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Jace drives his cock deeper. Faster. His hips slam into mine without mercy. It feels like every thrust is sharp, harder, and more demanding than the last. His fingers tighten against my skin until I can feel his nails. Almost like talons that bruise my flesh, threatening to break it.
“You’ll scream my name like you screamed his,” Jace commands. “Then you’ll scream for me to breed your tight cunt. You fucking begged for this, leaving your scent all over The Tangle. We bled for you. Protected you.” He grabs my hand and presses it to his ribs, where a healing wound still radiates with a faint red shimmer. “A Minotaur did this. Do you think you would have survived those horns if I hadn’t stopped them?”
“No!” I cry out, the pressure building inside me again. I’m exhausted, but it isn’t over yet. And now I need more. “More, Jace! Oh, I can’t take it, but I need it!”
“You’ll take it,” Gideon says, speaking up for the first time since he climbed off me. “And as soon as he’s done, you’ll be ready for me again.”
I shake my head, but it’s not denial. It’s confusion. Disbelief. I’m on fire and barely able to comprehend there being more after this. After they’ve both claimed me as theirs.
“I’ll try to restrain myself until he’s done,” Jace snarls. “Or maybe I won’t.”
Jace slams into me, his hips unrestrained as they pound his incredible length into my depths. No longer untouched. Already marked with Gideon’s seed, and begging for Jace’s.
“We’ll ruin you, if that’s what it takes to breed you,” Jace threatens. “And don’t pretend you don’t want it. I feel your tight pussy begging for more. You can’t take it, but you need it? You don’t even know what you need.”
Jace keeps fucking me, every thrust sending euphoria through my body. It’s so hard and fast the pain blends with the pleasure until something beautiful happens. I don’t break, I simply shatter. Into pieces that Jace pulls back together, because he’s not done with me yet.
He grabs my hair and yanks it hard enough to bend my spine. His mouth finds my neck, teeth sinking into my flesh. It’s not hard enough to leave a permanent mark, but it makes me cry out.
“Jace!” I scream, then my body succumbs to the pleasure.
Jace’s teeth gnash at my skin, then he pulls back and buries his cock as deep as he can go. “I’ve waited two fucking centuries to feel this again. You’re the one, Calla! You’re our mate!”
I scream again as the climax consumes me. Hard, blinding pleasure that makes me teeter so close to the edge of consciousness I can see The Aether’s haze. Then I get snappedback to reality by a guttural roar and Jace’s throbbing cock. After seeing Gideon’s wolf rise to the surface, I’m surprised Jace doesn’t completely shift, but the man perseveres—or whatever is left of him.
I come again and again. Every pulse of Jace’s seed sending me further down a spiral I know I’ll never come back from. I can’t keep my eyes open. They’re forced shut and my hips rock into Jace until we’re both spent. When my lids finally part, the purple flicker in Jace’s eyes is gone. There is simply calm. A calm that would be peaceful if he wasn’t still twitching inside me and teasing frayed nerves.
“You’re everything, Calla,” Jace murmurs, gently kissing my lips before he pulls out of me.
I’m exhausted. It feels like there’s nothing left. I’m in a pleasure-soaked daze.
And then, gently, Jace rolls me over, positioning me on shaking knees.
It’s Gideon’s turn.
Again.
CHAPTER 15
Calla
Gideon and Jace take turns. Claiming. Marking. Leaving me ravaged.
It’s quiet in the bunker when they’re finally spent. Truly spent. To the point they slump against the pelts and sleep.
I’m in Gideon’s arms. Jace’s hand is still on my hip, a light, possessive grip lingering. Their seed is leaking out of me, mixing with the nectar from so many orgasms I lost count before they started taking me from behind.
But even with limbs too numb for me to move, I don’t sleep. I listen to their breathing. Feel the heat radiating from their skin. I’m resting, but still conscious. Still able to feel the pulse of the bracelet in rhythm with mine.
Then the haze comes for me.
I don’t fight it. I’m not sure I would have the strength to fight it, even if I wanted to. I let myself sink into The Aether like it’s an old friend, welcoming me back.
But everything looks different this time. The sun is bright in a clear blue sky. There are no clouds, no storms, just peaceful tranquility. The grass beneath my feet is different from The Tangle. It’s soft and mossy. The trees don’t look scary. Their leaves seem more vibrant, greener than I’ve ever seen before.
There’s no city in the distance. Just a vast emptiness where it will be built. This is before Haven North. Before the bombs, the solar flare, the heat storms. Before New York. This could be a time before the continent was even discovered.
And Silas is already waiting for me, his midnight hair shimmering in the sunlight and blowing in wisps with the gentle breeze. It’s so warm and comforting I forget where I am for a moment.
