And then Shade culminated the act by sinking his teeth into my clit.
Words left my mouth on a wave of sensation unlike any of my existence. It took me under a cloud of incoherence, whirling me around in a catastrophic climax that shook my very soul.
I forgot how to breathe, how to speak, how to move.
I was drowning in masculinity and virility, a slave to their mouths as they swallowed my essence, leaving me boneless on the bed. Shade released me first, his tongue providing temporary relief against the tender wound. Kols was next, his lips kissing my nipple before taking the other into his mouth in a loving caress.
And finally, Zeph pulled away from my neck, his pupils dilated and filled with insatiable hunger. He kissed me, his own blood touching my tongue as he fed me his essence, replenishing my own.
Then Kols crawled up my body and repeated the action with his own mouth, his blood an intoxicating mix of power that left me groaning as he ended our kiss.
Shade finished the act, his mouth a prayer against mine as his Death Blood energy slickened my throat.
I swallowed every drop, my mind buzzing with electricity as they finished. Only to be suddenly short-circuited upon finding all three of them naked. Even Zeph.
Zakkai, however, still stood beside the bedpost, his gaze roaming over me with abundant interest. Still adequate? he asked softly.
Better than adequate, I replied, licking my suddenly dry lips.
Zeph grasped my chin to draw my gaze back to him. He studied my features for a long moment, then his lips curled. “She’s ready.”
KOLS’S EYES GLEAMED, his irises an alluring shade of bronze. I rather preferred it to the gold. It grounded him somehow, perhaps because the color made me think of earth.
Which reminded me of our mate, like she’d marked him somehow during the transition.
I stroked my finger down her sternum, all the way to the delectable apex between her thighs. Do you want her pussy, Kols? I asked, engaging our mental link—something I fully intended to abuse.
I want her, he replied. Any part of her.
Hmm, I hummed in agreement. She said she wants us to fuck her, and Shade desires her mouth. So what’ll it be, little prince? Ass or pussy?
There’s nothing little about me, he retorted, amusing me immensely. I’m also no longer a prince.
I faced him, cupping his jaw. “You’re still a prince to me,” I said out loud, dragging him to me for a kiss that had Aflora moaning in approval on the bed. She loved watching us together, and I enjoyed indulging her. I also liked kissing Kols. So it was a winning situation for us all.
He bit my lower lip, drawing blood. “I want to fuck,” he said. “Now.”
“Resurrection looks good on you,” I replied, amused by his impatience. “Go lie on the bed.”
His eyes flashed, but rather than challenge me again, he chose to comply.
“Straddle him, Aflora. Put him inside you. Slowly.”
Dick, Kols muttered into my mind.
Lie there and take it, I returned.
He more or less flipped me off with his thoughts, then groaned as Aflora did exactly as I demanded, her slick cunt taking him all the way to the hilt. “So beautiful,” I praised, admiring their position. “Don’t move.”
I’m going to kill you, Kols threatened.
“That goes for you, too, little prince,” I added out loud. “Shade?”
The Death Blood glanced at me, then went to kneel near Kols and Aflora, his palm wrapping around the back of her neck. “I’ll take this part from here,” he said, guiding her to his mouth first and kissing her soundly.
She shivered in response, goose bumps pebbling her flesh as she likely tasted her own arousal on his tongue. I grabbed the lube and squeezed some into my hand, then gave my shaft a pump while I watched the two men play with our mate.
Kols had cupped her breasts, and Shade had tightened his hold on her neck, content to kiss her for now. I respected that he didn’t want to rush her, and decided to follow suit as I climbed onto the bed behind her.