Page 198 of Bitten By the Fae
Kols kept one hand on my hip while smoothing his other along my side to my belly and lower to the place that burned for his touch. I jolted at the first stroke of his thumb, my body far more primed than I realized.
“I want to feel you moan around my cock,” Zeph murmured, his thumb ghosting over my jaw as his opposite hand continued to drive the tempo. “Open your throat a little more, baby.” He tilted my head to a new angle, his touch coaxing me to submit.
My body bent to his will, allowing him deeper access just as Kols pressed down on my clit. I screamed at the sensation, rapture shaking my limbs and lighting my soul on fire.
“Fuck,” Zeph groaned, his movements increasing in time with Kols’s. “That feels amazing.”
“So damn tight,” Kols breathed, his grip on my hip gentle while his opposite hand continued to strum out my pleasure below. “Fucking wet, too.Shit.”
“Not yet,” Zeph breathed.
“Fuck you,” Kols bit out.
“I will do exactly that if you come before I’m ready.”
Kols convulsed behind me, his body stilling against mine. “Fuck.” He throbbed deep inside me, hitting a point that had me crying out in pain-induced pleasure. I wanted more of that.
So. Much. More.
Zeph pistoned between my lips, his green gaze capturing mine as my own eyes began to water from his harsh thrusts. I didn’t dare tell him to stop, my throat parched and ready to accept his warmth.
“Your irises are alive with power,” he whispered, his own irises flaring with wonder. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire existence.” His movements slowed, as if he were drawing out the moment, lost to the sensations of our embrace. Color flushed his cheeks, his abdominal muscles tensing. “Now, Kols.”
“Thank fuck,” Kols breathed, his hips picking up the pace and hitting me in that delicious place that made my legs go weak.
“She’s going to come again,” Zeph marveled, his voice strained.
Kols responded with his magical touch, his fingers and cock working me in tandem to draw me closer and closer to that edge of oblivion.
I felt drunk on their lust, their masculine growls, their mounting ecstasy, and their sensual knowledge. They knew exactly how to move and where to stroke me, their bodies working mine toward a realm of rapture only they had the keys to open.
Zeph groaned my name, followed by Kols, the two of them dragging me into a sea of sensation with them. Their hot essences bathed my insides, Zeph erupting down my throat at the same time Kols released deep in my channel, their joint exaltation yanking me into a world of bliss I’d never recover from.
They’d destroyed me.
Claimed me.
Made me theirs without having to bite me again.
Because I’d never be the same after this experience.
These two males had ruined me for anyone else.
No, not two.
Three.
Because I felt Shade inside me, too, his essence a shadowy kiss against my spirit. He wasn’t here, yet he was at the same time.
I sighed in contentment, my eyes flickering open only to realize I’d been moved to the center of the bed, naked and warm and fully sated. Kols’s palm rested on my belly, his opposite one propping up his head as he stared down at me.
“There you are,” he murmured, leaning down to run his tongue over my mouth. “Zeph was worried we’d already exhausted you.”
“I’m not one for incomplete promises,” Zeph added from between my splayed thighs.
My eyes widened, my legs immediately threatening to close, but he held me open with ease, his body much larger than mine. Kols eased backward to allow me to better see the view and kept his palm firmly on my abdomen as if to hold me in place.
“I promised to knock you out with my tongue, Aflora,” Zeph said softly. “I meant it.” He leaned in to kiss my mound while his gaze held mine, then his mouth slid lower, forcing my back to come up and off the bed.
