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I reward him by a sharp intake of breath.
Instantly, Aurelius starts thrusting into me faster, and Daire winds his hand into my hair, kissing me like I’m life and he’s death claiming my soul.
Caught between these two men, who fuck me wild and hard and possessing, I have never felt so loved.
Inside, I open my bond to Daire, projecting my primal pleasure.
Daire throws his head back with a howl of joy.
At the same time, both Alphas’ knots expand, locking us together.
To my amazement, golden threads burst from Aurelius, winding around my neck and Daire’s like collars that sink into our skins, before vanishing. Yet I can feel the collar, worming inside.
The golden bond.
I scream, delirious with ecstasy, pushed into the most powerful orgasm of my life, which feels like it’s happening in every part of my body at once. And it’s not stopping.
I’m coming, over and over and…
“Now,” Aurelius orders, taking back the control.
Daire’s eyes sparkle. He grips my neck and turns my head.
Then both Alphas lower their sharp teeth to my neck and bite.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Mount Primo
Freya
I sigh,cuddling down in Daire’s wings, sticky but contented. Aurelius’ arm is slung around my waist as he kisses me gently. Daire’s legs are tangled with mine. He licks over his bite on my neck, which is already almost healed.
I’m finally cool but exhausted. My heat is over.
I open my eyes, watching the metallic light of another twilight stretching toward me through themouth of the cavern.
My stomach grumbles. My mouth is dry. Has it been one night and day or two?
Uncomfortable, I shift, wanting to close my eyes again and forget everything that happened in that Carnival of Shadows.
Forget the past.
Forget my deal with Daire, Maximinus, and the red eyed Shadow Vampire King who haunts my dreams and last night slaughtered Aurelius’ friends.
Forget that Aurelius is forbidden to bond.
Forget the prophecy:Golden fated mates, an Omega and her Alpha Kings, destined to bleed.
It’s no good.
Frustrated, I take a ragged breath.
My mates and I must leave this golden paradise that we’ve created for ourselves, but I don’t want to move.
Being held between these two men feels like home now.
I snuggle down again, breathing in their intermingled scents, smoke and winter oak.
