Page 103 of Witch Unbound
Tor’s hands slid up my thighs, but he didn’t push his hips up, he didn’t pull me onto his length. No, that was up to me. Bracing my hands on his abs, I slowly lowered myself onto him. My breath tangled in my lungs, desire surging up to choke me as he stretched me, filled me, oh, God.
Tor made a rumbling sound of approval, but held still, giving me the reins. This was perfect, this was how it was meant to be.
“Cora…Please…” Rune said softly.
I drew my bottom lip into my mouth, closed my eyes, and began to rock on him, the motion slight at first, teasing, tasting, but it had been too long, too fucking long, and my body was hungry for more. Desperate for it all. I tipped my head back and abandoned myself to the ride. Warmth radiated out from my groin, spilling over my thighs and spiraling up my abdomen to coalesce at my solar plexus. Tor began to move into me, harder, faster, and the threads connecting us vibrated and buzzed, growing brighter and brighter.
The beast inside me stirred and sat up.
Yes.
Yes, this was how it was meant to be.
These males were our mates. They belonged to us.
She spilled out of her shell, her essence connecting with the threads, winding around them and seeping into them.
“Cora… what…what is that?” Tor asked.
“Oh, God, it’s her,” Rune added.
I opened my eyes to infrared.
“Your eyes…” Leif said.
I was me and I was the beast, and these were my mates. Our mate bonds shone bright, solid, and silver, then power slugged me in my chest, warm and pure.
The world melted away and the scent of the forest hit me. Blades of lush grass pricked my skin and stars beamed down at me.
A vista. I’d created a vista, a place where fated mates went to connect, but how? How could this be? My thoughts shattered beneath Tor’s mouth and hands, melting beneath the sensations radiating out from my core as he moved inside me, his body kissing mine, connecting in a deep, satisfying way. I reached up to caress his jaw and my fingers grazed Leif’s stubbled cheek. His gunmetal blues were dark with carnal hunger.
“Cora. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He rolled his hips against me, hitting the spot that pushed me toward release.
“Leif, don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Rune said.
I ran my hands through his golden tresses and held them back as he dipped his head to claim my lips in open-mouth kisses.
The tempo built, heat rushing to my head as I hurtled toward the precipice.
I came with a howl. It tore from my throat, feral and pure, shooting up to the starry sky and painting it in a rainbow of colors.
“Cora?” Fingers slid through my hair, and hands smoothed down my naked back and flank.
“Hey…” I raised my head to look down at Tor, trapped beneath me.
His eyes were filled with silver flecks, pupils huge and dilated. “Tor?” I looked up at Rune and then at Leif, into their eyes, now flecked with silver too.
They stared at me in wonder.
“Cora…you claimed us,” Rune said softly. “You claimed us for real.”
* * *
We lay tangledon the bed, reveling in the potent connections that bound us. I could feel them with a thought now, sense their emotions if I wanted, but I put up a wall to stop the intrusion.
“Is this real?” Leif asked. He rubbed his breastbone with his knuckles. “It feels real.”
