I wasdrunk on my mates.
Kols kept kissing me, his touch soft and knowing.
Shade licked me, nibbled me, explored me with his hands.
One of them was between my legs, feasting on my needy flesh. The other was in my mouth, his cock hard but not demanding.
We kept switching positions.
Our limbs everywhere. Our mouths dueling. Our bodies gliding, roaming, owning each other.
I lost myself to the sensations, drowned in their combined passion, and gasped when I found them kissing each other. They were just as lost to the connections as me, their tongues mastering each other before sinking their teeth into each other’s necks.
I groaned, the image so erotic and beautiful and intoxicating.
Then Shade took my mouth again, Kols’s blood lingering in our kiss. My Elite Blood mate kissed a path down the center of my body to lick me to completion again. I moaned their names, lost to the oblivion they created.
I watched as Kols went down on Shade, his mouth wicked and perfect and bringing the other man to climax after a few knowing pulls.
It all felt like a dream, a fantasy come to life, but the bite marks and bonds confirmed the reality of our intimacy. I felt Zeph and Zakkai in my head, their contentment palpable.
All my mates had bonded in some way, respecting our dynamic and completing our circle in a manner I didn’t realize we needed.
Kols slid inside me, his cock thick and pulsing with need. He hadn’t come yet. But Shade had orgasmed twice. The first time had been in my mouth. The second time between Kols’s lips. And now the Elite Blood—who tasted like my Shade—wanted to come.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, encouraging him to drive into me.
But he kept his pace slow. Loving. Tender.
I groaned, lifting my hips into him, demanding more.
However, his pace never wavered. He kissed me lazily while Shade nibbled at his shoulder. Then Kols guided Shade to my mouth, forcing our tongues to dance while he continued to slide in and out of me. Slow. Purposeful. Strokes.
It was the antidote I needed after a long few weeks of training.
The tenderness I didn’t realize I craved.
One of their thumbs—I thought it might be Shade—found my center, drawing out more pleasure from me. I clamped down around Kols, my ecstasy too great to hold back, and forced him to join me.
He never increased his pace, maintaining those thorough thrusts.
And after he finished, Shade licked me clean.
The two men had never indulged in each other this way, and I could feel their increasing interest through every intimate move. Shade kissed Kols once more, sharing the taste from our lovemaking, and groaned when Kols sucked his tongue clean.
Then they both looked down at me and kissed me at the same time.
It was erotic.
Hot.
Beautiful.
A fantasy I never anticipated.
And I lost myself to them all over again, allowing them to worship me and each other for hours. They kissed away my bruises, renewed me with fresh blood, and ensured I was physically perfect before finally lulling me into a dreamland.
I relaxed, more replete than I’d felt for a very long time.