For now.” He reached for me and leaned in to kiss my forehead, his touch warm and tender and kind of perfect.
A sigh escaped me, something about his presence familiar and calming.
Maybe that was the real reason I called him to me—I needed some normalcy after being destroyed so completely by my mates.
Funny that a figment could make me feel normal.
“Sweet dreams, darling star,” he whispered against my ear.
“Sweet dreams,” I mumbled back to him, falling back into my delirious state.
An oceanic kiss met my senses, drowning me in a sea of bliss.
One that reminded me of my childhood and a memory just out of my reach.
Then, finally, I slept.
Chapter Twenty