Chapter 52 #2
It struck without warning, fangs sinking into her mound, right over the deepest point of her core. And every nerve inside her lit up in wild, blinding arcs. She barely registered the snarl behind her before Fenn drove forward, hips snapping against her, hard and final.
Her scream punched free from her throat—ragged, half-choked—just as the serpent around her neck uncoiled and released.
Oxygen rushed in like a flood. Her whole body seized.
The sounds hit next—Fenn, roaring behind her, and Kaelith’s voice in her mind as he spilled down her hot throat, the same wave crashing over all of them.
And then, all the stars, something changed.
Fenn didn’t stop. He pressed deeper, impossibly deep, his body jerking once, then locking tight.
Air trembled in and out of her as her hands slipped on the stone beneath her.
She felt it, felt him, expand in a way that blurred her vision.
Her body resisted, trembled, stretched around the sudden, brutal fullness… then clamped hard, helpless against it.
A second release tore through her, unbidden. Her limbs spasmed. Her teeth found meaty flesh at Kaelith’s thigh, biting down to muffle the scream that shattered what was left of her composure, her mind.
She collapsed. Face-first onto the ground, arms twitching as her knees slipped wide on the stone and her body gave out. Behind her, Fenn folded down with her, his body plastered to her back, each release of air a wild sputter against her neck.
The scrape of the stubble along his jaw caught her skin, and she flinched.
Then, he moved. Just a little.
“Ahhh—” She convulsed, another aftershock slamming into her.
Agony. And lightning. And pleasure so sharp it was indistinguishable from pain.
“Stop,” she gasped. “Don’t move. Don’t—”
Kaelith’s eyes tilted skyward. “I admire the drive, but you might want to wait, wolf. We don’t have time for another round like that.”
Rynna groaned, vision swimming. Her eyes tracked upward. The sun had dropped—lower now, angling toward the horizon. No more than an hour left.
Fenn grunted behind her, shifting again.
“Ah—Fenn—stop!” she hissed. “You’re…stuck.”
The serpents, still wound around her limbs and waist, slithered free as if on cue.
One brushed her cheek, the other trailing down her thigh, before both dissolved back into Kaelith’s skin with a shimmer of light and scale.
He looked at her first, his expression unreadable, then shifted his gaze to the man behind her.
“What do you mean…he’s stuck?” Kaelith asked.
Fenn shifted upright behind her, and the movement pushed him harder against her insides.
The sudden pressure overwhelmed her from within, surrounding her clit in one tight clamp, so completely she jolted forward, mouth falling open in a soft, startled sound.
Her hands scrabbled uselessly against the stone as her body clenched around him again.
“Rynna.” Fenn’s voice came rough, a growl buried in it. His grip on her hips tightened. “You’ve got to stop that.” Another ripple went through him—through them—as his body responded without permission. “Every time you do that, you pull me in deeper.”
“If you don’t want me to come,” she hissed over her shoulder, blinking away the stars bursting behind her eyelids, “then stop fucking me, Fenn.”
He gave a small, experimental tug.
Her entire body shuddered.
“Stop,” she groaned, cheek pressed to the hot stone beneath her, hair sticking to her damp skin.
Fenn went completely still, then. Muscles locked. And for a heartbeat, neither of them moved. She felt him, hard, unyielding, and swollen so firmly inside her it was like he’d anchored himself in place. There was no space left to give.
“Oh…my.” Kaelith had crouched to the side, his hand coming up to his chin in mock contemplation. “Oh, my Elements.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. Then, despite himself, he snorted.
“Wolf,” he said, turning his gaze to Fenn. “Do you know what happens when dogs, and presumably wolves, mate?”
“What does that have to do with—” Fenn started, but the words fractured as his hands clenched reflexively on her thighs. “Fuuuck.”
“What!?” Rynna twisted her neck to look between them, her voice half-panicked, half-strained.
“How long do you think?” Fenn ground out.
“Hopefully not too long.” Kaelith lowered himself into a cross-legged seat, utterly unbothered, reaching for the water skin. “But you should get comfortable. We wouldn’t want to bring her back with a permanent etching of the floor on her cheek. The others would never let her live it down.”
“What in the actual fuck?!” She swiped at him with one hand, and the movement pulled something deep inside her, making Fenn pulse again. The sensation knocked the wind out of her, and her cheek smacked back against the warm stone again.
“I’m so sorry, love.” Fenn’s sigh was warm against the back of her neck. “Let me ease you down while we wait for it to pass.”
He shifted slowly, careful not to jostle their connection. His hands slid along her thighs, guiding her movement as he lowered himself to the ground. Their bodies adjusted with soft, wheezy sounds—half groan, half reluctant pleasure—until he sat cross-legged, her back settling into him.
She tilted her head back, resting against him, and calming her lungs as their hips finally stilled.
“I used to think I could live with you buried inside me, Fenn, but this…” Rynna coughed. “This is a little much.”
“It’s called knotting,” Kaelith said. He’d moved closer, sitting in front of them now, his grin stretched wide as his fingers wove in idle patterns along her calf. “Apparently, the wolf bloodline comes with a few surprises beyond pretty eyes and claws.”
“We should probably avoid this kind of thing in the future.” Fenn let his forehead rest against the back of her head.
I’m sorry. His voice was rough in her mind. I didn’t know that would happen. I’d understand if you don’t—
“If you don’t stop that line of thinking right now,” she cut in, swallowing hard, “I’m going to kick your ass. Once I get off your cock, that is. Then I’m going to kick your ass.”
His shoulders shook as he exhaled, half laugh, half disbelief. “Tiny woman like you?”
What if I’m more animal now, he added, hesitation threading through the words. Or monster.
Then I’ll still love you. She reached back until she found his hand, lacing their fingers together and tugging them to rest on her stomach, holding him there. And I’ll definitely still want to ride this magic peen every chance I get.
Fenn exhaled behind her, startled, then growled low. “Rynna.”
“So much for ‘out loud,’” Kaelith drawled, drawing her gaze forward again.
His grin had faded into something quieter, more open.
His eyes lingered on them both—on the way her body fit against Fenn’s, on their linked hands—like he was memorizing it.
The yearning there wasn’t loud, but it was unmistakable.
It moved through the bond like a breeze through silk, subtle, but certain.
Can I join you? His voice didn’t break the air. It pressed gently into her thoughts, careful. Vulnerable.
Rynna sighed.
Kae… Her lips parted around the name, even though she didn’t speak it aloud. Of course.
He smiled, and the air almost seemed to change at her acceptance.
A hush swept the space, as though even the sky had paused to listen.
Then, light broke through his skin. It started as a faint shimmer along the man’s collarbones, before brightening and spreading in thin, pulsing lines that traced the shape of his muscles.
The glow swelled from within, pushing against the surface like something alive beneath it.
“What…?” Rynna’s mouth fell open.
The light reached its peak, then, just like that, it snuffed out.
His outline blurred, and with a soft rush of air, Kaelith disappeared as his clothes collapsed into a heap where he’d been standing.
And in his place, an eight-foot black serpent slid free from the pile, scales gleaming like wet ink in the fading light.
“Kae?” Rynna stared, transfixed, as the serpent raised its head and fixed its gaze on her.
It slithered toward her with smooth, deliberate movements, the sound of its scales against stone soft and rhythmic.
When it reached her, the serpent’s body ghosted over her calves, then wound upward—first over her thighs, then around her hips and her waist, Fenn’s too.
The slide of its body was textured and hot against her flushed skin, every inch sending a trail of tingling sparks in its wake.
Finally, it looped over her shoulder to settle its head between her breasts. She felt its weight, the solid pressure of its body encircling her, and something inside her unclenched for the first time in a long while.
So much better, Kaelith hummed in her mind, the sound both amused and content.
“Since when can you do that outside of a dream?” Her voice had softened without her meaning to. She leaned back into Fenn behind her, her body melting into the dual embrace.
Since today, I suppose. Kaelith’s coils tightened around her for a heartbeat, then relaxed again.
“So now we wait for the moon to rise?” Fenn said behind her.
“And for you to de-swell,” Rynna added dryly, lifting his hand to her mouth and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through her back. “Yes. And that too.”
And the three of them fell into soundlessness that wasn’t empty. The air still hummed from what they’d shared, but the urgency had burned off, leaving something warmer. Gentle.
Kaelith adjusted his head against her, his mind teasing hers with a private whisper.
Do you think he’d swell like that…if we…rearranged the order? The question landed low and dangerous, threaded with promise.
Her throat tightened at the thought, the sound snagging before she could swallow it down.
Would you like that? he added a moment later.
She hadn’t let herself imagine it before, not really. The possibility of them, tangled together, before the Weaving ripped her away. How, if it came to that…they wouldn’t be alone.
Would you? The words hovered on the end of her tongue.
Kaelith didn’t answer. He only nuzzled closer, his weight settling against her as if he’d found where he finally belonged. Above them, the last of the sunlight slid lower toward the horizon. Moonrise was coming.