You really are a sadist, I thought at Zeph.
He hummed in agreement, his mouth wicked and skilled and far too knowing against my sex.
Kols added to the fun, painting my breast with the remainder of the paste, and doing exactly what he vowed to do earlier—decorating my nipple and taking it into his mouth. Then his teeth sunk into my flesh as he drew my blood, his tongue licking the wound in his wake.
An inferno blazed through me, knocking out my senses and reducing me to a writhing mess of insane craving.
My two mates reveled in it, drawing me close to climax only to deny me the end result.
Beg, Zeph told me. Beg for what you need.
“Please,” I whispered. “I… I need to…” I jolted as Kols bit me again, this time on my other breast. “Oh!” I was going to die by the touch of my mates. Blow up in a source of madness and sensation. “Please let me come.” The words came out in a jumble, or they sounded distant to my ears anyway, because I was too lost to their mouths and tongues and hands to think through my words.
Zeph made a noise of approval, his teeth sinking into my delicate flesh and eliciting a guttural scream from my throat.
It hurt.
It burned.
It captivated me entirely.
Fae…It was like he’d turned me inside out, drawing the deepest of pleasure from my soul with his teeth, and yanked the blossoming flames from me with a pull of his mouth.
Blood. My blood.
I felt him swallowing in approval, his yearning for me a searing kiss to my senses.
Now, Aflora, he said, giving me the permission I sought and craved. Come for us.
I didn’t have to think, I just complied, my body trained to his will and listening to him more than me. Stars blinked into my vision, darkness overtaking my senses, as I fell head first into a consuming ocean of ecstasy.
Down, down, down, I went.
Drowning.
Blissfully surviving on pleasure alone.
Shaking and combusting and losing myself to my mates.
They owned me. My heart. My soul. My body.
But I owned them in kind, their strength rooted into my spirit and yanking me back to life in my next breath.
Zeph’s mouth captured mine. Then Kols. Then Zeph again. Their hands were everywhere, stroking me with undeniable affection and grace.
Water surrounded me in the next second, my mates having taken me to wash off in a shower.
I barely felt the warmth of the droplets, my focus on Zeph and Kols and their exploring fingers and touch.
They did this to me—took away all my worries and concerns and introduced me to a world of sensation and living unlike any other.
Shade’s mind brushed mine, his knowing thoughts driving me onward.
Zakkai was there, too, his protective energy allowing me to completely let go and just be.
I collapsed into Zeph and Kols, let them bathe me, love me, cherish me, and indulged in everything they had to give.
My mates.
My loves.
My world.