Page 17 of Broken Fates (Severed Flames #3)

Chapter 17

Vale

W armth.

It sank into my frozen skin, wrapped around my aching muscles like silk.

I sagged without meaning to.

Idris followed, his golden eyes dark as he lowered himself onto a shallow ledge, watching as Kian and Xavier positioned me between them.

I didn’t fight when Kian tipped up my chin, his fingers warm against my jaw.

“Let us take care of you.”

He wasn’t asking.

Kian moved behind me, positioning me so I leaned against his chest. His strong, wet arms braced around my waist, locking me against him.

Xavier knelt in front of me, his hands gliding over my arms, soothing me in a way I didn’t know I needed. His calloused fingers skimmed over fresh bruises and cuts I hadn’t noticed, and one by one, he healed them, pressing his power into me.

I could feel Idris’ gaze on me as he watched from his seat. I wanted him nearer, and as if he read my mind, he moved closer, kneeling at my side.

Xavier plucked a small glass vial of oil from the side of the bath, pouring shimmering drops into the bathing pool. The scent of amber and myrrh unfurled in the steam as Kian scooped warm water over my shoulders, his hands skimming my arms, my ribs, my thighs.

Then Xavier took a washing cloth from the pile and ran it over every inch of my flesh, massaging my palms, my wrists, anywhere and everywhere. I squirmed and bucked as he washed me, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

Then, Idris plucked me from Kian’s hold, turning me so my back was to his front. Then his impossibly strong fingers were at my scalp. They worked through my tangled hair, washing the strands of days of fear and despair.

Every single one of their touches were slow. Intentional. Reverent.

Kian hummed against my ear, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath my jaw.

“Relax, little queen.”

I tried. Gods, I tried.

But the longer they touched me, bathed me, worshipped me, the more my pulse thundered.

Xavier’s fingers brushed lower, trailing down my stomach, teasing, but not quite touching where I needed.

Idris' voice was soft at my ear, his lips grazing my temple.

"Let us do this for you."

The warmth of their hands, the scent of the oils, the ache of being held and touched but not quite taken—it all built inside me, a slow, exquisite torture.

My hips shifted involuntarily, seeking more.

Idris' lips ghosted across the column of my throat. “We’re just getting started.”

Golden threads of magic coiled around my wrists, my thighs, my waist, a question rather than a command. His voice was soft at my ear, but there was nothing soft about the promise beneath it.

"You are safe," he murmured, with a slow brush of his lips against my temple. "You are ours."

I swallowed hard, my body shuddering as my resistance cracked—just enough for Idris to see it. His magic tightened. Not trapping, not forcing, but reminding. I inhaled sharply, my body bowing against his hold, an internal struggle still warring within me.

But then Xavier’s fingers drifted lower—just a tease, just a whisper over my skin.

Kian’s lips dipped to my collarbone, his fangs scraping the sensitive flesh, sending heat surging through me.

Xavier kissed me then, slow and devastating, swallowing the last fragments of my control.

“Let us take care of you,” Idris whispered against the shell of my ear, his teeth grazing my skin. "You don’t have to think, my love. Just feel.”

I shuddered. And then—then I let go.

"Yes," I moaned.

The moment the word left my lips, Idris’ magic surged. Not just around me, but through me—golden threads of restraint and pleasure sinking into my skin, into my bones, into the bond between us. Kian's fingers ghosted over my stomach, lower, lower, teasing, not giving me what I needed—not yet.

Xavier kissed me again, rougher this time, claiming my mouth, dragging me deeper into them. Then the bond exploded—breaking wide, tearing away every barrier, every wall.

Waves of their pleasure crashed over me all at once—Kian’s raw hunger, Xavier’s agonizing restraint, Idris’ need to unravel me completely.

I felt them. All of them.

Idris groaned, his magic tightening—thick, whisper-thin ropes holding me exactly where he wanted me.

Xavier’s touch moved lower, brushing over my aching, desperate clit. Just a tease. Just enough to make my hips jerk against the magic holding me still.

Kian’s lips found my breast, his tongue flicking over the peak before his fangs scraped down. My back arched, but I couldn’t move.

I was caught—held, trapped, owned.

And I loved it.

"You’re ours." Idris’ magic tightened around my wrists, my thighs, a whisper of silk and steel. "Say it."

I swallowed hard, the heat in my belly twisting, tightening. My breath left me in a shaky exhale.

Kian’s teeth scraped my skin, his voice wicked at my ear. “She can’t. Not yet. She’s still fighting us.”

Xavier's breath ghosted against my throat, his fingers just barely pressing against my clit. “Then let’s make her beg,” he rumbled, with a slow, deliberate stroke and an aching press of his fingers. "We’re going to break you apart, Vale. Over and over again."

My entire body shuddered.

Idris’ breath skated over the nape of my neck, moving slowly, his lips grazing my pulse, his magic coiling tighter. "Say yes, my brave one." His fangs raked over my throat, making me tremble. "Let us worship you."

My head fell back against his shoulder, my lips parting on a gasp, a plea, a surrender, and I gave in. “Yes, please. I’ll do anything. Please ? —”

Xavier rewarded me instantly, his fingers filling me just right, enough to make my hips jerk against Idris’ hold.

Kian groaned. "Fuck, you are so perfect when you beg."

Idris' hand slid up, cupping my jaw, forcing my gaze to meet his. His golden eyes burned.

“Free me,” I begged, not knowing if I spoke it aloud or inside their heads. “I want to touch you. I want to feel you.”

Then the bonds dissolved, releasing me from their hold, and I reached. Not just with my hands, but with my magic. The second it hit them, they groaned in unison—their pleasure slamming into me through the bond, so potent it stole my breath.

Idris had once spun me into mindlessness with his magic. Now, it was my turn.

Hot flesh bloomed underneath my hands as I turned on Idris’ lap, straddling him with a single-minded focus of blind need. My aching center rubbed against his thick cock, and I wanted it inside me. Needed it. Idris fisted my hair and captured my mouth with his. I was free, but he still controlled every movement, every kiss, every touch.

Yes, I was at their mercy, but they were also at mine.

My power raced over their flesh, touching them everywhere, feeling everything. Kian and Xavier’s heat blossomed over my back as they crowded in, caging me in the very best of ways. Kian pulled my mouth to his, stealing my lips as my hips rolled, giving me the best pressure against my aching clit.

Kian’s grip loosened when Xavier stole my kiss, but his fingers found my ass, pressing against the puckered ring of muscle as I rubbed against Idris’ cock. The dual sensations had me panting into Xavier’s mouth, my desire so acute, my skin felt too tight.

And then Idris stood, yanking me with him before planting my ass on the edge of the bathing pool.

“Gods, you make me fucking crazed. I can’t wait anymore. I have to taste you.” Hooking his hands behind my thighs, Idris spread my knees wide before he dropped his mouth to my center.

A guttural growl left his throat, the vibration of it making me gasp. His hot tongue lashed my clit, as his claws pricked the tender flesh of my thighs. My back bowed as he devoured me, my hands scrabbling for something—anything—to hold onto.

Kian and Xavier didn’t let me down. One moment, I was untethered, and the next, Kian’s lips were on mine as Xavier left biting kisses to the tops of my thighs, my belly, my breasts.

And all the while, Idris didn’t once temper his onslaught. He filled me with his fingers, ramping me higher and higher as I mentally begged for release.

“Fuck, little witch. You taste so fucking good,” Idris groaned into me, driving my need higher as the tendrils of his magic raced over my flesh.

My only answer was a moan as my hands found Xavier’s hair, and I dragged him to my mouth, needing his heat. Kian moved lower, his biting kisses driving me to madness as he gripped my thigh, holding my legs wide for Idris’ feast. And feast, he did.

My orgasm raced for me, threatening to pull me under, and gods, I wanted to drown. All the worry, all the fear, everything shriveled to the back of my mind until there was only their touch, only their mouths on me, only their hands.

“Come for us, oroum di vita ,” Kian growled into my flesh, his fangs grazing my hip. “Let us feel it.”

But Idris wouldn’t allow it. Not yet. The golden bonds wrapped around my hips, pulsing with heat as they kept me still, teetering on the edge, unable to fall. I whimpered, pleading, twisting in his hold.

Xavier smirked, pinching my nipple, giving me the seductive bite I craved. “You can take more.”

I didn’t think I could—not until they made me. Idris devoured me, licking, sucking, filling me so full, I thought I would die from the pleasure. Kian nipped at my skin as Xavier kissed me mindless, and it wasn’t until I started begging did Idris finally, finally, set me free.

“Come, my love,” Idris growled, his voice vibrating through my mind like the most blissful command.

As if my body was waiting for the order, my release pounced, yanking me under as my back bowed on the tile. My scream was silent, my breath caught in my lungs as wave after wave crashed into me. Idris’ tongue never left, continuing his lashes against my clit until each one felt like lightning zipping through my body.

And then his tongue left me, only for the heat of his cock to rest against my slit. My core ached even though I’d just come, mindless need building in my body until I felt like I would break.

“Please,” I gasped, every part of my body trembling. I needed them inside me, filling me, making me whole again. “Please.”

At my plea, Idris filled me with one long stroke, his talons digging into my hips with the most delicious pain.

I didn’t care if I bled, if the world fell apart around us. Idris filled me to the brim, stretching my walls until there was nothing but him. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as pleasure raced across my flesh.

And still, I wanted more.

My greedy hands reached for Kian and Xavier. I wanted them to feel what I did, wanted them just as mindless, just as needy. My fingers closed around Xavier’s cock, his oil-slicked skin sliding through my hold as he groaned into my mouth.

Xavier’s kiss turned punishing as Kian’s strong grip flexed against my throat, not squeezing—just anchoring. Claiming. My pulse thrummed against his hold, the steady drumbeat of surrender. I gasped, and Xavier swallowed the sound, his kiss turning from coaxing to devouring, his teeth nipping just hard enough to remind me who was kissing me.

Then his mouth was gone, and I tugged on his cock, slightly begging him to fill my mouth. Kian guided my lips to his best friend’s cock, setting the pace as Xavier thrust down my throat.

“ Fuck ,” Idris growled against my breast, his lips brushing my nipple. “Push her harder, fuck her face. Gods, she clenches so fucking tight when you make her.”

Xavier obeyed his King, his fist tightening in my hair as he fucked my mouth. My sex tightened, as a wave of heat threatened to drown me again.

“Oh no you don’t,” Kian rumbled, lifting me off Xavier. “You don’t get to come again until I’ve had a taste.”

A second later, Kian filled my mouth while Xavier guided my hand to his slick length. I flexed my fingers around him as he thrust into my grip, and I couldn’t help my moan as his rough fingers found my clit while Idris continued his punishing thrusts.

I loved the way they demanded their pleasure and mine. Loved how affectionately rough they were with me, like they knew I wouldn’t break.

The pressure built higher and higher until I stood on the precipice, waiting to fall. And fall, I did. And as much as I’d wanted it, this release still caught me by surprise, and I screamed around Kian’s cock as spurts of his hot seed lashed my throat when he fell with me.

Then Idris yanked his cock from me, leaving me empty, and I whimpered at the loss. In a single moment, I was up off the tile and in his arms, my back hitting soft sheets seconds later. Then it was Xavier between my thighs, his large, hulking frame spreading my legs wide as he notched the head of his cock at my opening.

"Look at you," Xavier murmured, brushing his thumbs over my slick folds. "Fucking ruined for us. And we haven’t even given you everything yet." He dragged himself against my entrance, teasing, not giving, just making me feel the weight of him.

"You want it, don’t you, little queen? Want to be so full of us you can’t think anymore?"

I whimpered, arching my back, reaching for him. But Xavier didn’t move. Not yet. He just watched me squirm under his gaze.

"You take us so beautifully." With a slow, torturous roll of his hips, he filled me. "Let me give you what you need."

Then he was covering me, consuming me, filling me so full, I forgot what being empty felt like. A moment later he flipped us, settling me on his lap as he drilled into me, his wide palm grasping my throat.

"Keep your eyes on me when I take you, Vale." Xavier’s voice dipped, dark and promising. "I want to see you fall apart."

Those brilliant blue depths called to me, and I couldn’t look away—not until Kian’s heat covered my back. Slick oil dripped between my cheeks, and Kian’s already-hard cock brushed the tight ring of muscle.

"Gods, look at you, Vale." Kian’s voice was thick with hunger as his slick fingers pressed deeper, stretching me, working me open. "Taking Xavier so perfectly, and you're still greedy for more."

He leaned in, biting my shoulder, sinking his fangs so deep I nearly came. "I bet you don’t even realize how fucking beautiful you look like this"—Another slow, torturous press of his fingers made me whimper—"spreading yourself open for us. For all of us."

I gasped, my hips rocking between them, chasing more, more, more .

"Patience, little queen," Kian groaned. "We’re going to ruin you first."

Then his fingers were gone, and the hard press of his cock breached my ass, filling me until I couldn’t breathe. And when I did, the sound that came from me was nothing short of crazed.

"That's it, my brave one." Idris’ voice was velvet over steel, his fingers tilting my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. "Look at me while he takes you. Let me see how much you love this."

I whimpered, my body shuddering between them as Kian’s thick length stretched me open, as Xavier filled me so full.

"You were made for this, weren’t you?" Idris’ golden gaze burned as he brushed his thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. "For us. To take us. To let us ruin you."

Then, he pressed his cock against my mouth, teasing the seam of my lips. "Open, little queen. I want to feel your moans around my cock while they fuck you senseless."

I couldn’t deny him—I needed it too badly. And when he drove his cock into my mouth, the bond between us all seemed to erupt, spilling from me, anchoring me to them—to their hearts, to their minds. I was filled so completely, so completely theirs. My body was at their mercy, and they knew it, craved it.

They were in every facet of my thoughts, every cell, every single piece of me. I lost all sense of time, place, there was only them, only this, only the pleasure they wrung from me. I felt like I was falling, breaking apart at the seams. Their bodies—their warmth—pressed against mine.

It was all too much and not enough, never enough.

Kian’s grip on the back of my neck tightened, his voice a low snarl in my ear. “Take it, little queen. Take it all.”

Xavier groaned, his breaths just as ragged as mine when his hands slid to my throat, squeezing as he forced me to feel every single inch of him surging inside me.

"You’re so fucking perfect like this, Vale. So full of us. So wrecked."

My body trembled, my magic spilling from my skin, bathing us in golden light. Then Idris cupped my jaw, his golden eyes burning into my soul.

“Let go, my love." Idris' voice was the last tether holding me together. "No more holding back. Let us feel you fall."

My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. Pleasure slammed into me, breaking me apart in a thousand bright pieces, leaving me gasping, shaking, lost in them.

The bond tore wide open, pouring light and sensation through every part of me. I felt Xavier’s sharp pleasure, Kian’s raw hunger, Idris’ deep satisfaction as they pulled me under. They didn’t let me go—they followed, drowning with me, until I was nothing but one with them.

Bliss took over every part of my body, tearing the bond, reshaping it, making it something new.

And through this bond, I felt everything. Not just the raw heat, the pleasure—their emotions. Kian’s quiet awe, a deep, unspoken reverence as he traced his fingers over my spine.

Xavier’s fierce devotion, the way his arms tightened around me, anchoring me even now. Idris’ possessive adoration, so vast and absolute, it left no room for doubt.

This wasn’t just magic. This wasn’t just claiming.

This was a connection we couldn’t break.

This was forever.

Xavier’s sharp pleasure flooded my senses as my sex clenched around him, and his release dragged me into another as he lost his control and let go. Kian’s low growl surrounded me as he followed, claiming me completely as I fell again. Then Idris lost his ironclad control, filling my mouth with his release, and I felt every second of it. They dragged me down into the abyss with them, their releases crashing over me like fire and gold—until I was boneless, trembling, and completely theirs.

The world blurred at the edges, the bond between us still thrumming, golden threads of magic twining around our limbs like silk. I tried to catch my breath, but my body felt too heavy, too spent.

Only the sound of my own breaths, ragged and uneven, filled the room as the unsteady pound of my heart beat against my ribs.

A warm hand skimmed down my spine.

"Breathe, little queen." Kian’s voice was soft now, no longer teasing, no longer demanding. Just full of something deeper.

Xavier let out a low groan, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the damp skin of my shoulder. "Are you with us?"

The best I could manage was a hum, my voice too wrecked for words.

Idris chuckled, his voice like honeyed embers. "We may have broken her."

My thighs shook as Kian slowly withdrew, pressing a kiss to her spine, murmuring something I couldn’t quite hear, but felt all the same. A second later the steady fall of the shower began.

Xavier slipped from me next, moving slower, more reverent, like he was reluctant to leave my body.

Idris trailed a soft touch, brushing my lips in praise.

"You were perfect," he murmured, his golden eyes burning into me. It was bigger than adoration, bigger than love.

Before I could move, I was being lifted—strong arms cradling me, pressing me against warm, solid chests.

"Shh," Xavier whispered, "we’ve got you."

Soon, water sluiced over my skin, washing away the remnants of pleasure, of sweat, of the battle we had barely survived.

Xavier held me up, arms firm but gentle, supporting my weight as Kian smoothed soap over my shoulders.

Idris' hands were in my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp, his voice a low murmur at my ear. "That’s it. You’re safe now."

I swallowed hard, my chest still heaving. My body was spent, but my mind was still spinning, still caught in the gravity of what had just happened.

Kian pressed a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering. "Still with us, little queen?"

I hummed, too exhausted to speak. They cleaned me like I was something precious—and that, more than anything, made my throat tighten. I had fought so hard, endured so much, but here, in their hands, I didn’t have to fight at all.

I just had to be.

Before long I was clean, and the soft sheets graced my skin again as my mates curled around me. Idris’ hand in my hair, Kian’s lips at my temple, Xavier’s arm around my waist—it was all too much, and yet, exactly enough.

I exhaled, my body sinking into the warmth of them—of home.

For the first time in too long, I let myself be held.

Warmth coiled around me, deeper than skin, deeper than magic.

And for the first time in my life, I let myself believe it.