Page 105 of Bitten By the Fae
It eluded me, my talents too fierce and untamed to heed any sort of order.
I whimpered, then jolted as a hand clamped onto my throat, giving it a squeeze. “We’re going to help you,” a deep voice informed me.
Zeph.
He guided me to my back, his palm squeezing when I tried to curl into myself once more. “We need you like this,” he explained, his thigh settling between mine.
Skin to skin.
I frowned.
Why am I naked?
“This had better work,” Shade said, his lips suddenly by my ear as he stretched out alongside me.
“If it doesn’t, there’s only one other alternative,” Kols replied, his mouth near my opposite ear, his warmth seeping into my side.
“Kols,” I managed to say, my throat dry as I tried to look at him, to apologize, to ask where he’d come from or how he’d arrived.
“Don’t,” he replied, his tone harsh.
Pain splintered in my chest, only to be overwhelmed by the lava pouring through my being. I could try again later. Assuming I survived this next blast of heat.
Zeph released my throat, his hand traveling down my torso to my hip as he settled between my splayed thighs.
“What are...?” Another pulsating shock of heat silenced my question, thwarting my ability to focus on anything other than the quakes rocketing my limbs.
“Now!” Kols demanded. “Before she detonates again!”
Again?I thought, wincing as something sharp pinched my neck.Shade, I recognized immediately, our bond snapping more firmly into place with his bite.
“No!” I screamed, but it was lost to the ripple of ecstasy his mouth forced through my system. I shuddered, conflicted between the inferno threatening my being and the euphoria trickling into my veins.
I gasped as Kols bit the other side of my neck, his incisors sliding deep into my vein to suck harshly at my blood.
A cry lodged in my throat, the pain mingling with pleasure as a third mouth met my breast, the kiss almost gentle. The slice of teeth followed against my tender skin, causing my back to bow off the ground.Zeph. I felt his claim, his bond lashing at my spirit and sinking literal teeth into my soul. Along with Kols.
All three of them pulled in unison, taking my blood and leaving me weak and defenseless beneath them.
And utterly powerless.
I nearly wept, my impending death the most blissful and rapturous experience of my life.
Until I realized I wasn’t dying at all, but living.
Thriving.
Balancing.
They were taking on my excess energy, drinking their fill and leaving me depleted in their wake. Creating a new equilibrium, one that allowed me to breathe again, to think, to realize the gravity of their sacrifice.
They’d all three just taken me as a mate at once.
Drinking my essence in an effort to help me create order within my powerful chaos.
And I had absolutely no idea why.
I opened my mouth to ask, but my lips were suddenly too numb to move.
