Bonus Kaia #3
“We’re not stopping.” He strokes my hair back from my face. “We’re just getting started.”
They arrange themselves around me like they’ve done it a hundred times.
Because they have.
Finn settles beside my head, fingers threading through my hair.
Aspen takes position on my other side, cool hand stroking my arm.
Malrik at the foot of the bed, watching everything with those sharp silver eyes.
Kieran and Darian still pressed close together, still exploring this new thing between them.
Torric keeps fucking me. Slower now, but deep. So deep.
“Look at them,” Malrik instructs. “Kieran and Darian. Look at what you started.”
I turn my head.
They’re not kissing anymore. Darian is on his knees between Kieran’s thighs, and—
Oh.
Oh gods.
Darian has his mouth on Kieran’s cock.
Kieran’s head is thrown back, one hand fisted in Darian’s dark hair, and he’s making sounds I’ve never heard from him. Broken. Overwhelmed. Like a thousand years of control is crumbling under the wet heat of Darian’s mouth.
“He’s never—” I gasp as Torric hits something inside me that makes stars burst. “Has he ever—”
“Not with a man,” Malrik says. “Not in centuries. Darian’s the first one he’s let close enough.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I know.” Malrik’s hand wraps around his own cock. Strokes lazily. “Finn. Go help.”
Finn perks up. “Help how?”
“However you want. Surprise me.”
This isn’t new either — the four of them circling each other.
Malrik and Finn are solid, unshakeable, but they’ve both had their eyes on Kieran and Darian for a while now.
We’ve talked about it late at night, tangled up in each other, whispering fantasies.
What it might look like. Who would break first.
Turns out it’s all of them. At once.
Finn grins. Presses a kiss to my forehead. “Be right back, Trouble.”
He crawls across the bed toward Kieran and Darian. Settles behind Kieran. Starts kissing his neck, his shoulders, his jaw. Kieran shudders.
“Finn—”
“Shh.” Finn’s voice is warm. Gentle. “Just let us take care of you.”
Darian does something with his tongue. Kieran’s hips jerk up. Finn holds him down, laughing softly.
“There you go,” Finn murmurs. “There’s our ancient dragon. All undone for us.”
I watch them. Three men tangled together. Finn’s mouth on Kieran’s skin. Darian’s mouth on Kieran’s cock. Kieran falling apart between them.
Torric’s thrusts get harder. “Eyes on me, sunshine.”
I look at him. Golden eyes blazing. Jaw tight with restraint.
“Better.” His hand cracks against my thigh. I yelp. “You’re mine right now. Understand?”
“Yes—”
“Good girl.” He pulls out completely. Flips me onto my stomach. Yanks my hips up. Drives back in.
I scream.
“That’s it.” His hand tangles in my hair. Pulls my head back. “That’s my good girl. You gonna come for me?”
“Yes—”
“Then do it.” His other hand snakes around, finds my clit, presses hard. “Come on my cock. Now.”
I shatter. The orgasm rips through me, and Torric follows a second later with a roar, flooding me with heat. His hips stutter, grinding deep, wringing out every last pulse.
I’m still shaking when he pulls out. Still trying to remember how to breathe.
Before I can recover, Aspen is there. Rolling me onto my back. Sliding inside with that cool, controlled precision that makes my oversensitive body jolt.
“Shh.” His thumb strokes my cheekbone. “Let me bring you back down.”
His pace is the opposite of Torric’s. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke hitting exactly where I need it.
Somewhere to my left, I hear Kieran finally break. A ragged sound torn from deep in his chest as he comes down Darian’s throat. Finn is still there, still holding him, murmuring praise.
“Good,” Finn whispers. “So good, Kieran. You’re so fucking hot when you let go.”
Malrik appears above me. Strokes my face while Aspen fucks me slow.
“Having fun, Nightshade?”
“Understatement,” I manage.
“Good.” His hand slides into my hair. Grips. Pulls my head back, exposing my throat. “Because we’re nowhere near done.”
His mouth finds my neck. Teeth scraping. Biting down on that spot that makes me clench.
The contrast is devastating. Aspen cool and controlled inside me, hitting that perfect angle with every measured stroke. Malrik hot and aggressive above me, marking my throat like he’s claiming territory.
“You feel that?” Malrik murmurs against my skin. “How slow he’s going? How precise?”
“Yes—”
“He’s going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. And I’m going to watch.”
Aspen’s thumb finds my clit. Circles. Slow. Patient.
“Look at me,” Aspen says. Quiet command. “I want to see your face when you fall apart.”
I look. Ice-blue eyes. Steady. Certain.
Malrik bites down on my shoulder.
Aspen’s thumb presses harder.
I shatter.
Not just a peak — a full-body collapse. The orgasm rolls through me in waves, my back arching off the bed, Aspen’s name and Malrik’s name tangled together on my lips. I’m shaking, clenching around Aspen, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Aspen follows me over with a soft groan. His composure finally cracking. The sound he makes is quiet, controlled — and somehow the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Malrik gives me exactly thirty seconds to recover.
Then he’s flat on his back, pulling me on top of him.
“Ride me,” he says. Not a request.
I sink down onto him and we both groan. He’s long and perfect and hits everything, and from this angle I control the pace. Control the depth. Control him.
His hands grip my hips, but he lets me set the rhythm.
“There you go,” he breathes. “Take what you need.”
I ride him slow at first. Savoring. His cock is obscene — pretty in a way that shouldn’t be legal. Long and veined and perfectly angled, like it was designed specifically to ruin me.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “Full of Torric. Full of Aspen. And now full of me.”
“Yes—”
“You love this. All of us. Taking turns.”
“I love it—”
“Tell me what else you love.” His hands tighten on my hips. “Tell me what you want.”
From up here, I can see everything. Kieran and Darian tangled together across the bed. Finn watching us with dark eyes, stroking himself slowly. Torric and Aspen recovering, but their gazes fixed on where Malrik and I are joined.
I have all the power right now. On top of him. Surrounded by them.
So I use it.
“I want to watch Finn with you.”
Malrik’s rhythm stutters. Just for a second.
Most people wouldn’t notice. But I’ve been fucking this man for three years. I know every tell. Every micro-expression. And that tiny stutter? That’s Malrik caught off guard. Malrik wanting something he didn’t expect me to offer.
“You want that?” His voice is rougher than before.
“I want to watch him take you apart.” I roll my hips. Clench around him. “The way you take me apart.”
His eyes flash. Something hungry and raw breaking through that perfect control.
“Please,” I add. Just to watch him crack further.
He lifts me off him. I whimper at the loss.
“Finn.” Malrik’s voice carries across the bed, steady despite everything I just saw in his eyes. “Come here.”
Finn disentangles himself from Kieran and Darian. Crosses to us. His cock is hard, leaking, desperate for attention.
“What do you need?” he asks.
“Kaia wants to watch.” Malrik pulls Finn down beside me on the bed. “So we’re going to give her a show.”
Watching Malrik fuck Finn is one of my favorite things in any world.
The way Finn goes boneless under him. The way Malrik controls every movement, every sound. The way they fit together like they were made for each other.
Finn is on his back, legs wrapped around Malrik’s waist, whimpering with every thrust.
“More—Mal, please—”
“Patience.” But Malrik gives him more anyway. Harder. Faster. “Kaia’s watching.”
Finn turns his head. Meets my eyes. Grins even as he falls apart.
“Enjoying yourself, Trouble?”
“You have no idea.”
Darian crawls up beside me. His cock brushes my thigh.
“Mind if I…?”
“God, yes. Please.”
He pushes inside me while I watch Finn and Malrik. The dual sensation — Darian filling me, Finn being filled — makes my head spin.
“Look at them,” Darian murmurs in my ear. “Look how pretty Finn is when he begs.”
“He’s beautiful.”
“So are you.” He thrusts deep. “Watching them while I fuck you. Can you feel it? Through the bond?”
I can. Finn’s pleasure bleeding into mine. Malrik’s sharp satisfaction. Darian’s confident hunger. The whole network of us, tangled together physically and emotionally.
“I’m close,” Finn gasps. “Mal, I’m gonna—”
“Wait for Kaia.” Malrik’s voice is strained. Even he has limits. “She comes first.”
Darian’s hand finds my clit. “You heard him. Come for us, little shadow.”
I do.
The orgasm rips through me, and I feel it cascade through the bond. Finn crying out. Malrik groaning. Darian shuddering behind me.
We all come together. A perfect, devastating wave.
“Okay,” Finn pants into the mattress. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree.
“We should do that more often.”
“We literally do it every year.”
“More than once a year. Monthly. Weekly. Daily.”
“We’d die.”
“Worth it.”
Kieran laughs. Actually laughs. The sound is rusty but real, and it makes everyone stop and stare.
“What?” he demands.
“Nothing,” Darian says. “Just… you laughed. During sex. That’s new.”
“I’m capable of enjoyment.”
“Clearly.” Darian gestures at Kieran’s softening cock. “Very clearly.”
Kieran’s expression does something complicated. Then he reaches out and pulls Darian against his chest.
“Thank you,” he says quietly. Just for Darian. “For pushing.”
“Thank you for letting me.”
They kiss again. Softer this time. Sweet.
Torric groans. “Great. Now I’m hard again.”
“Already?” Aspen raises an eyebrow.
“Look at them. How are you not hard again?”
“Self-control.”
“Liar.”
Aspen’s mouth twitches. “Perhaps slightly hard.”
“Knew it.”
Round two.
Kieran finally pulls me into his lap and sinks inside me with a groan that echoes through the bond.
“Three years,” he breathes against my forehead. “And you still feel like the first time.”
“Good memory?”
“The best.” He rolls his hips up. “Though I plan to make many more.”
Finn plasters himself against Kieran’s back. Starts kissing his neck.
“Room for one more?”
“There’s always room for you.” Kieran reaches back, tangles his hand in Finn’s hair. “Get the oil.”
My brain whites out for a second. “Wait—are you going to—”
“Only if you want to watch.” Kieran’s golden eyes gleam. “Do you want to watch, Kaia? Do you want to see Finn fuck me while I’m inside you?”
I can’t speak. I just nod.
Finn’s grin is incandescent. “Best anniversary ever.”
It’s overwhelming.
Kieran inside me. Finn inside Kieran. The three of us moving together in a rhythm that’s somehow perfect despite its impossibility.
“Fuck,” Finn gasps. “He’s so tight. Kaia, you should feel—”
“I can feel it.” Through the bond. Through the way Kieran’s movements go ragged. Through everything. “Keep going.”
Malrik and Torric appear on either side of me. Hands everywhere. Mouths. Malrik’s fingers pinching my nipple while Torric’s teeth scrape my shoulder.
“Touch her,” Malrik instructs Torric. “She’s close.”
Torric’s hand slides between me and Kieran. Finds my clit.
“Come,” Malrik orders. “All of you. Together.”
We do.
The orgasm crashes through all seven of us. The bond explodes. For one perfect, blinding moment, we’re not seven separate people — we’re one. Connected. Complete.
Like the Gate, but made of pleasure instead of souls.
Like the alignment, but made of love instead of magic.
Like home.
Bodies are everywhere. The bed was absolutely designed for this, and we’re still tangled in ways that can’t be comfortable but somehow are.
Kieran has me tucked against his chest, his face buried in my hair.
Finn is sprawled across Malrik’s lap, half-asleep already.
Aspen is doing something complicated with a cooling charm that makes everyone sigh in relief.
Torric is starfished across the bottom of the bed, taking up way more space than necessary.
Darian is curled against Kieran’s other side, their fingers loosely intertwined.
“Same time next year?” Finn mumbles. The same thing he says every year.
“Every year,” Kieran responds. The same thing he says back. “For as long as we live.”
“That’s a lot of years.”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to my hair. “I’m looking forward to every single one.”
The bond hums. Warm. Quiet. Whole.
Mouse appears in the doorway. Stares at all of us with ancient, judgmental eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell him. “You knew what this weekend was.”
He flicks his tail. Judgment. Then he picks his way across the bed with careful disdain and curls up on the one pillow nobody’s using.
Walter bobs through the wall. Pulses soft violet.
Family. All of us. Even the weird shadow cat and the cosmic jellyfish.
“I love you,” I say. To all of them. To no one in particular. To the life we’ve built from the wreckage of what we survived.
“Love you too, Trouble.”
“Always.”
“Forever.”
“Eternally.”
“What they said.”
“Same.”
Finn snorts. “That’s the most romantic shit I’ve ever heard. Truly. I’m moved.”
“Shut up and sleep,” Torric grumbles.
“You shut up.”
“Both of you shut up,” Malrik says.
Silence.
Then, predictably, from Finn: “Make me.”
Malrik sighs. The long-suffering sigh of a man who has spent three years managing chaos and wouldn’t have it any other way.
I close my eyes.
Three years ago, I saved the world.
Now I get to live in it.
The End.