Chapter 51 #2
She turned fully onto her side, tucking herself against him. Her cheek pressed into the center of his chest, settling just above his heart.
“Kaelith thought that you and I would share a mental connection, too?” She crunched her nose, thinking. “Because of the blood sharing and…”
…the mind-blowing, mind-meld sex that came after?
“That just made me sure,” Kaelith said, still focused on the monolith. He raised a finger and drew a slow circle across its upper curve.
“He thinks we’ve been capable of connecting like that all along.” Fenn paused before he exhaled. “But that I’ve been resisting it. That I’ve buried too much. Spent too long pretending how I felt didn’t matter.”
“I believe my exact words involved a very large stick,” Kaelith drawled, “jammed into a particularly dark, humorless hole.”
Rynna snorted.
“That’s what she used to say about a mean old crone in the Hearth,” Kaelith added. “Didn’t walk—clomped. Like her spite lived in her knees.”
Rynna bit her lip, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. That old twat had practically clanked when she moved. And yes—absolutely—stick up her ass.
You think that’s funny?
The growl wasn’t spoken aloud. It echoed in her mind, velvet-dark and filled with heat.
She froze, uncertain she’d heard it at all.
Then Fenn’s fingers pressed, slipping further down, under the drawstring of her pants. And a sudden image bloomed behind her eyes: his teeth grazing the curve of her neck with a possessive pressure that sent a flush racing under her skin.
Fuck, she thought, heat boiling low in her belly. The man learns fast.
“Ouch!” Kaelith jerked his hand back from the monolith, thumb sliding into his mouth. A small smear of blood marked the stone where his skin had split.
“Looks like the story has teeth,” he muttered.
He turned, lips parting as if to speak again—before his eyes landed on Rynna. And he froze. Then, slowly, deliberately, his tongue flicked out, tasting the air.
“Oh my.” His voice hugged her as his lashes lowered and he took them both in.
“What have I missed?” His pout was exaggerated, teasing. “I thought we agreed—‘out loud from now on.’”
The air shifted and, in an instant, a memory played in vivid detail behind her eyes—Kaelith’s hand twisted tight in her hair, wrenching her head back, his breath hot on her throat as his tongue flicked along the sensitive bend of her neck.
“Kae!” she choked, his name catching in her throat. “The world is ending,” she managed, voice unsteady. “Now is not the time—”
Fenn’s fingers slid lower, the pads of them parting her with practiced ease. He found her clit and circled it once, then again—dragging strokes just hard enough to make her thighs tremble.
“Wha—” Her back arched into Fenn, hips canting as heat crashed through her, and Kaelith stalked toward them.
Then the world burst white and hot as sensations crashed into her—Kaelith driving into her, his hips slamming forward, his cock filling her with every thrust. Tongue on skin—his tongue—sliding up her inner thigh, rough and wet, tasting her.
Teeth scraping, nipping, a growl vibrating against her flesh.
A hard smack to her ass, then the soft touch of his lips over the mark.
Each memory came hard, fast, then vanished—leaving her mind clawing at the next as the rough stubble of Fenn’s jaw grazed her cheek.
“We can’t do anything until the moon comes up.” His teeth closed on the side of her neck, just above her collarbone. Not gentle. Not cruel. Perfect.
Stars exploded behind her eyelids.
“What?” she panted, barely holding on. “How do you know that?”
Fenn released her neck with a long, unhurried nip of his teeth. “He figured out the etching. The moon will light the way for those with eyes to see.”
I told him, Kaelith added inside her head, a smirk woven into every word. Apparently, the mind-speak links all three of us. I wasn’t sure until just now.
“All three of us?” Her voice faltered.
How was that even possible?
Fenn adjusted behind her, spreading her wider in his lap. Two fingers slid deep, filling her, then hooking upward.
Oh my fuck. Her vision blurred as she tried to focus on what she’d just been told.
Kaelith crouched in front of her, forearms resting on his knees. His eyes lifted, not to her, but just past her shoulder—still, for a beat. Then something in his face shifted. Not softer. Not harder. Just…set. He looked at her then, gaze moving over her like he already knew what came next.
Wait.
Her thoughts tangled, haze thickening.
Were they—
Her body tensed, panic and arousal battling for ground.
She twisted in Fenn’s lap, trying to escape the spiraling tension, but his mouth clamped back onto her neck, tongue licking over the mark he’d just made.
At the same time, his fingers pushed deeper while his thumb massaged her, circling once, then grinding down.
Fuck, I’m gonna— The thought barely formed as her hips bucked, muscles tightening.
Behind her, Fenn let out a rough sound, barely controlled. His hand shifted, cupping her fully, palm pressed against her soaked flesh as his fingers curled deep inside her. Holding her there. Letting her ride it out.
Her body seized once more, then gave out all at once, muscles slackening, as she sagged fully into Fenn’s lap.
For a moment, nothing moved. Just her pulse slamming behind her eyes.
She blinked. Once. Twice. The haze peeled back in sluggish strips.
Kaelith came into focus first, crouched in front of her like a man savoring every second of her unraveling. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw set—his gaze hungry.
“You weren’t supposed to finish her, wolf,” he said finally, his voice smooth, amused. “We were just getting started.”
“We?” Her voice fractured. She shook her head, trying to pull herself fully back into her body.
Behind her, Fenn shrugged. “I may have gotten a little carried away. But whatever you were doing in her head…”
She felt his hips shift behind her, the thick press of him rigid against her back—hard, heavy, and not even pretending to hide it.
“Our coordination was clearly off.” Kaelith sank back onto his heels.
“Coordination?” Her eyes darted between them before settling on Fenn. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“You wanted both of us,” he said softly. “Demanded it.”
Her throat tightened.
“Yes.” The word slipped out as she craned her neck, searching Fenn’s face.
There was no way…
Crazy, three-way, healing sex was one thing. It was temporary, fueled by adrenaline and a desperate need to survive. But this? Right now? This was something else.
What if—
“None of us wins the ‘what if’ game, Rynna,” A flicker passed over his expression. “I don’t know how long any of us have. If this war doesn’t kill us…” He hesitated. “…the Weaving may still take you.”
Rynna opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
“We should each of us be dead already,” he continued, voice calm. “Here. Now. It’s all borrowed time.”
Then he looked past her to Kaelith and gave the barest nod.
“And I have zero intention of wasting it.”
“Fenn…” Her hand rose before she knew why, fingertips tracing his jaw as he tilted his head back, tracking the fading light bleeding gold across the sky.
“There’s at least three hours until the moon rises.” His throat worked as he chose his words. “There’s nothing else we can do until then.”
He moved. Muscles flexed beneath his skin as he shrugged out from under her. His fingers spread against the stone, nails lengthening into obsidian-tipped talons. He dragged them over the surface, scouring deep gouges into the ground, pinning her in place with only the heat in his eyes.
“Fuck,” she drawled as her lungs forgot their purpose.
Then he raised one shear-tipped hand to trail along her collarbone.
Her mouth fell open at the touch, and her balance tipped, body folding back into Kaelith’s waiting arms behind her.
“You want us?” Kaelith’s voice was rough against her neck. “Then take us.”