Chapter 36
Orion
She’s still shaking when Kieran catches my eye over her shoulder.
We don’t need words. Three orgasms deep and she’s boneless between us, her magic pulsing in lazy spirals across the ceiling, and we’re both still hard enough to drive nails.
I brush sweat-damp hair from her face. “How are you feeling, Thorn?”
“Destroyed.” Her voice is wrecked. Hoarse from screaming. “In the best way.”
“Good.” I press a kiss to her temple. “Because we’re not done with you yet.”
Her eyes flutter open. Still that endless green—no whites, no pupils, just forest staring back at me. The glamour is gone. This is the real her. The queen underneath.
And she’s about to let us worship her properly.
“There’s something I want to try.” I keep my voice casual. Like my cock isn’t throbbing against her hip. Like I haven’t been thinking about this since the first time I watched her take down three Fae twice her size and wanted to mount her right there in the training ring. “If you’re interested.”
“What kind of something?” Her eyes narrow. “Because if this involves ropes, I need at least another orgasm before I agree to anything that limits my murder options.”
Kieran’s hand slides down her stomach, frost trailing in his wake. “The kind that requires trust.”
“And a mirror,” I add.
Her breath catches. “I’m listening.”
I help her stand on shaky legs, guiding her toward the heavy mirror propped against the far wall. Ornate frame, probably centuries old, the glass slightly warped in a way that makes everything look dreamlike.
Perfect.
“Face it,” I murmur against her ear. “I want you to watch.”
She turns. Catches sight of herself—flushed skin, kiss-swollen lips, thorn patterns spiraling across her ribs in green-gold light. Her hair has gone full pink now, green at the roots, tumbling past her shoulders in waves.
“Gods.” She breathes the word. “I look—”
“Like a queen.” Kieran appears at her side, frost blooming across the floorboards where he steps, still fully dressed because the bastard has more self-control than anyone deserves. “Like everything we’ve been waiting for.”
I strip off my remaining clothes. Watch her eyes track down my body in the mirror, settling on my cock where it juts toward her.
“Orion.” Her voice has gone breathy. “What exactly are you planning?”
“I’m planning to fill you up.” I step behind her, chest to her back, letting her feel how hard I am against her ass. “Both of us. At the same time.”
Her reflection goes still. Processing.
“You mean—”
“I mean Kieran in that pretty cunt.” I roll my hips, grinding against her. “Me in your ass. Every inch of you claimed. Filled so full you can’t think about anything except the two of us inside you.”
The sound she makes isn’t words. It’s pure, desperate want.
“Have you done this before?” Kieran asks. His hands find her hips, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin.
“No.” She swallows. “But I definitely want that.” She breaks off, cheeks flushing.
“Say it.” I nip her earlobe. “Tell us what you want, Thorn. Use that filthy mouth.”
“I want to feel both of you inside me.” The words come out rushed.
Desperate. “I want to watch it happen. I want to be so full of you that I can’t think about anything else.
I want—” She catches my eye in the mirror, and there’s something feral there.
Something that matches the predator in me.
“I want to be ruined for anyone else. Forever.”
Fuck.
My cock twitches against her. Kieran’s eyes have gone dark, that control finally cracking.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.” I reach for the oil on the bedside table and coat my fingers. “But we go slow. And you tell us if anything hurts.”
“I can take it.”
“I know you can.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “But I want you to enjoy every second. Want you begging for more, not gritting through it. Understand?”
“Fine.” She huffs, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips. “Ruin me gently. Whatever.”
“Brat.” But I’m grinning as my slick fingers find the cleft of her ass.
She tenses. Just for a moment. Then forces herself to relax.
“That’s it.” I circle her entrance, not pushing, just letting her get used to the sensation. “Just breathe, Thorn. Let me in.”
Kieran drops to his knees in front of her. Presses his cold mouth to her hip, and she jerks at the contrast—my warm fingers teasing her ass, his winter lips on her skin.
“Watch the mirror, troublesome thing.” His breath ghosts cold across her cunt. “Watch what we do to you.”
Her eyes find the glass. I see her reflection—flushed, trembling, caught between two Fae who would burn worlds for her.
I slide one finger inside.
She gasps. Clenches. Then relaxes around me as I work her open with slow, patient strokes.
“Good girl.” The words slip out before I can stop them.
She shudders. Clenches tighter around my finger before releasing with a sound that’s half moan, half growl.
“I’m not—”
“You are right now.” I add a second finger. “My good girl. Taking everything I give her. Aren’t you?”
The noise she makes is not agreement. But it’s not denial either.
I’ll take it.
Kieran’s mouth finds her cunt, and the moan she releases echoes through the room.
I scissor my fingers gently, stretching her while Kieran’s tongue works her clit. She’s rocking between us now, caught between sensations—my heat behind, his cold in front—her magic pulsing brighter with every passing second.
“More.” She’s begging. I love when she begs. “Please, Orion, I need more.”
“Patience.” The word comes out as a growl. But I add a third finger anyway, because I’ve never been able to deny this woman a single fucking thing. “Almost ready. Almost there.”
She’s so tight around my fingers. So hot. The thought of my cock buried in that heat, with Kieran’s cold filling her cunt at the same time—my vision blurs just imagining it.
“Now.” She’s gripping Kieran’s hair, holding his mouth against her—fuck, that’s hot. “I’m ready. Please. I need you both.”
I withdraw my fingers. Slick my cock with more oil—generous, thorough, because I refuse to hurt her. Position myself at her entrance.
“Look at the mirror.” My voice has gone guttural. “Watch yourself take me.”
Her eyes find the glass just as I begin to push inside.
Slow. So fucking slow. Letting her feel every inch as I slide deep inside her.
“Oh gods.” Her voice breaks. “Oh fuck, that’s—”
“Too much?”
“No.” She pushes back against me, taking more, greedy even now. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
I bottom out with a groan that comes from somewhere primal. She’s so tight it’s almost painful, clenching around me like she never wants to let go.
“Fuck, Thorn.” I press my forehead to her spine, breathing hard. “You feel incredible. So tight. So hot. Made for me.”
“Made for us,” Kieran corrects, rising from his knees. He sheds his clothes comically fast. His cock is hard and leaking, and she reaches for it immediately.
“No.” He catches her wrist, ice crackling where their skin meets. “Hands on the mirror. I want to see you brace yourself for what comes next.”
She plants her palms against the glass. The position arches her back, pressing her ass harder against me, and I have to grit my teeth against the urge to just start fucking.
Kieran is between her and the mirror. I tap her knees a little wider and pull her back to sit on my thighs as his legs settle between her.
“Perfect.” Kieran positions himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging her folds. “Ready, troublesome thing?”
“If you ask me that one more time I’m going to—”
He pushes inside.
Whatever threat she was making dies in her throat. Replaced by a sound I’m going to replay in my head for the next century.
And I feel him.
Through the thin wall separating us, I feel Kieran’s cold where I’m nothing but heat. The pressure. The impossible fullness. Fire and ice buried inside her at once, and the temperature contrast is doing something to all of us that I cannot explain.
Because it’s blowing my fucking mind right now.
“Fuck.” The word rips out of me.
Kieran keens like a wild fox.
“Full.” The word shatters on her lips. “I feel so…gods, I can feel both of you. I can feel where you’re touching through me. Hot and cold and—” She breaks off, a sob escaping. “Don’t move. Don’t either of you fucking move or I’ll come before we even start and I refuse to give you the satisfaction.”
We freeze. All three of us breathing.
This is the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. Literally.
“Okay.” She exhales slowly, and I watch her reflection master itself. “Okay. I’m okay. You can—”
I roll my hips before she finishes the sentence.
She cries out, and Kieran moves with me, opposite rhythm. One pushing in as the other pulls back. We find a pace that makes her toes curl against the cold floor.
“Look at the mirror.” I grip her hip with one hand, her throat with the other. Not squeezing. Just holding. Claiming. “Watch yourself take us both.”
Her eyes find the glass. I watch her watch herself—sandwiched between us, impaled on two cocks, her mouth open in a continuous moan. Thorn patterns spiraling across her skin in real time, reacting to the pleasure, blooming brighter with every thrust.
“So beautiful.” Kieran’s mouth rests on the other side of her neck, his tongue lapping at her throat. “Taking us so well, troublesome thing. Like you were made for this.”
“She was.” I thrust deeper, and she keens. “Caught you, Thorn. Finally fucking caught you and now I’m never letting go.” Another thrust, harder. “Take it. Take all of us. You wanted to be filled? You wanted to be ruined? This is what that looks like.”
“Looks good from where I’m kneeling.” She gasps the word.
That little minx. I pick up the pace.
Kieran matches me, and suddenly we’re fucking her in earnest, driving into her from both ends while she braces against the mirror and takes everything we give her. Fire and ice, over and over, the temperature contrast making her whole body shake.