Chapter 7

It didn't take longto set up camp. Putting together tents wasn't all that difficult of a process. Not for me and Graham, at least. Ezra and Warren? Well, if we would've left it up to them, we would've been up all night.

Graham and I camped a good bit as teenagers, then periodically as adults as well. It just made sense, really. He was a Fae. They loved nature. There wasn't enough of that back home. So from time to time, we loaded up my car, rented a campsite at a nearby state forest, and we crashed in the woods for a weekend.

Ezra and Warren had never camped. Not even once. They had no unearthly idea how to open a tent, and neither of them were too thrilled about sleeping in sleeping bags.

Once our tent was assembled, Graham kissed me and said he was going to go hang out around the fire with Jake. Also with Amara, basic deduction skills told me, which was fine.

He and Jake hadn't gotten much time together lately. And I trusted him. Wasn't a huge fan of Amara, but I trusted him.

It was fine.

"Uh-oh," Ezra said, ducking to keep his head from hitting the top of the tent as he laid a blanket on the plastic floor. "That's not a good sign."

"What's not a good sign?" I asked, lowering myself onto the pallet we planned to call the bed.

"‘Sure, that's fine,'" Warren said in a mocking falsetto. He was the tallest of us all, thus having the most difficulty maneuvering through the tent. Tiptoeing around our bags scattered throughout, he grasped Ezra's shoulder to steady him. Carefully, he sat beside me. "When a woman says, ‘sure, that's fine,' it's never fine."

"I don't talk like that." I playfully shoved his shoulder. "And you're stereotyping. That's not true. I said it's fine, and I meant it. It is fine. I want him to spend time with Jake. Any of his friends. All of his friends, if that's what makes him happy."

"Even the ones with pretty purple hair?" Warren asked.

Arching a brow, I gave a half smile. "Oh, so you think she's pretty."

"Don't answer that," Ezra said, finally joining us on the ground.

"I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world." Warren coiled an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. "And I think that you mean everything and more to Graham. You don't need to be jealous."

"Exactly." I craned awkwardly against his chest to look up at him. The sun had set, and all we had was a single battery-powered lamp in the corner of the eight by ten tent to brighten the space. "That's what I said. It's fine."

"Do you want me to talk to him?" Ezra asked, spinning around to rest his head in my lap.

A low growl sounded in my throat. "How many times do I have to tell you guys that everything's fine?"

"I know that would work on a straight guy, but we know better." Warren swept some hair from my face. "If you're jealous of Amara, tell him so. Talk to him about it, or he's gonna feel completely blindsided when you eventually get pissed and blow up on him."

Another grunt escaped me. Not because they were wrong. But because I felt ridiculous.

"Alright, alright," Ezra said, finding my hand and locking our fingers together. "You don't want to talk about it. You don't have to."

"What the hell am I supposed to say?" I asked. "He can't have a friend because she's a woman? That's ridiculous. Especially coming from me—the girl with three boyfriends."

"More like," Warren began, "tell him to check his friend because she was a bitch to you."

"She was kind of a bitch, wasn't she?" I asked, looking between them for confirmation. "Laila thought so too, but I didn't want to be dramatic."

"Oh, she most certainly was," Ezra agreed. "She's probably jealous that you've gotten so much time with someone she cares about."

"And you're probably—rightfully—a little jealous that she has history with him that you don't," Warren said, combing some more hair behind my ear.

"I'm not jealous."

Ezra smiled.

Warren chuckled.

"Okay, fine. Maybe a little."

"See?" Warren asked. "There's that ‘fine' again."

"Well, I wouldn't be if she wasn't so rude to me. But she's also just… different. She has that cool hair, and the glowing eyes, and the pointy ears, and I mean, did you see her ass?" I looked between Warren and Ezra, then said quickly, "Don't answer that. I don't need to be jealous over you guys too."

"There's nothing to be jealous of in that area," Warren said, pulling me in just a little closer. That firm touch spoke more words than his mouth often did. His lips came to my forehead, fingers tracing down my side to my hip. "Your ass is perfect."

"It really is," Ezra murmured, trailing a hand up my thigh. His head was already resting in my lap, so he didn't have to stretch far. "I can't complain about a single inch of you, love."

"But I could list a thousand things I love." Warren pulled me in a little bit closer, hand on my hip trailing up to my breast. I hadn't worn a bra today, so when his thumb glided over my nipple, a soft sigh escaped me. He smirked. "Like that. The way the smallest touch can stop your breath."

Ezra rolled onto his stomach so he could face me better, smiling as his lips found my thigh. He kissed softly, slowly over my nightgown. "Your smell when you're turned on." His hand crept higher between my legs. As he nudged them apart with one hand, teasing up and down my inner thigh, Warren pulled my shirt down to expose my breasts. Ezra gently ran his hand down one while Warren grasped the other. "How fucking perfect these are."

Deep breath spilling from my lips, I said, "I see what you guys are doing here."

"Praising you?" Warren whispered in my ear, nibbling the lobe. "Reminding you how beautiful you are?"

They were distracting me. But in the best way imaginable. Especially as Ezra trailed a finger from my opening up to my clit.

Applying just the right amount of pressure, making me gasp, he spun his fingers in a circle. "Making you feel magnificent?"

"As she should," Warren murmured, squeezing my breast harder and pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When another gasp escaped, he chuckled. He guided my hand to his hips, letting me feel his swelling cock. "You're perfect, Rainbow."

"These legs…" Ezra murmured, tracing a hand all the way from my ankle to my knee. His lips took over there, kissing slowly up my thigh all the way to my pussy. I gulped in a deep breath, just as his tongue trailed over my clit. "An artist couldn't have sculpted something more beautiful."

"I know I couldn't have." Gently, Warren took hold of my chin. He tilted my gaze up to his and slid his thumb over my lower lip. Still squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple, he kept his voice low. "How soft your lips are…" A gentle kiss. "The way they feel against mine…" Another, this one hungrier, all while Ezra's tongue traced circles atop my clit. "Everything about you… It's like your entire body was designed by some divine being."

A flock of butterflies took hold of my tummy, and I couldn't stop the moan that dropped from my lips. A few minutes ago, I may not have believed every word they said, but when two beautiful men were touching me all over, whispering what sounded like sweet poetry, it was hard to deny them.

"Just for us." Ezra's cold breath blew against my cunt, just as his fingertip returned my clit. "And, my god, the way you taste."

"You two are going to be the death of me," I whispered against Warren's lips, sliding my hand beneath his sweatpants.

He released a breathy chuckle as I wrapped my hand around him and worked slowly up and down. "You know what I think she needs, darling?"

"What's that?" Ezra murmured, dipping a finger into me, making me gasp.

"To feel your teeth." Mouth still flush with mine, voice low, his fang dropped from his gums. He was careful with it, only tracing it along my bottom lip. "Then to feel mine."

Involuntarily, I felt my legs sliding further open at that thought.

Chuckling, Ezra pushed his finger in deeper. With precision, he massaged my front wall, moving faster and faster until a groan dropped from my lips. Warren muffled it with a kiss.

"Is that right, love?" Ezra asked. "Do you want me to feed?"

All I could manage was, "Mhmm."

Ezra grasped hold of my thigh, lifting it closer to his lips. He kissed there for a few heartbeats, all while Warren kissed my lips. Massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples, Warren was quickly getting me lost in the sensations of pleasure and euphoria. Still fingering me deeply, hard, pain tore through my thigh.

I whimpered.

Warren whispered a "Shh," sound.

As the pain turned to pleasure, quaking all the way to my clit, Warren's hand on my breast slid down my tummy to my cunt. His rough, strong fingertips moved in slow, careful circles, but with the added euphoria of the feeding, it felt like the strongest vibrator against my flesh.

Soft moan falling from my lips, I dropped my head backward against his chest. My eyes shut, everything spun, and then I was floating. I was floating, and a cold, hard chest was pressed against my back. Warm lips were on my thigh, warm fingertips trailing up and down my leg.

As the tension built higher and higher, bringing me closer to completion, I all but screamed. Then a hand was over my mouth. In my ear, Warren whispered, "Shh."

He stopped.

The pressure, the magnificent, arousing sensation of Ezra sucking my skin into his mouth, my blood, didn't go away, but Warren's hand wasn't on my clit anymore, and Ezra's wasn't in my cunt. I opened my eyes, only then realizing that now we lay on our sides on the forest floor, cushioned only by a few blankets. It was dim and dark in the tent, a fire burning outside giving us only the barest hint of light. The dimness only added to the fantasy, bringing me deeper and deeper into dreamlike ecstasy.

"Please," I whispered, stretching one hand around to touch the back of Warren's head and reaching down to run my fingers through Ezra's hair. Barely visible in the dark tent, my eyes met Warren's. "Please don't stop."

Chuckling softly, he grabbed my other leg and lifted it over his. He leaned in, and his lips against mine were like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Each kiss, each trace of his tongue over my own, over my lips, was refreshing and entrancing all at once.

Then the strength of him poured into me. Feeling his cock rub against my G-spot, I groaned with pleasure. He kissed me again, whispering a, "Shh" sound once more. His fingers returned my clit, and he worked hard, fast, bringing me to my brink in heartbeats. Just when I screamed into his mouth, he stopped again.

"Come fuck her pretty little face, Ezra," Warren said, pressing his hand over my lips.

A quiet laugh sounded between my thighs. He planted a gentle kiss on my clit, making the whine with pleasure. I half expected Warren to tell me to be quiet again.

He only smiled down at me and shook his head slightly, gently grinding into me once more. He was hitting just the right spot, but I needed more. I needed my clit played with, or sucked on, or licked, flicked, or smacked, or?—

"Look this way, love," Ezra whispered, tilting my chin in his direction. Just as I did as he said, moving toward him, his hard, perfect cock slid between my lips. Fingers threading into my hair, he laughed quietly. "Truly is such a pretty face, isn't it?"

"One of the most gorgeous things I've ever seen," Warren murmured, kissing my cheek once more. His fingers returned to my clit. He was slower now, softer, as his lips trailed over my neck. "There's only one thing more beautiful."

Panting hard as he thrusted into my mouth, staring into my eyes from above, Ezra shook his head. "I don't know about that."

"That look in her eyes while she comes," Warren murmured, fangs pinching my neck between kisses. "Just watch. You'll see."

The sting of his fangs pierced through my flesh. I gasped at the pain, but Ezra kept thrusting deep into my throat. Warren rubbed my clit faster, harder. His pumps into my cunt quickened, matching the rhythm of his fingertips on my clit.

Suddenly, the euphoria rushed over me in a wave. Once again, I was floating. We all were. All three of us, connected as one, touching, giving, and taking, and receiving. If not for Ezra's cock in my mouth, I would've been screaming. Not only with pleasure, but with confidence, and joy, and wonder.

It amazed me every day that this was my life. Feeling their touch, basking in the delirium they gave me, the praises they bestowed upon me, was so wonderful that it didn't feel real. Even right now—especially right now. With both of them inside me at once, whispering sweet nothings, bringing me so much pleasure…

I couldn't hold back another second. The orgasm crashed over me with such power, I squirmed away from Warren's grasp. He yanked me in closer, rubbing my clit faster, sucking my neck harder, making it that much more intense, prolonging it, forcing me to stay exactly where I was so he could enjoy my pleasure as deeply as I did.

Look at him,Warren said into my mind. Let Ezra see how pretty you are when you come on my cock.

I opened my eyes, staring at Ezra, moaning around his dick.

"Fuck," Ezra's mouth dropped open. The heat of his cum and the tremble of his muscles quaked in my mouth. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

In my ear, Warren groaned his own pleasure, just as the heat of his cum filled my cunt, giving me exactly what I needed, exactly what I wanted, to climax once more. This time, stars shined through my eyes. Vaguely, I saw the outline of Ezra's head, and I wasn't sure if it was the lack of light in the tent or just that the orgasm was so strong that it had to take my sight as payment.

"Jesus," Warren whispered in my ear, breathing hard and fast. "You just won't let me stop coming, will you?"

Ezra had already climaxed, but he kept fucking my face, panting and watching me squirm toward him, into Warren. "That's it, love. Enjoy it for as long as it's here. Come as hard as you can on his cock."

I don't know how much longer it lasted, only that I would've been screaming if not for his cock between my lips.

When it finally did, and my vision slowly returned, Ezra dropped to the blankets beside us, and Warren laughed quietly. "I don't know about that, Rainbow. I think you're gonna be the death of us."