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They lose themselves to the pleasure of my body, using me to drive themselves higher and higher, dragging me along with them. My clit grounds down against Connor’s pelvic bone, and I gasp, the edge of oblivion crowding closer.

But something’s missing.

A weak mewl escapes me, unable to put it into words. But a hand strokes down my back, a mouth pressing to my shoulder, soothing me even as their cocks drag against my sensitive insides.

Connor leans up, his teeth skimming over the pulse at the base of my throat, his tongue flicking out against my collarbone, and my heart skips several beats.

Yes.

Vaelor leans around me, a hand sliding between my chest and Connor’s, his palm pressing against the other side of my collarbone.

“Connor,” I cry out, filled with desperation. “Vaelor!”

Vaelor shushes me, his hand too hot, his skin singeing mine. It’s followed by overwhelming agony as Connor sinks his teeth into my flesh, tearing through skin and muscle, blood dripping down, right as it feels like Vaelor isbrandingme.

I scream, my vision whiting out, my chest filling with the sensation ofthem—vibrant tendrils of rope twisting around and around and around, chaining us together,emotion pulsing through each strand until I feel nothing butus.

My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave just as liquid warmth fills my ass, Vaelor’s breath catching as his cock pulses deep inside me.

“Vaelor…” Connor cautions.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He’s panting behind me, his hand still pressing against my chest. “Almost.”

Another rush of liquid fills me, and then he’s yanking away. I gasp at the strange sensation of his cum dripping from me, even as his lubricated cock slides against the skin of my back.

Connor grips my hips, holding me still. He braces his feet on the bed, and then he’s driving his cock up into me, pounding into me from below. I sway, losing my balance, but Vaelor’s there, supporting me. His face going red, Connor’s neck arches back as a loud roar fills the room, followed by scorching pain as something expands inside me, stretching my insides beyond my limits. I thought they were tearing me in two with their cocks before, but this is something else altogether.

I shriek, fear escalating my panic, but neither of them lets me yank myself away from Connor, who slowly unlatches his mouth from my skin, his lips covered in blood.

“Don’t fight it,” he grits out, fingers pulsing into the skin over my hips.

“What thefuck?!” I cry out. “Let me go!”

Vaelor presses himself to my back, reassuring me with soothing strokes of his palms. “It’s his knot, Princess. It’s locking you together. You’ll tear yourself to shreds if you try to pull off before the swelling recedes.”

“It won’t be so bad the next time,” Connor says, notsounding so sure. “I’ve never knotted anyone before, let alone a dainty human like you.” He’s trying to lighten the mood, I think.

Too much.It’s all too much.

I fall forward, shuddering even as four hands keep stroking over me, easing me down as murmurs of praise leave their lips. Darkness crowds into the edges of my vision, and I go limp, letting it pull me under.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

felicity

It feels like someone scrubbed my eyes with sandpaper.

I pry my eyelids open, blinking blearily at the room. Nothing about it is familiar, and a quiet hysteria starts bubbling inside me. My mind feels like it’s stuffed with cotton balls. I have no memory of how I got here, or evenwhereI am.

My throat feels dry and scratchy, like it’s been a while since I’ve had water. I shift my legs, feeling the silky sheets dragging over my body, the cool fabric telling me without looking that I’m naked.

“You’re awake.”

I startle at the low voice, jerking upright and groaning when every inch of my body protests the sudden movement.

To my left, an armchair has been pulled up to the edge of the bed. Vaelor’s lounging in it, his legs splayed and his elbow planted on the armrest, his head resting on his fist. He’s shirtless. His runes—stark lines of black—cover his torso and arms. They disappear beneath the waistband ofhis dark sweatpants, but I snap my eyes back up when they drift lower.

Air lodges in my throat as a memory flickers, hazy and warped by static.An arm, tight around my waist. Runes dark against my pale flesh. Tanned skin pressed to mine. A flash of green eyes, feral. Teeth breaking skin. Fire searing through me. A scream. Blood.