“How about we move her to the bed?” Shade suggested. He stood beside it with the bottle in his hand, just like Zeph had requested.
Well, demanded.
I like control, too, Zakkai informed me softly. Think you can handle two alpha males in your life, sweet star?
Pretty sure I’m surrounded by four, I replied as Zeph lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed.
“Kols. Strip,” he said as he set me on the mattress.
“Make me,” Kols replied, a challenge in his tone that had me squeezing my thighs together. He’d stood up, his regal posture a sight to behold after he’d been so near death. Yet somehow he appeared even more royal now with his ash-tipped hair and bronzed irises.
He resembled a conqueror. Conqueror of Death, I mused, liking the new title.
“You want me to make you?” Zeph arched a dark brow, turning toward Kols as he removed his own jacket, laying it beside me on the bed. “Yeah, I’ll make you,” he decided out loud, walking up to him and grabbing him by the throat. He captured Kols’s mouth in a kiss meant to bruise, making me moan on the bed at the erotic sight.
I loved watching them together. It was so hot. All that battling masculinity and dominance. It had me longing to be in the center, which I sensed was the plan.
But there was also an underlying emotion to Zeph’s movements, his touch harsh yet gentle. Demanding yet reverent.
He’s alive, Zeph whispered to me.
I know.
You brought him back.
We brought him back, I corrected. Now strip him for me. I want to fuck.
Zeph released Kols on a laugh and glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, do say that out loud, Aflora. You know how much I love that mouth.”
“Strip him for me so we can fuck,” I reiterated.
Kols’s burnt irises met mine, his pupils flaring at the statement. “I’m biting you again.”
“Good,” I replied. “I’ll bite you again, too.” Because imbibing their blood had been oddly invigorating, something I never could have anticipated.
“I’m tasting her first,” Shade said, kneeling on the bed. He’d removed his jacket and tie, leaving him in just his dress shirt and pants, his icy blue eyes filled with intent. “Spread your legs for me, little rose.”
I shivered but did as he asked.
He pressed a kiss to my lips, then shifted to lie on the bed between my thighs. His tongue licked my seam, drawing all the way up to circle my clit.
I groaned in response, my body on fire from that mere touch alone.
Fuck, you’re beautiful, Zakkai whispered into my mind.
I looked for him and found him leaning against the bedpost at the foot of the bed, his arms folded as he admired the view. He still wore his suit jacket—no tie—his silver-blue gaze brimming with lust. I wanted to reach for him, to tug him down to me with a fistful of that long white hair, but Kols’s mouth was suddenly on mine, his palm squeezing my breast.
I thought I lost you, I said through our link, speaking into his mind for the first time. I was broken without you, Kols.
I’m here, he replied. I’m here because of you. Because of Shade. Zeph. Even Zakkai. And I’ve never felt more alive. He deepened our kiss, his tongue whispering a benediction against mine.
Shade’s incisors skimmed my clit, drawing me back to him, and I cried out in response. You’re going to need to learn how to pay attention to all of us, little rose. We’re very demanding mates.
I know, I moaned, reaching down to grab his head while wrapping my other palm around Kols’s neck. You guys are killing me.
Then I heard the cap on the lube pop open. “Here,” Zeph said, handing it to Shade. “Prepare her.”
Do you enjoy anal, sweet star? Zakkai asked. Or is Zeph just fond of it?