Chapter Thirty #2
Then he rocks against me in a slow, languid rhythm, and I feel myself clench around him, greedily consuming his beautiful length. My fire burns white-hot, consuming me from the inside out, and I feel my release building—a dull ache low in my belly that grows more insistent with each passing second.
The sensation spreads through my limbs like molten heat, making my muscles tense and my breath come in short, ragged gasps. Every nerve ending feels alive, hyperaware, as the pressure continues to mount.
“I—can’t—hold—it,” I pant.
Domanikk’s lips brush the shell of my ear, his voice dropping to that low, commanding rumble that makes my thighs tremble.
“Let him see what we do to you, darling. Let him hear how you fall apart when we touch you like this.” His wet tongue slides down my neck; small nips making me gasp. “Show him who makes you burn.”
Heat floods through me, my back arching in response as a whimper escapes my throat. My fingers clutch at Reth’s chest which elicits a deep roar as I seek for an anchor—anything to hold onto—the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.
“That’s it,” Domanikk murmurs, satisfaction thick in his tone. “Don’t hold back. Come for him, my love.”
I’ve longed to hear those words from him, been brought to the brink of my orgasm so many times under his expert hands and mouth. I’ve learnt to control myself from a master, and I’ve finally been given permission for my release.
I surrender entirely to the moment, shed any inhibitions or doubt. I am utterly ruined.
“Oh … yes … oh Gods, yes!”
My body shudders violently as overwhelming heat consumes me from the inside out, white-hot sensations of pure, unfiltered pleasure throbbing and pulsing through every nerve ending.
I feel Reth vibrate and pulse deep inside me as my release clamps tightly around him, my inner muscles contracting rhythmically, drawing him in deeper as my entire body trembles with the force of my orgasm.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt someone come so hard for me. Good girl.”
I pant as the last of my release clears, yet he’s still there, thick and hard inside me.
He leans down, his head near my shoulder.
“Join me.” His voice low and breathy.
I’m confused until Domanikk removes his arms and shifts behind me. I hear his leathers and trousers thud to the floor and feel his rock-hard length press against my rear.
When his arms snake back around my waist and pull me to him, I feel the head of his cock pressing in to join Reth’s.
Oh, sweet Goddess! What is happening?
“Ours,” Reth says, leaning over to kiss Domanikk.
“Ours,” Domanikk agrees and he kisses him back, his movements slow and deliberate, pushing himself further into me with careful precision.
The sensation is overwhelming—I’ve never felt so stretched or full in my entire life.
Every inch of both of them fills me completely, the initial sharp pain gradually rolling into waves of exquisite pleasure that I never want to forget.
I feel the fire start to burn again deep within me as I’m trapped within their embrace, caught between their bodies, Domanikk nearly fully inside me now.
My breath catches in my throat as I adjust to the fullness, to the intensity of being so completely consumed in this moment, by them.
And as they start to rock in unison, moving together in rhythm, both slow and slick with my wetness, I feel their beautiful love.
Every thrust, every breath, every whispered word between us creates a symphony of sensation that washes over me in waves.
The way their bodies move against mine, the heat radiating from their skin, the gentle pressure building and releasing—it all feels like poetry written in flesh and desire—messy, raw and perfect in its imperfection.
Mine.
Reth
I have experienced sex in so many ways: the dirty, guilt-ridden kind, a fleeting pleasure taken fast and hard; the lustful kind, all fucking and no emotion; and the familiar kind, slow and instinctual.
But this?
My chest constricts, breath catching as something ancient and primal clicks into place deep in my bones.
A pull, magnetic and undeniable, thrums through every nerve ending.
My heart stutters, then races, beating in rhythm with hers—I can feel it, that impossible synchronisation I’ve only ever experienced once before.
No.
It can’t be. She’s not Equitae. The alternative—that this Earthbound Fae has somehow triggered the most sacred connection our kind can forge—it’s impossible and I shake it off as nothing more than the intensity of the moment.
I lean over and kiss Domanikk with Alaya between us, warm and soft, her hands smoothing across my Enchantra, caressing. Our dicks buried deep inside her together, filling her so tightly her clenching milks me deliciously, pulling my release from my tightening balls.
“Can we keep her?” Domanikk’s mouth vibrates against my lips.
I shake the impossible thoughts running through my head and smile against him, dipping my tongue into his open and willing mouth, hard and brutal. I am his Alpha, his companion, his lover.
“Forever,” I reply, groaning as I release inside her, sending Domanikk over the edge with me.
We sink to the floor in front of the fire, our love held tight between us, and we sleep. Deeply, finally together.
Always.