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Tavion matched Zor’s thrusts, hips swiveling, fingers digging into my thighs so deeply they’d leave bruises, and I wanted this. I wanted their marks. I wanted to look at my body tomorrow and know I belonged to them like they belonged to me, and then everything got snarled together in the slide of hard cocks working in and out of my body in long, deep, velvety slides.

Tavion’s arm wrapped around my lower back, tilting my hips down and forward, which only gave him better access to fuck up into me. “It’s Raz’s turn to make you feel good. Is that what you want?” I nodded, my tongue teasing the edge of Zor’s crown, pulling hungry little grunts out of him that I couldn’t get enough of.

Raziel’s lips closed over the back of my neck, his fingers dragging moisture up between my arse cheeks, swirling and prodding, one finger sliding in to the knuckle. I groaned around Zor, fucking groaned, the invasion tipping me over the edge as my orgasm broke free—the explosion rippling through my womb, quaking through my flesh like thunder.

“Fucking gods.” Beneath me, Tavion’s eyes rolled back as he drove himself up into me and Raz added another finger, sending a fresh burst of electricity straight through me. My orgasm rolled on and on, like a tidal wave that wouldn’t stop.

Another finger, more of Zor’s thunder-clove taste in my mouth, Tavion pistoning relentlessly up into me, and I tumbled over and over, wondering if this would ever stop, praying that it wouldn’t. Wishing I could stay up here, soaring on this magical high forever.

Then the tip of Raz’s cock pressed against my tight hole, pushing in with that pinch of pain that made my nerve endings sing, and sliding in deeper and deeper until I was stuffed full. All three of them, I thought with a flush of pride.

All my males.

Not quite all, a little voice whispered, but then they began to move, finding a rhythm, clumsy at first, then just right, flesh sliding into me harder and deeper, another orgasm burning like wildfire right on the heels of the first, chasing me down like a rabbit.

I couldn’t escape. This was meant to be.

All this pleasure. All this love. All of this…I imploded like a star in the galaxy, breath sawing in and out of my lungs, sweat dripping down my back as Raz slipped and slid against me, stretching me, filling me, him and Tavion moving together.

“Fuck, Anaria. Fuck.” Zor cupped my chin before he spilled down my throat in hot, salty spurts, and I drank him down, tasting power and pleasure and vulnerability all wrapped into one, and then Raz was chanting my name, shuddering against me, his lips pressed to my shoulder.

Zor slid out of my mouth, a dazed, happy look on his face, and I licked my lips, picking up every last drop of him. Raz was crushed against my back, panting, running his lips over me like he couldn’t touch me enough.

I reached down, linking my hands with Tavion.

“Tavion. Take your pleasure, my love.” He blinked up at me with those sea green eyes, all Tavion, my husband, my wolf, my trusted friend, and I closed my eyes and smiled as he shuddered and shuddered and gave me everything.

70

TRISTAN

In the end, I couldn’t join them.

Hours later, in the dark, I still wasn’t sure why.

I’d been there, at the glen, watching.

Gods, had I been watching.

Anaria, a beautiful, perfect goddess, laid out on a bed of moss like a carnal offering, her pale skin glowing in the shifting sunlight, her breasts perfect, her pussy…I threw my head back and breathed through my nose, reaching down to arrange myself in my trousers.

Watching them pleasure her, watching every kiss and vicious thrust feed Anaria’s needy whimpers went straight to my cock, straight to my heart, cracking the worthless thing into pieces.

Maybe that was what held me back.

Getting my heart broken.

Or sharing her.

Then again, I’d jacked myself off three times already and still didn’t feel settled enough to go back to the city and face them. The things they did, the way she’d taken Zor’s cock in her pretty pink mouth, the way Raz had taken her from behind while she was riding Tavion…I blew out a shuddering breath.

After six hundred years, I was no blushing virgin, but I’d never even imagined sex could be so…complicated. So fucking erotic. I could still smell her sweet jasmine scent drenching every leaf and tree, saturating the flowers and the water and the rocks.

Anaria had forged this place from magic and willpower.

This forest was her temple.

And I wanted to worship at her feet.

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