He knew how to angle himself just right, stroking me on repeat and shoving me closer… closer… closer…
I could feel them chasing me, their pleasures mounting in tandem with mine, dancing together on a plane of elemental existence only our mate-circle understood.
And then a wave of power crashed through us all, Cyrus sending a sensual push that threw all three of us over the cliff together into an oblivion underlined in passion and love.
Sol ground out a curse, Cyrus’s name on his tongue.
Vox groaned.
And I screamed around the shaft unloading down my throat.
It was intense and overwhelming and perfect, leaving me in a cloud of delirium I never wanted to surface from.
I swallowed everything Sol gave me. Squeezed every drop from Vox between my legs. And all but collapsed onto my desk.
The earthy scent of the autumn leaves provided a sweet stroke across my existence, alighting me from the inside out and leaving me blissfully pleased between my two mates.
Vox bent to kiss my shoulder, and Sol brushed his knuckles across my cheek as he carefully dislodged himself from my mouth.
I need a nap, I thought at them.
They both chuckled in reply, then Sol went to his knees before me to press his nose to mine. “You can nap on our way to the Human Realm. I’ll carry you.”
I started to nod, my eyes falling closed.
Then I remembered what I had to do when we got there and groaned—a sound that turned into a pleasant moan as Vox slipped out from between my legs. Every part of me tingled in reply, my body already preparing to go again.
Years of satisfying five mates had preconditioned me to accept multiple orgasms.
Not a bad life.
But it definitely became problematic when on a timetable such as this because there was no time for more sex.
You’re insatiable, little queen, Cyrus mused into my thoughts.
Stop reading my mind, I replied.
We’re reading your spirit, Exos corrected. You’re practically writhing in the spirit realm, begging to be fucked again.
I wonder why that is, I shot back.
No idea, Cyrus said, his voice the epitome of innocence.
Uh-huh, I drawled, shivering as Vox drew his fingers up the back of my thighs.
“Turn over, Claire,” he said. “We’ll clean you up with our mouths.”
Sol grinned, clearly in favor of that idea. “Yes, turn over, little flower. I’ll start with your breasts.”
Enjoy, Cyrus whispered across my mind, then disappeared as Vox and Sol took control of my body, moving me to my back and devouring me just like they’d promised.
By the time they were done, I couldn’t even remember my name.
Which was completely ok
ay.
Who needs a name anyway?