23. Violet

23

VIOLET

When I approach my room, with my bag full of clean and dry laundry, I can sense them before I even see them. Thorne, Flint, and Caine are waiting outside for me. Their energy signatures have become as familiar to me as my own heartbeat.

"Hi," I say as Flint takes the bag from me, and I open the door.

"How did it go with Amara?"

"Really good," I reply, watching as they sprawl about, going to the places where they are most comfortable.

Thorne at my desk. Flint's lounging on my bed like he owns it, and Caine is sitting in the chair by the window, leaning on his cane.

"Great," Flint says with a grin. "How so?"

"I finally accepted that I am who everyone thinks I am, and it made the process a whole lot smoother. "

Thorne's eyes widen. "You genuinely believe you are the true heir?"

"Yes. Amara told me a few things about Morgan, and it resonated deeply with me. The parallels are there the more I think about what she said."

"This is good. If you are making progress with the magick and foundations, we can attempt the severing ritual."

"Yeah, so when do we do that?" I ask eagerly.

"After we have solidified our roles as your anchors," he murmurs.

The air in the room feels charged suddenly, heavy with potential. Thorne's eyes meet mine, dark and intense, and I feel that familiar pull between us. Flint's casual pose can't quite hide the predatory grace of his movements, and Caine is sitting upright, gripping his cane even tighter.

"Meaning?" I murmur, knowing full well what he means.

I close the door behind me, knowing this morning is about to get very interesting.

Flint rises, and he grips my fingers tightly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. Thorne moves from the desk to stand in front of me, while Caine remains by the window, watching with those intense eyes.

"Meaning you're not alone," Thorne says softly, his fingers brushing my cheek. "Never again."

The touch ignites something in me, something that's been building for him since I first laid eyes on him after I was dropped from the sky .

I meet his gaze. "Prove it," I whisper.

His bright blue eyes darken, and then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding. Flint's hand tightens on mine, and I can feel Caine's presence drawing closer.

Thorne's kiss deepens as he tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. Flint's lips find the sensitive spot on my neck, making me gasp as his teeth graze my skin and his hands slip around my waist, pulling me back against his solid chest.

Caine joins us, his hand going around my throat and squeezing slightly, enough to make me gasp into Thorne's mouth.

I am surrounded by them, consumed by them.

Thorne's hands roam down my body, finding the hem of my shirt and slipping beneath it. His touch is electric, sending little sparks of magick over my skin.

I am lost in the sensation of their touch, drowning in their desire.

Thorne lifts me up, carrying me over to the bed. He lays me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine. Flint and Caine follow, surrounding me on either side.

Thorne's lips find mine again as Flint's hands begin to explore my body. His fingers trace the curve of my hip and then slip beneath the waistband of my jeans. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips as Caine's fingers tighten once again around my throat.

I can feel the energy between us building, the magick coursing through our veins. It's intoxicating.

Thorne's hands are everywhere, tearing at my clothes as he strips me, revealing the bare skin beneath. His lips leave mine, travelling down my neck and over my breasts, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Flint uses magick to rid me of the rest of my clothes before he slides his fingers over my clit. He brings them to my mouth to suck. Moaning, I writhe on the bed. He knows exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel good.

Caine's lips brush against my ear as he whispers, "You're ours now, Violet. Forever."

I feel myself losing control, surrendering to the sensations coursing through my body when Thorne spreads my legs, giving him access to my pussy. He lowers his mouth to me and licks my clit, finding my most sensitive spots, teasing and exploring. The sensation is overwhelming, heightened by Flint's hands roaming my body and Caine tugging on my nipple with his teeth.

Pleasure builds rapidly as Thorne works his magick between my thighs. I arch my back, pressing closer to his talented mouth. Flint captures my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans.

Caine rolls my other nipple between his fingers. The contrasting sensations make my head spin with desire.

"Let go," Thorne murmurs against my pussy. "We've got you, princess."

His words push me over the edge. I cry out as waves of ecstasy crash over me. My body trembles as the three of them hold me through my climax.

Before I can catch my breath, Thorne is naked, on his knees and stroking his cock before he drags me closer to him and enters me in one smooth thrust. I gasp at the delicious stretch from his thick cock, and I quiver, my body convulsing, ready for another release.

"Mine," he growls, setting a steady rhythm.

Flint and Caine worship every inch of my skin with their hands and mouths. The room fills with our mingled moans and sighs of pleasure.

I lose myself in the tangle of limbs and sensations, surrounded by the men I can't live this life without.

Thorne increases his speed, his cock coated with my juices as he pounds into me. The bed creaks beneath us as he drives deeper with each thrust, bruising my hips. I clutch at his wrists, nails digging into his skin as pleasure builds inside me again.

Flint's fingers circle my clit in time with Thorne's thrusts. The stimulation has me spiralling rapidly towards another climax. Caine captures my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries of ecstasy.

"That's it, snowdrop," Caine murmurs. "Let us hear you."

"Come for us, Violet," Thorne commands, his voice rough with desire.

My body arches off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Thorne stiffens, groaning as he unloads into me, hot jets spurting deep inside.

Before I've even come down from my high, Flint is pulling me onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against me.

"My turn," he growls, lifting me up and impaling me on his length in one swift motion .

I cry out at the sudden fullness, still sensitive from my previous orgasms. Flint sets a punishing pace, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

Caine moves behind me, his chest pressing against my back. His hands cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. The added stimulation has me gasping, overwhelmed by sensation.

Thorne watches us with hooded eyes, his hand lazily stroking his cock as it hardens again. The sight of him touching himself while watching us fuels my arousal even further.

"You're ours," Flint growls, thrusting up into me. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I moan, my voice breaking as pleasure builds inside me once more. "All of yours."

Caine's hand slips between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. I cry out, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Bite me, baby girl. Feed from me," Flint pants.

I don't hesitate before I sink my fangs into Flint's neck. His hot Dragon blood floods my mouth as I drink deeply. The taste of him on my tongue, sliding down my throat, giving me sustenance is enough to bring tears to my eyes. There are no words to describe how close I feel to him in this moment. Whimpering against his jugular as I drink deeply, my body jerks, wanting another orgasm, but I hold back. I edge myself, knowing it will be mind-blowing when it does happen.

Flint groans, his hips jerking erratically as he shoots his load into me with a blissed-out expression. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with his release. I remove my fangs from his neck and grunt as Caine pulls me off Flint's lap. He positions me on my hands and knees, then enters me from behind with a low growl. His thick length stretches me deliciously as he sets a steady rhythm.

Thorne moves in front of me, his rock-hard cock level with my face. I take him into my mouth eagerly, matching the pace of Caine's thrusts. Flint watches us with heavy-lidded eyes, stroking himself back to hardness.

I lose myself in the arousal, surrounded by the men I know I love more than anything.

Caine's thrusts grow more intense as he grips my hips tightly. I moan around Thorne's cock, the vibrations making him groan with pleasure. The room is filled with the sounds of our passion - skin slapping against skin, breathless gasps and low moans.

"You're perfect," Caine growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. "So tight and wet for us."

I whimper in response, needing so much more of them.

Thorne's hand tangles in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper.

The tension builds inside me, a coiling pressure demanding release. Caine senses how close I am and increases his pace, pounding into me relentlessly. Flint's fingers find my clit, rubbing firm circles that have me trembling on the edge .

"That's it, take all of us, snowdrop," Caine grunts, his voice rough with desire.

I cry out around Thorne's cock as he fucks my mouth deeper. My inner walls clamp down on Caine, triggering his own release. He groans, his hips jerking as he fills my pussy with his cum, and his knot inflates inside me, stretching me to capacity.

"Ah!" I scream moments before Thorne spills his load down my throat with a low grunt. I swallow eagerly, savouring his taste, lapping up his cum like a starved woman.

Thorne pulls out of my mouth, his eyes dark with satisfaction. I collapse onto the bed, panting heavily as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me. Caine's knot keeps us joined as he gently moves us to our sides, spooning me from behind.

Flint moves in close, his hand cupping my cheek tenderly. "You okay, baby girl?" he asks softly.

I nod, too blissed out to form words. My body feels wonderfully sated, humming with residual pleasure.

Thorne brushes my hair back from my face, his touch gentle. "You were amazing," he murmurs.

I bask in their affection, feeling cherished and protected. As my breathing slows, I become aware of a new sensation - a warm, pulsing energy flowing between us. It's like our souls are intertwining, forming an unbreakable bond.

"Do you feel that?" I whisper.

"Yeah. You are our mates, Violet, and we are yours. There is no going back now. Are you ready for that? "

I look over my shoulder at Caine and smile. "More than ready. Are you?"

"One million per cent," he replies with a smirk.

Thorne snorts. "Don't even with that shit. But I get what you mean. We are all in, princess. You have us completely."

I close my eyes, focusing on the bond. I can feel each of them distinctly - Flint's fiery passion, Caine's steady strength, Thorne's protective devotion. They surround me, fill me, complete me in a way I never knew was possible until I entered this world of magick and monsters.

I know with absolute certainty that this is where I am meant to be.

Even when Nathaniel bursts into the room, looking a little dishevelled and more than a bit pissed off to find me naked and entangled with these three guys.