Chapter 30 #2
Before the sound faded, Vesryn came close enough that his shoulder nearly brushed Fenn’s. He laid a hand on Serenna’s thigh, his fingers edging toward the inner curve before stopping.
Serenna met his eyes. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Vesryn’s pupils narrowed to draconic slits. His grip tightened once before his hand slid higher.
Fenn’s thumbs paused against her shoulders. He lowered his mouth to her earlobe, fangs grazing gently. “I thought you’d never ask him.”
Vesryn’s fingers twitched at the crease of her thigh, then slipped just far enough beyond it to steal Serenna’s breath.
Fenn growled against her ear. His hips rolled into her, the hard length of him sliding along the curve of her spine.
Vesryn’s mouth tightened as he looked past Serenna to Fenn. “Problem?”
Fenn huffed a laugh, his palms kneading her shoulders while his hips kept their slow rhythm. “Surely you can sense it’s the opposite of a problem. Don’t keep us waiting.”
“I’m doing this for her.” The words came low, nearly bitten off, but Vesryn’s hand never ceased.
His fingers traced the edge of her entrance, skimming close enough to make her hips lift after them.
He paused there until Serenna opened her knees wider.
Satisfaction darkened his gaze before he pressed the heel of his palm over the sensitive swell.
Serenna ground into his hand, chasing the friction through the water.
She rocked back against Fenn’s length. His breath broke at her neck, thumbs faltering against her shoulders. He rolled his hips again, pushing her deeper into Vesryn’s touch.
Vesryn met the motion with a turn of his wrist, the heel of his hand grinding against her. Pleasure bowed her between them and tore a rough cry from her throat.
Vesryn inhaled sharply. His other hand closed around her hip, holding her against Fenn as his touch changed with every sound she made—firmer when she gasped, slower when she trembled, merciless when she bucked into his palm.
Fenn’s breath rasped across her neck. The hard ridge of him rocked into the base of her spine as Vesryn’s hand moved between her thighs.
Violet water lapped at Serenna’s ribs, ripples folding around their bodies as steam drifted low across the surface.
Fenn’s palms slid from her shoulders, skimmed her collarbones, and closed over her breasts. His thumbs swept across her nipples so slowly that a hiss slipped through her teeth.
Each pass sent another tremor through her skin. She arched into his touch, and Vesryn turned toward her, the hard length of him brushing along her thigh beneath the water. Serenna slipped her hand between them and closed it around him.
A rough groan broke between Vesryn’s teeth. His pleasure surged through the bond, and Fenn shuddered behind her in response, his grip tightening against her skin.
“Serenna—” Vesryn caught her wrist and drew her hand from him, pressing her palm to her thigh. “Not yet.”
His hips followed her retreating hand before he forced himself still. “Just take it,” he rasped, circling where she ached above her entrance before skimming lower.
Serenna’s legs tightened around him. Her hand closed against Fenn’s thigh, nails biting crescents into his skin.
“There’s my she-elf,” Fenn murmured at her ear.
Vesryn’s hand drove her back against Fenn. The next roll of Fenn’s hips shoved her forward. Serenna matched them, rocking between their bodies, taking more from each.
Fenn’s mouth brushed the pulse beneath her jaw. His thumb swept across her nipple, timing each pass with Vesryn’s touch between her thighs.
Then his fangs grazed the side of her neck.
Serenna’s hips jerked into Vesryn’s palm, a low moan slipping past her lips.
Vesryn’s fingers stilled. “Do you want his venom?”
Serenna nodded, too breathless to form words.
Vesryn’s eyes flicked to Fenn over her shoulder. His palm moved in a slow circle until her thighs trembled and a whimper slipped free.
“Bite her.”
A growl rolled from Fenn’s chest and vibrated through Serenna’s ribs, the hard length of him jerking against her. The challenge between them sharpened Vesryn’s touch. He bore down between her thighs, forcing a cry from her while his stare remained locked on Fenn.
The possessiveness gathered molten in her middle as both of them claimed her, neither willing to yield. She arched into Vesryn’s hand, welcoming the rivalry Fenn had provoked.
Fenn’s grip tightened over her breast while his other claw tangled in her hair and drew her head back, baring her throat.
“I like it when you give orders, princeling.”
Vesryn’s nostrils flared. “Then stop talking.” His free hand closed over her other breast, rough where Fenn had teased. Between her thighs, his palm pressed harder, and Serenna’s gasp deepened into a moan. “And bite her.”
Fenn’s fangs pierced her throat, and Serenna’s hips bucked against Vesryn’s palm. Venom slid in as ice, then warmed a winding path straight to her heart. Every nerve blazed alive as Fenn withdrew.