11. Vale

Chapter 11

Vale

K ian’s mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue flicking against the tight bud before he raked a fang over the sensitive flesh. “And we want to worship you, little witch. We want to watch you come over and over again.” He tightened his hold on my hips, my center rubbing against the hard ridge of his cock. “Would you like that?”

“Like” wasn’t the right word. I needed it—more than air, more than light.

I needed them .

Answering with a moan, my hips bucked as my lips crashed into Xavier’s, my tongue sweeping into his mouth. He took over the kiss immediately, devouring me as Kian rocked me against his length. Pleasure sizzled down my spine as he put the perfect pressure on my clit, but as good as it felt, I was still empty.

Desperation had me whimpering, needing something I couldn’t articulate.

“She needs more,” Xavier growled, lifting me off of Kian, pulling me into his arms. “She doesn’t just want to be worshipped, do you? You want us to fuck every hole, fill you up so full you can’t breathe, is that it?”

A soft mattress hit my back before I could answer, but Xavier didn’t need me to. My need so acute, I had no doubt my mind was screaming with my hunger for them. Legs splayed wide, Xavier held my knees apart as he knelt between them, his gaze almost like a physical touch.

“ Fuck , your scent,” he growled, his crystalline eyes flashing between human and his dragon. “Every time I smell you, I want to bury my face between your legs and drink you down.”

He yanked me to the edge of the bed, and a moment later, his hot breath feathered over my sensitive skin. “Already dripping, my love? Tell me how much you want my mouth on you.”

“I need it,” I whispered, the order loosening my tongue. “ Please .”

“Gods, I love it when you beg, little witch,” Kian rumbled, capturing my wrists in his hold and stretching them over my head.

My back bowed as I stared into his amber irises. His lids went heavy as I let out a desperate moan when Xavier gave my sex that first lick. Kian’s mouth landed on mine, his dizzying kisses like a drug as Xavier wound me up, his touch so gentle it was practically a tease.

I let out a needy whimper, my hips squirming, even under both of their holds.

“Do you hear that?” Xavier rumbled, his voice like the thickest honey over shattered glass. “It sounds like she needs more. What do you want, my love?”

My mind went to the last time they shared me, my desire nearly burning me alive as I remembered the way they moaned as I swallowed their cocks. That power? I needed that as much as I needed the pleasure.

“I know what she needs,” Kian growled, letting my wrists go as he turned me, setting me on my hands and knees. “She needs a cock in her mouth while you fuck her with your tongue. Is that it, little witch?”

Kian fisted his cock, letting out a nearly inaudible groan. A drop of seed pearled on the dark-pink head, and I couldn’t stop myself from licking it. Kian wrapped his fist in my braid, the bite of pain so at odds with the pleasure coursing through the bond.

I could feel him again—in my skin, in my mind. Moaning, I took him into my mouth, the flare of desire nearly consuming me as I swallowed him down. My moans got louder when Xavier thrust two fingers inside me, his ministrations not stopping for one moment as he spun me into a frenzy. But I needed something else—something besides his finger and tongue.

I needed him.

“ More ,” Kian panted, his husky plea making me melt. “She needs more. She needs both of our cocks inside her. Can’t you feel her begging for it?”

My core clenched at the thought of his cock in my mouth and Xavier’s in my pussy.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing my fingers like a vise. Gods, baby. You need it bad, don’t you?”

I clenched around his fingers again, my sex sucking at them like my mouth on Kian’s cock.

A second later, I whimpered when those fingers were gone, and Xavier replaced them with his thick cock. I moaned around Kian’s length as Xavier pushed inside me, the walls of my sex fluttering as they tried and failed to clench around him.

Kian’s fist tightened in my hair. “Relax your throat, baby,” he rasped, his breath rougher, darker. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth while Xavier fucks your dripping cunt. And you’re going to take us both like the good girl you are. Yes?”

I couldn’t nod, I couldn’t move, but I could reach out with my mind. Kian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the images of the three of us wrapped around each other filled it.

“Fuck, you’ve got some good ideas. But first…” He trailed off before thrusting into my waiting mouth.

At the same time, Xavier pulled out before filling me so full, about all I could do was moan and hold on to the bedclothes for dear life.

Xavier’s desire reached for my mind, mingling with Kian’s—with mine. It was overwhelming, bearing down on me, and I was drowning beneath it all.

“That’s my good girl,” Kian groaned as I reflexively swallowed, my throat contracting around him before he pulled out and thrust again. “Do it again. Swallow me whole. Fuck, you take our cocks so good.”

As if my body lived to obey him, I swallowed again, and his hold tightened. “You’re too fucking good at that. Gods, your mouth is heaven.”

Gasping around him, my climax reached for me, their pleasure bombarding my senses. But I wasn’t ready.

It would be too big, too much. It was a tidal wave threatening to pull me under and never let me go.

Then Xavier’s giant hands spanned the entirety of my hips, his thumbs spreading me wide. He massaged my virgin hole, the puckered ring of muscle accepting him as my lust threatened to consume me.

Gods, I couldn’t fight it off.

“Not yet,” Xavier growled in my ear, his big body curled over mine as he slowed his thrusts. “You’re not allowed to come until I say. Remember?”

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his thumb continued to torment me, my orgasm loosening its hold, even as the pleasure began anew.

“You want to be full, little witch?” Kian asked, his husky voice mingling with the essence of his desire filling my mind.

I wanted it—wanted it more than I could say, but I didn’t know if I could take it. They were so big, and I was so small.

Kian pulled from my mouth, his thumb raking over my swollen lips. “Don’t worry, baby. You can take it.”

He moved from the bed only to return a moment later with a vial. Yanking out the stopper with his teeth, the warm, slick liquid hit my backside. Xavier’s thumb slipped inside just a little before the ring of muscle loosened, letting him glide in.

“Gods, look at your greedy hole,” Kian murmured in my ear, his fingers strumming my clit as Xavier’s thrusts picked up speed. “I bet you’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Of Xavier in your ass, and me in your cunt, fucking you together until you can’t see straight. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

My arms collapsed underneath me as Xavier removed his thumb, replacing it with two fingers. He fucked my pussy and my ass, his thrusts picking up speed, but both soft, teasing. I thought I might die from the ache of it.

Sweat broke out all over my skin, my words failing.

“Yes. Please yes.”

Kian and Xavier gave me what I wanted. Before I knew it, I was draped over Kian’s lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. I inched down his length, the walls of my sex fluttering signaling how close my release was. Then the warm head of Xavier’s cock pressed against the tight ring of muscle, the slick liquid helping him ease in inch by inch.

I’d thought I was full, but then Xavier just kept going, filling me oh, so completely. I clung to Kian, my head lolling on my neck until it hit Xavier’s shoulder. My ragged pants turned to moans as my body relaxed, the urge to move almost overwhelming.

“That’s it, little witch,” Xavier growled in my ear as my hips bucked. “Fuck, you take us so well.”

I moaned at the praise, my orgasm threatening at the edges of my consciousness. It would consume me, and I didn’t care anymore. I was desperate for it—for how close it brought us, how connected I felt to my mates.

“Fuck, she’s so tight, so hot,” Kian moaned, his rough fingers strumming my clit in teasing strokes as Xavier raked his fangs down my neck. “Gods, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

“Please let me come,” I begged, my voice gone. “I need it.”

They moved in tandem, one filling as the other retreated, the pleasure so extreme my chest threatened to cave in.

This was worship.

This was connection.

This was love.

Their minds mixed and mingled with mine, and all I felt was the truth—I was not their burden. I was their peace. Their freedom. Their home.

And in that moment, I knew they were all those things for me, too.

Home. Peace. Freedom. Love.

The last threads of the siren’s spell lifted, and a presence filled my thoughts, welcome and warm, his desire making me whimper.

“There you are, my brave one.” Idris’ voice in my head had my core clenching, my mind buzzing. “I thought I told you I wanted to watch you come. Don’t tell me I missed it.”

“Please, tell them to let me come. I’ll be so good, please.”

His dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, no, my brave one. Not until I can watch you fall. I’ve felt it, but I know watching it will be magnificent. Let me?”

Did I want him to watch me come? It didn’t even take a second for me to think about it. “Yes.”

Idris’ pleasure reached me, growing by the second as if he were getting closer. My hips bucked harder, answering Kian and Xavier’s thrusts. The sound of a door opening barely reached my ears, but I knew I’d managed to call Idris to me.

I needed him, too. I needed him so bad, I couldn’t breathe—didn’t want to breathe.

Opening my eyes, I met his golden ones. Still in his leathers, he stalked toward us, the scent of his desire filling my nose. Or maybe I was just so deep in their minds that I could sense it. Either way, where there could have been jealousy, all that was left was lust, need, and an ache to touch me.

This was how it was supposed to be.

“Gods,” he murmured, his fists clenching at his sides. “I was right. You look magnificent.”

I reached for him as Kian’s and Xavier’s thrusts turned deliciously rougher, but he didn’t take my hand. “Not this time. This time is for you, not for me. I can wait.”

“Kiss me?” I begged, wanting to touch him somehow, the need so intense it burned through every limb, every pore.

He towered over us as he moved closer, his golden eyes flashing with unspent magic and desire.

Then he gently raked a roughened fingertip down my cheek.

“If I kiss you now, I’ll end up marking you. Is that what you want?”

The thought of his mark on me had my sex clenching as much as it could being so full. Groaning, Xavier moved his hands to my breasts, lifting them like an offering as Kian dipped his head to take a nipple into his mouth. His fangs nearly pierced the flesh as Xavier’s raked against my throat.

“Yes. Please. I need it. Kiss me.”

Idris dropped his mouth to mine, his tongue claiming every part of it as Kian and Xavier struck, their fangs slicing into me as my climax slammed into us all. Their releases washed over me, drawing out the high so long I almost hoped it would never end. Moaning into Idris’ mouth, I relished his shudder as my desire threatened to pull him down with us.

Before I could take a breath, Idris’ razor-like incisors latched onto my shoulder right over the mark my other mates had made the first time we’d bonded.

A second orgasm overtook me, drowning me in pleasure so acute it was as if I’d been struck by lightning. A scream broke free of my throat, quieted only by Idris’ punishing kiss as golden power mixed and mingled with mine, with Xavier’s, with Kian’s, showering us all in magic.

I felt tied to them in a way I hadn’t previously, the bond so obvious to me where it had only been a tendril before.

Safety.

Warmth.

Home.

They’re my home.

And I would do anything to protect my home. Even make nice with a siren who wanted to take everything from me.

I just had to not fuck up and kill her first.

Piece of cake.