26. Alina

I don't immediately caveto Reaper's demand. Instead, I wrap my palm around his base and give him a tentative stroke.

He's not as thick as Flame, but he's long. And hot.

Flame kisses my shoulder again, then drags his teeth along my skin to my pulse, where he gently bites down. "Push him to his back, little panther," he instructs me. "Then straddle him so he can feel your sweet heat against his cock. It'll drive him crazy."

My heart skips a beat at the thought of pressing my intimate flesh to Reaper's. Yet, as I follow Flame's command, I realize how natural it all feels. My thighs automatically part over Reaper's hips, my core meeting his shaft in a sinful kiss. It's… it's where I should be. With him. With them.

I lean down to press my lips to his, needing him to feel what I feel. To experience this intensity. To understand that I belong here.

His arms wrap around me, his skin a brand against my lower back.

I shift on top of him, painting him with my arousal.

It's… it's just so intuitive. I want to share this part of me with him, to claim him with my body.

But I still want to taste him.

So I do what Flame did to me—I start exploring Reaper's body with my tongue and my mouth. I work my way down his torso, pausing to trace his rippled abdomen with my lips, and continue to his hardened flesh.

My sweet aroma is all over his skin, creating an erotic experience as I taste the moisture on his tip. That part was all him, the saltiness combining with my essence to produce an intoxicating flavor that I need more of.

"Fuck, pet," Reaper groans, his fingers weaving through my hair as I take more of him into my mouth. "Try to swallow your whole name. Yeah, just like that. Fuck."

Another hand goes to my nape, this one hotter and belonging to Flame. He's right beside me, his thumb circling my pulse. "That looks amazing, little panther," he tells me. "You're taking so much of him into your sweet mouth."

I pull back up to breathe, then go down again, my throat instantly soothed by the feel of Reaper gliding in deep.

"Grab his base," Flame whispers. "Give it a squeeze and hollow your cheeks."

I do what he says.

"So good, sweet panther," he praises me. "Look at Reaper. Do you see that fire in his eyes? You created that. And now you're stoking it with that talented mouth."

A shiver traverses my spine, my lips nearly curling.

Because he's right.

Reaper looks like he's positively burning for me.

I'm doing this to him. Me. I'm driving him crazy, just like he's done to me.

Realizing that only emboldens me more.

I run my thumb along his throbbing shaft, tracing one of the thick veins while I torture the tip with my tongue.

Then I suck him down again.

He curses.

His grip tightens.

His muscles strain.

And so I do it again.

Teasing him. Laving him. Sucking him. Swallowing around the head.

I even pause to trace my name with my tongue, just like he requested earlier.

Then I return to my task, all while Flame is whispering praise into my ear, his palm never leaving my nape.

Reaper is panting, his jaw clenching as his grip tightens even more in my hair. It almost hurts. But I like it. I like it because it shows me how close he is to losing control.

"Don't stop," he tells me. "Don't fucking stop."

I obey, but I love knowing that I technically don't have to, that I could pull away whenever I wanted to and leave him in this tormented state.

However, I don't want to do that to him.

I want to make him fall apart.

I want to give him pleasure like he's given me.

"That's it. Fuck, yeah, just like that." He pumps up into my mouth, forcing me to take more of him. "Gods, I hope you can swallow, pet…"

"Take a breath," Flame murmurs against my ear. "You're going to need it."

I follow his advice, and am glad I did. Because in the next instant, Reaper growls and something hot hits the back of my throat. I swallow on instinct, my stomach tightening with desire.

I've never tasted anything like this.

It's salty and smoky and tinged with my sweetness.

And so, so good…

My throat works around him, taking every drop as I absorb Reaper into my very soul. He's mine. My Death Fae. My mate.

It's a foreign concept.

A strange sort of understanding.

But I know deep down that he's my destiny.

By the time he's done, I'm dizzy with the need to breathe, yet I can't stop hoping for more of that delicious flavor. This sense of purpose.

Reaper says my name.

Flame does as well.

But I don't stop. Not right away. Not yet.

I suck him down one more time, then twirl my tongue around the tip before pouncing on Flame. Because I need to know if he's the same. I need to feel connected to him, too. I need his soul to brush mine, to ground me in this moment for eternity.

He catches my hips as I slide on top of him, amusement curling his lips. "Ready to play, little panther?"

"Yes," I say, bending to kiss him with a renewed ferocity.

My blood is on fire.

My body damp.

My core clenching with desire.

I need these fae. These men. My mates.

Everything is moving so quickly, my world spinning with passion and want.

I can't stop it. I don't want to stop it. I embrace it.

Flame's body is hard beneath my tongue, his muscular planes similar to Reaper's yet somehow more pronounced. Maybe it's his sleek shifter form, or maybe he's just a little bulkier than the Death Fae.

I don't care. I adore both of them equally.

And they're both mine,I realize, dizzy all over again. How do I have two mates?

No.

Not two.

Three…

I'm missing my fresh air. Yet his cologne is still here, swirling around me, taunting my inner spirit, telling me I'm his, too.

My refreshing mountain hike,I think, feeling at ease and needy at the same time.

Flame curses as I draw my teeth against his throbbing flesh, his palm finding my nape again as he holds me in place. "Tongue the ring," he begs me. "Explore it, little panther. And, fuck me, use your teeth again. Yeah, sweetling. Just like that."

I suck on the metal, then draw my touch down to the bar and lick the tip of it against the underside of his shaft. I'm about to tug on it with my teeth when I feel Reaper behind me, his palms skimming up my inner thighs to widen my stance.

"I want to see how wet this makes you, pet," he tells me as he repositions my lower body over his face. "Sit."

The command sends a spike of lust up my spine and forces my body to obey.

Fae…I'm straddling his face.

My sex is against his mouth.

His tongue is prodding my entrance. His fingers, too.

I'm going to suffocate him, I think, trying to move.

But a slap to my ass has me pressing down into his face in response.

"He can breathe," Flame says, his voice strained. "And if he can't, he'll happily die between those thighs. Now focus on sucking my cock, Alina."

Oh, fae… Between Flame's demand and Reaper's tongue, I'm a shaking mess.

I'm not even sure I can climax again.

But the heat brewing inside me suggests I might be able to. Especially if Reaper keeps doing that.

I swallow, the action reminding me of the metal against my lips. I'm not even sure how to begin navigating this for Flame, but I'm excited by the challenge.

He wants me to suck his cock? I'll suck. I'll play. I'll fondle.

A hiss escapes him as I close my mouth over his thick head, my tongue flicking his ring along the way. Then I take him all the way down to the bar piercing at the center of his shaft.

I'm so full that I'm not sure I can take any more.

However, I'm suddenly determined to try.

I wrap my hand around his base, just like he told me to do to Reaper, and force more of him into my throat. It's dangerous. I can't breathe at all like this. I… I might choke. And the piercings are an addition that I'm not sure I'm ready to handle.

Yet I try anyway.

I do it for him. For me. For us.

And I'm rewarded with a squeeze against my nape as he says, "You're so fucking good at this, my panther queen. A fucking Goddess."

Reaper hums in agreement against my clit, then sinks his teeth into my flesh, making me yelp around Flame's cock.

"Fuck, do that again," Flame demands.

I'm not sure who he's talking to, but I realize he means Reaper when the man between my legs bites me again. This time I scream because it hurts.

Only for him to lave the pain away with his tongue.

My thighs quake, my insides ablaze with renewed desire.

I'm sweating. Panting. Sucking. Nearly choking. Exploring with my tongue. All while fighting the urge to fall apart on top of Reaper.

It's the definition of insanity.

The best kind of insanity.

A world of eroticism.

I feel empowered. Cherished. And used.

It's… it's amazing.

Flame pumps himself into my mouth while Reaper plunges his tongue into my core. They're fucking me from different angles, the sensuous dance drawing me into a euphoric state of existence.

We're creating something powerful, our mingling scents reminding me of a strawberry field hidden deep on a mountain side.

I want to revel in that existence, live there for the rest of my life, and join myself with these fae.

"Use your teeth, little panther." Flame's deep voice pierces through my mind, driving my actions. "Fuck, sweetling. Keep doing that."

I'm not biting him, but I'm applying more pressure as I drag my mouth up and down his thick manhood. He's so hard that I can feel his pulse through the silky skin. It's beating against my tongue, demanding more. Demanding that I keep going. Demanding that I swallow him whole.

So I do.

All the way down.

As deep as I can possibly go.

"Fuck." He arches into me, hitting the back of my throat. "Make her come, Reaper. Now."

I swear the Death Fae between my legs smiles, but I don't have a chance to think much of it because he bites me so hard in the next instant that I tumble over the cliff into a world of pain-induced pleasure.

I don't understand what he did, but that bite… that bite… is euphoric.

"Fuck, yes," Flame groans, his cock driving in and out of my mouth. "I'm about to join you, little panther. Try to swallow for me, sweetheart."

I don't know if I can.

I'm swimming in ecstasy.

And now he's going to drown me with his essence.

I try to relax my throat for him, but my body is too keyed up from the orgasm to listen to me. Dark spots dance in my vision as he explodes in my mouth, his flavor different from Reaper's. His seed still has that hint of salt, but it's headier. Thicker. More decadent.

I'm instantly hit with another climax, and I'm not sure if it's from Flame's intense flavor or Reaper's skilled mouth.

Or both.

But I'm overcome with it all, grinding on top of Reaper's face while drinking from Flame.

It's all so much. Too much. Those dark spots are getting bigger. I've forgotten how to breathe. I can only swallow and writhe.

I'm barely aware of the men moving until I'm cradled against Reaper's chest, his strong arms holding me while Flame kisses me. My body is still shaking, my insides tightening and spiraling and sending shocks of pleasure to every nerve ending.

How…?I want to ask.

But my mouth is busy with Flame's, his tongue gently caressing mine while Reaper kisses my neck and shoulders. "You're doing so good," he says against my ear. "Just ride it out, pet."

I whimper, not sure what he means. Why am I still shaking?

Flame's palms are on my cheeks, his mouth soft and commanding at the same time.

Reaper's hands stroke my back.

We're a tangle of limbs, all of us naked and hot and sweaty.

The heady aroma of sex tinges the air, my sweetness potent and ripe.

By the time I stop trembling, I'm practically coated in the fragrance. It's everywhere. In me. On me. All over them.

I gasp as Reaper's teeth bite into my shoulder just hard enough to anchor me without breaking the skin.

Then Flame pulls back to stare into my eyes. "You're amazing, Alina."

"Fucking phenomenal," Reaper echoes.

I blink at the Shifter Fae, unable to form words. My throat hurts, not just from taking his thrusts but also from screaming.

Yet I don't even remember making a sound.

My fingers flutter up to my throat as though searching for answers. But my wrist is caught in Flame's grasp as he brings my hand to his mouth. "Thank you, little panther."

Reaper snorts. "You're thanking her like we're already done." His palms continue to soothingly stroke my back, his lips at my ear once more. "You can rest, pet. I know Flame's cum can be potent. But once the aftershocks die down, we're doing this again."

"She needs to eat first," Flame tells him, a hint of dominance in his tone. "I'm also pouring her a bath."

"You just want to brush her hair."

"Of course I want to brush her hair. I've been dying to brush her hair since the moment we first saw her," Flame tosses back at him, making my lips curl a little.

"You want to brush my hair?" The words come out raspy, my vocal cords clearly damaged.

"She needs some soup," Flame informs Reaper. "How about you work on that while I groom her?"

Reaper sighs. "Fine. But once we formally mate her, this will no longer be an issue. She just needs a little immortality boost to help her recover."

Flame grunts but doesn't say anything as he takes me from Reaper's arms.

Immortality? I repeat to myself. Is that what will happen when they mate me?

I'm not sure how to feel about that.

Happy? Scared? Relieved?

Because it means I can truly keep them for eternity.

Live like this for the rest of… forever.

That… that doesn't sound all that bad. Actually, it sounds pretty amazing.

As does letting Flame brush my hair, I decide, gazing up at him from where he has me cradled in his lap. "I?—"

A glass of water appears as Reaper's nude form comes into view. He's standing next to the bed. "Drink that before you speak, pet."

I don't bother arguing, mostly because I'm parched.

He stands there and observes as I drink every drop, his expression satisfied at the end. "Good girl." He takes the glass. "I'll bring more into the bathroom." He looks at Flame. "Go groom our pet. Lunch will be ready when you're done."