Chapter 7 #3
“I—” My words cut into a gasp as Jax spears himself inside me, no more teasing.
I tremble at the way he fills me, my breaths switching to a moan as Pierce does the same seconds later.
“Yes.” I breathe the word, their connections inside me sparking in a way that feels like I’m incinerating from the inside out.
I turn my head, my eyes lust-hazed, my mind swimming with the powers I can’t keep dormant when they’re touching me like this.
“Axl,” I say, smiling as he kisses me. “Do you like this?” I reach my hand through the warm water, finding him hard and aching as I wrap my fingers around him.
I concentrate on the feel of him pumping into my hand, center myself on that bond between us, so playful, so adventurous, and grip the power radiating there.
The water, controlled by his magic I hold, yields to me, swirling around his cock in time with my strokes.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Yes. That feels so good.”
His words make my already warm skin even hotter, or that could be the way Jax and Pierce are fucking me at the same time at a perfect pace, one thrusting as the other pulls back.
I’m a well of sensation and power and bonds, all melting together to create something I may never survive.
I don’t care. It feels too right, too good, too everything.
“Kal,” I whimper, my core clenching around Jax as he pumps into me, keeping rhythm with Pierce. “Please,” I say, parting my lips and flicking my eyes down to where his body disappears beneath the water.
He shudders, moving to the other side of us, his cock brushing my jaw as he climbs onto the shallow ledge.
“You sure?” he asks.
I suck him into my mouth in answer. His groan is everything, sending tingles down my spine.
My thighs clench around Jax’s hips, Pierce holding me up from behind as I stroke Axl and suck on Kal. The four of them consuming me in this way, all at once, our bonds blazing with passion, sends me nearly into madness. My Legends of Chaos, indeed.
I could die here—again—and be happy.
But where’s the fun in that?
I want to live.
I want to live with them forever.
The certainty of that snaps through me, a welcome conviction that makes me feel stronger, more powerful than ever before.
I moan around Kal’s length, relaxing my jaw as much as possible as he pumps into my mouth.
“Fucking look at you,” Kal groans. “Taking all of us at once. Our mate.”
“Perfection,” Pierce adds, his word short and tense as he pumps into that tight space, driving me right up to the edge again.
“Made for us,” Axl says, thrusting into my strokes, trembling as I keep that water swirling around him.
“You love this, don’t you?” Jax asks, his tone demanding. “Love us ruining you. All at once.”
All I can do is moan my answer, each of them consuming me in a way that feels like an obliteration. We work so well together. We fit so well together. It’s no wonder I was picked for them and them for me.
Their powers bounce and shift, radiating down the bonds with more ferocity the closer they bring me to the edge. The longer they keep me dancing on it.
I don’t know how much more I can take.
It’s all too much and not enough.
Kal’s thrusts increase in speed, his need driving mine, all of ours. Everything speeds up, my head spinning from the pleasure building like a storm beneath my skin.
“I’m coming,” Kal warns, and I shiver as he spills into my mouth. I swallow him down, then gasp for breath as he gently pulls out.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Axl growls, spilling into my hand, his warmth quickly washed away by the water.
“Oh my goddess,” I say, my head falling back against Pierce’s chest as he and Jax unleash themselves on me, their pace quickening.
I can do nothing but hang on as they splinter my being with pleasure that comes in waves. I clench around them both, moaning with release as they both find theirs inside me. It’s an undoing, an unraveling.
Power soars down the bonds, slamming into them so hard, Kal and Axl stumble back a few feet. Jax and Pierce hold on to me but flinch at the onslaught. Their powers are returned, the act feeling like a release of its own, a deep breath after being underwater for too long.
Immediately, I feel lighter, like the mountain on my chest has lifted. I can breathe fully. Those golden bonds inside me purr with satisfaction.
“I’m . . . sorry,” I say through my heaved breaths as Pierce and Jax gently slip out of me.
“It’s all right,” Pierce says, softly kissing my neck. You’ve done nothing wrong. He speaks the latter directly into my mind.
Axl coaxes the water around us to swirl in gentle waves, flicking his fingers with a smile on his lips.
Kal levitates out of the water, soars to the other side of the room, and wraps a towel around his hips. Watching him fly, the joyful look on his face, is everything.
And then there’s a wave of warmth that radiates inside my soul, a pulsing of contentment washing over my entire being. Jax’s power. The other side of it. No nightmares or terrors, just happiness. Safety. All the things he knows I need to feel right now.
“I—”
I’m crushed by a weight that steals my words. Their powers snap back to me like a string stretched too tightly. I grit my teeth but manage to hold on to my senses this time.
Am I getting used to it? This uncontrollable back-and-forth?
I shake my head, noting the pool of water around us has gone still without Axl playing with it. I can no longer feel Pierce in my mind or Jax’s calm washing over me. And Kal, he’s rooted to the floor, but a supportive smile still shapes his lips.
“Tomorrow,” I say, looking at each of them, their sated, loving expressions doing everything to keep reality at bay. “I promise, I’ll be ready to focus on everything tomorrow.” I catch my breath, slipping into my best please face. “Can we just have the rest of tonight?”
“That’s not fair,” Axl says as he hauls me against him, hugging me like he never wants to let me go. “You can’t use that look. I’m helpless against it.”
“Good to know,” I tease, resting my head against his chest.
“Tomorrow,” Pierce says.
“Thank you,” I whisper, exhaustion encircling me as they take turns washing me—my hair, my arms, legs, body. It’s almost ritualistic, with the silence settling around us, filled with everything we’re not discussing.
And by the time I’m clean and rinsed, dried off, and we’re all settling into Jax’s bed, I know there’s really only one thing I can say right now with any sort of certainty.
“I love you,” I whisper into the dark. “All of you.”
They echo the sentiment, and I hold fast to the assurance as I allow sleep to take me, hoping with everything in me that I don’t wake up tomorrow on that endless staircase to find this has all been a dream.