Chapter 26 #2
When his tongue circles my clit, he adds two fingers inside me, curling just right to make me thrash against Zephyr.
His arms tighten around me, a deep laugh tickling my ears.
Niko pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me.
I nearly sob from the sensation. It’s too much, but my greedy body also wants more.
“I—Niko—I can’t—”
“You can,” Zephyr says. All my excuses die on my lips. “And you will.”
Zephyr adjusts his hold on me. One of his hands rests under my breasts, and my nipples pebble in anticipation.
I’m keenly aware that I’m the only one naked here, and they’re both still very much clothed.
I should feel intimidated, but I don’t. I feel like a damn queen being worshiped by two incredibly sexy admirers.
Still, I want to get them out of their clothes, and soon.
Niko is relentless as he alternates between sucking and teasing my clit. His fingers move in rapid succession, drawing out moan after moan. My pussy clenches around them, desperate for more. The combination is maddening, and my entire body clenches with need.
Just as I feel like I’m close to the edge and can’t handle any more…
everything stops, and a strangled, anguished cry bursts from me.
But then Niko pulls back with a smug smirk.
His lips are wet with my desire, and he looks up at me with his pupils blown wide.
I can’t help but whimper at the loss. I’m so damn close… He can’t stop yet.
“She’s close,” he echoes my thoughts.
“Good.” Zephyr steps around me now, guiding me gently to the bed. “Lie back, Evangeline. We’re far from done. Your king needs more of his mate.”
I obey, heart pounding. My legs barely keep me upright, but I manage to crawl onto the bed with a little help from Zephyr.
I can’t seem to stay still, my entire body vibrating with pent-up need.
The sheets are cool against my overheated skin, the carved wood of the canopy bed wrapping around me like a throne.
I feel like something sacred here. Revered. Even though what we are about to do is far from sacred, and actually downright sinful. These fae will be the death of me, but I think I’d welcome it happily.
Zephyr takes his time stripping Niko. With each layer that comes off, my heart hammers in anticipation. Niko’s full body on display is an artist's dream; every dip and curve needs to be professionally captured. Muscles from years of hard work make me want to kiss every part of his sculpted body.
Zephyr is next to strip. He sheds his tunic slowly, revealing lean, muscled strength beneath.
There are scars on his torso—presumably reminders of battles past. I want to ask about them, to run my tongue over each one, but the closed-off look he gives me stills the thought.
He might be commanding me now, but he’s not mine.
This is for Niko’s benefit, and I’d do well to remember that.
Still, it doesn’t mean I can’t admire his gorgeous body.
Niko moves onto the bed, and Zephyr climbs behind him, murmuring something in his ear too quiet for me to hear. Whatever he says makes Niko shudder.
Then Zephyr wraps his hand around the back of Niko’s neck, guiding him toward me. “Take her. Now.”
Niko doesn’t hesitate. He crawls over me, pressing a kiss to my mouth that’s hot and desperate, stealing my breath away. I taste my arousal on him, but it only makes the kiss hotter. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs against my lips.
It is a lot, but I’m too far gone to stop this now. It’s a lot, and yet I yearn for more. I need him like I need the air in my lungs. Hell, I’ve needed him since our ceremony, and I’m not losing this chance. I wrap my legs around his hips. “Please, Niko. I need you.”
Whatever hesitations he had are gone in the blink of an eye.
He caresses my cheek, sweet and gentle. He lowers himself, kissing my neck.
It’s the perfect distraction, as I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance.
I whimper, digging my heels into his back.
That’s all the permission he needs to thrust in one easy go, sheathing himself inside me.
My mouth drops open in a gasp. There’s a little pain, followed by pleasure. He’s big, really big. My walls tighten around him, desperately trying to adjust to his size and girth. My back arches, and Niko groans as he bottoms out. My nails dig into his back as a low whimper leaves my lips.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So perfect for me, Evangeline.”
Behind him, Zephyr kneels, fingers splayed on Niko’s hips. “Don’t go too fast. Make her feel it. Show her how good your cock is. How good it can make her feel.”
And Niko listens. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in with devastating control. Each roll of his hips is deliberate. Deep. My body jolts with each movement, and I grip the sheets hard. My gaze drifts between both fae, memorizing their faces and the soft moans they make.
Zephyr trails kisses down Niko’s spine, hands roaming over his body as if he owns it. He touches him with a familiarity that comes from years of being lovers. I can’t help but wonder if Niko and I will become as familiar.
The sight alone undoes me. Watching Niko—so powerful and dominant—give himself over like this to Zephyr’s touch makes my throat tighten with something I can’t name. No matter how much I remind myself Zephyr isn’t mine, my heart can’t seem to remember that. It wants him as much as it wants Niko.
Foolish heart.
“You love her,” Zephyr says softly into Niko’s ear. My body tenses, hearing those words leave his lips. Love? Certainly not so soon. That’s not possible, and yet…
A few weeks ago, I never thought a world like this existed.
I’ve seen the impossible, so finding love is plausible.
Especially the way my heart skips a beat at the thought of being loved.
No one has loved me in a very long time, and I don’t realize how empty I’ve been until this moment.
Ender said we were a match. Maybe we truly are soulmates in every sense of the word.
Niko moans, thrusts faltering. “Yes.” The word is clear, confident.
It’s not a confession in the heat of the moment he’ll take back either.
There’s no mistaking his answer for anything other than the truth.
My heart lurches, desperate to hear it again, but scared to think about my own feelings, which are a tangled mess I can’t unwind.
Not with him sheathed inside me. I can’t be trusted with what will come out of my mouth.
“And you trust me?” Zephyr purrs into Niko’s ear, reaching for a small vial of oil sitting on the bedside table.
“Yes.”
Zephyr pulls Niko up onto his knees and uncaps the vial. He pours the contents into his hand, rubbing his fingers together suggestively. My eyes widen as I realize what’s about to happen. I’ve seen them together before, even though I shouldn’t have. But now…I’ll be a part of it.
“Then let me in,” he murmurs. “Let me fuck you while you take your wife, mate.”
Niko trembles above me, forehead dropping to mine.
“Are you okay?” he whispers. His eyes search mine for any signs of hesitation.
Even though he’s barely holding on by a thread, his first reaction is to make sure I’m okay.
I’m certain if I said I didn’t want this, he would stop, no questions asked.
Except I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please. I want this. I want both of you.” My voice cracks, desperation ringing out around us. I swear I hear Zephyr let out a groan.
Niko nods, and the next moment, I feel the shift. Zephyr’s hand on Niko’s back, the sharp intake of breath, the tension in Niko’s thighs. His body trembles on top of mine. I can’t see what’s going on, but I imagine Zephyr’s fingers sliding into Niko to prepare his mate for his cock.
“Fuck…” Niko grits out, his voice ragged, like he’s barely holding on.
Every muscle in his body goes taut as he sinks deeper inside me, his hips jerking in uneven, desperate thrusts.
My back arches instinctively, chasing every inch of him, every drag of friction that threatens to tear me apart in the best possible way.
I scream out, but my words are unintelligible, even to me.
Behind him, Zephyr lets out a low, wicked chuckle, clearly amused.
His hand clamps down hard on Niko’s hips, taking control.
He moves Niko’s body like a puppet on strings, forcing him to thrust into me, slow, shallow rolls that have me clawing at the sheets, crying out with every maddening inch.
Niko’s shoulders tense, and I know he’s close.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, breathless and trembling. “More—please.”
Zephyr hums, pleased by the way I beg. Niko’s breath shudders against my skin, moaning low in my ear. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and I desperately want him to do it again.
“You hear that?” he murmurs in Niko’s ear. “She wants more. Are you going to give it to her, or do I have to show you how it’s done?”
Niko growls low in his throat, meeting his challenge. His hips snap harder under Zephyr’s grip, driving deeper into my pussy. My body convulses, and I scream. Or he screams. I’m no longer certain.
He then slows, panting hard as he desperately tries to even out his breathing. The air is thick with sweat, need, and something deeper—something dangerous. I’m not sure who’s in control anymore. All I know is I’m caught between them, unraveling, and loving every second of it.
Zephyr murmurs in Niko’s ear again, turning the tips of my mate’s ears red, the flush creeping down his back.
I hate that I can’t hear them, even if it makes this moment more exciting.
He positions himself behind Niko, pressing hungry kisses to his neck.
Zephyr fists his cock before guiding himself inside Niko.
Niko lets out a string of expletives, body shaking as he’s filled by his powerful mate.
“Fuck…” Niko groans. It’s such a hot sight, I know it’ll forever be seared into my memory.
I barely get to enjoy it though, because then Niko starts moving fast again, but this time, there’s more desperation.
More power. Each thrust rocks me against the bed as Zephyr takes him from behind, setting a rhythm that drives Niko deeper into me.
I’m powerless to do anything other than take it.
The crude sounds of us fucking—moans, gasps, the slap of skin on skin—fill the room. The firelight flickers across their bodies, painting them gold and shadow. They both look like the kings they are. A thin sheen of sweat coats their bodies.
I’m drowning. Lost in the overwhelming stretch of Niko’s cock inside me, the way he moves, the way my body clings to him like it was made for this. Maybe I am. Every thrust punches breath from my lungs, but it’s not just him that has me unraveling.
It’s Zephyr.
He watches from above, eyes locked on mine like a predator.
There’s heat there—dark, molten hunger—and it pins me in place more than any touch ever could.
He’s not touching me, and yet I feel him.
He’s in control, guiding Niko’s movements with a possessive grip on his hips, making him fuck me hard and deep, just the way he wants it.
And I feel it—how much he needs this. Needs us.
Something passes between us. A spark. A claim. He may insist I’m not his, may deny the bond gnawing at the edge of his soul—but his eyes tell another story. One laced with need and jealousy and a hunger so fierce it threatens to consume us all.
I moan, caught between them, utterly wrecked and desperate for more.
“So tight around me,” Niko pants. “You feel like paradise, Evangeline.”
“She’s trembling,” Zephyr growls. “She’s close.”
I can’t answer because he’s right. My body’s already coiled too tight, breath ragged. I’m not going to last much longer.
“Let go,” Niko begs. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Zephyr grabs Niko’s jaw and tilts his face toward him. “Make her scream, or I’ll stop.” It’s a dare that drives Niko.
That pushes him over the edge. His hand snakes between us, finger finding my clit as he teases me, rubbing me just the way I like it.
He thrusts harder, faster, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I shatter beneath him, crying out his name as my orgasm crashes through me.
It’s hard, fast, electric. I feel it throughout my body.
My walls clamp down around him, and Niko curses, losing his rhythm, hips sputtering.
Zephyr’s voice is rough. “Now.”
With a final growl, Niko jerks forward and spills inside me, his face twisted in bliss.
He’s beautiful. They both are. I can’t voice this because I can’t find my words.
I should be concerned that I just let my husband come in me, but I’m not.
I still have birth control tucked away in my suitcase.
A heartbeat later, Zephyr buries himself deep in Niko and, with a choked cry, comes inside of him.
We collapse in a tangled heap—sweaty, panting, bodies still humming with aftershocks. My body feels like lead, and a deep, peaceful tiredness washes over me.
Zephyr pulls out first and lies beside us, his hand brushing my hair back from my damp forehead.
There’s something soft in his expression—something raw and unguarded he’s never shown me before.
He doesn’t look at me long, but it’s there all the same.
He turns from me, focusing back on Niko, like he had to remember that Niko is his mate and not me.
“Are you both okay?” he asks.
Niko can’t speak. He just nods and gathers me close, still buried inside me, like he can’t bear the thought of letting go. I make no move to escape him. My body feels too heavy, and there’s a comfort with him this close.
I curl into Niko, then reach for Zephyr. I shouldn’t, but after what we did, he can’t deny this simple touch. It’s innocent enough. Still, he hesitates, warring with himself, but finally lets me take his hand.
For the first time, we’re all touching. Connected in a way we haven’t been before.
Not just sex. Not just escape. This—whatever it was—felt like something more. Something real.
A lazy smile tugs at my lips as I nuzzle into Niko’s shoulder, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me deeper. He’s safety and warmth. I feel a sense of belonging I haven’t dared to crave before, and I found it in these two fae males.
“Sleep,” I whisper, the word barely carried on breath. And then the world softens, the edges blur, and I finally surrender—to rest, to him, to us, hoping they’ll follow me.