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EVANGELINE

“T hat has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Riordan’s dark voice throbbed with primal power, and I opened my eyes to find him looming over me, “You are absolutely fucking perfect.”

He stared transfixed, magic glowing faintly around him, his face filled with a hungry ache that tugged at my heart as he peeled off his coat, his shirt, kicked off his boots.

“How does she taste?” Rohr’s consuming gaze tracked up and down my body as Blake rocked back on his heels, holding my legs apart, keeping me completely exposed to Riordan’s roving eyes. “She’s fucking soaked,” he said approvingly, leaning in and running his fingers through my folds, then plunging them into his mouth.

“She needs you, Rohr.” Blake moved aside, but kept me pinned, not letting me close my legs. “Look at how swollen she is, how fucking ready. She needs us inside her. Don’t you, mate? Do you want us filling all your greedy, empty holes? Are you going to take us both at the same time?”

“Yes,” I muttered through gritted teeth, that demanding, achy need rising again, just from the filthy picture he’d painted in my mind. My hands were buried in the sheets, fingers twisting the fabric desperately, trying to keep myself grounded in this sea of lust.

I almost had myself back under control, then Riordan slowly undid his pants, let them fall.

His cock sprang out, thick and veined, crown weeping as he stroked himself, his eyes still fixed on my pussy, and my core throbbed in time with every long, slow drag of his hand, picturing all of that inside me, pumping hard.

Blake let me go and stepped back, his lips still wet with my juices, a look of such carnal abandonment on his face I wondered if what we shared was remotely natural. Everything felt too intense, too deep, too consuming, but I couldn’t get enough.

Of having these two powerful, gorgeous males completely undone at the sight of me.

This could go to a girl’s head. I blew out a shaky breath. It really could .

“I hope you’re ready for us, Silver.” Riordan’s voice was full of darkness, the kind that sent a trickle of fear induced excitement down my spine. “Punishment and reward.” He gripped my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed, until his thighs pressed between mine, his cock nearly reaching my belly button.

“Pleasure and pain, mixed together.”

He dragged his fingers down my belly, then surged forward, hand landing beside my head as he lined the head of his cock up with my entrance, my eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. “ No ,” he husked. “Open your eyes for me, Silver. You look at me when I drive my cock into you, then we’ll give you everything you need. Both of us, together, that’s what you want?”

“ Yes ,” I hissed, trying to bump my hips forward, the sight of him taking my breath away. There was something different about Rohr, something almost unhinged as he thrust, filling me in one hard stroke as I screamed his name, stretched and claimed and gloriously full.

Riordan slid a hand beneath my ass and lifted me, neck cording as he strained to work himself deeper, until he was fully seated and we were staring at each other, my hands resting on his shoulders, his breaths coming fast. “You feel like fucking heaven,” he groaned. “So fucking tight. Squeeze me, Silver, squeeze my cock.”

I clenched around him and he threw back his head, hissing in pleasure, then was moving, hips slamming into mine, fingers digging into my ass as he drove himself into me with a fury that wasn’t gentle or kind, but sent his name spilling from my lips, over and over again.

His hair hung down around his beautiful face, framing his burning gaze in a tangle of wild black, as he watched me, rolling his hips with every strong stroke, hitting deeper and deeper, my bottom lip pinched between my fangs as I thrashed and writhed beneath him.

Then he stopped, and the world spun in a circle.

I ended up on top, impaled on his cock, bigger and thicker and longer, as I sank down around him with a dark, delicious stretch of sensitive flesh, my palms planted flat on his broad chest, thumbs tracing his tattoos as I tried to catch my breath.

He bumped his hips up slightly and I moaned, the penetration like an earthquake at my very center.

“Are you close?” he stroked his thumb down my cheek. “You’re clenching around me like you are.”

“Yes.” I ground down on him, my hips writhing in a circle, trying to release this building pressure, to break this coiling tightness.

“Not yet. Not until I tell you it’s time.” Riordan pinched my chin between his fingers. “We’re going to share you, Silver. The two of us. This will take some preparation and some patience, but we’ll both be inside you at the same time. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I hissed again, even though I hardly knew what I was agreeing to, only that I did. I wanted them both, I wanted them to share me, use me, lick me and bite me and kiss me and keep me forever.

I never wanted to give them up. never wanted any of this end.

Then Blake was at my back, Riordan’s mouth capturing one aching nipple, his tongue tracing lazy circles around my breast while his hands drifted up and down my sides, slow and lazy. I was just relaxing into the lazy bliss of the moment when Blake’s teeth…fuck, Blake’s teeth clamped down on my shoulder in such a powerful show of domination I moaned out his name.

Riordan moved underneath me, all thick churning muscle and straining hardness as he drove himself into me with another hard thrust, holding my hips, my soaked pussy gliding up and down his thick length, stretching around him in the most delicious way.

“Relax, Silver. Trust us.” A flicker of confusion went through me as his hooded gaze went feral, hands clamped over my thighs to hold me in place. Then Blake fingers skated from where we were joined, dragging moisture up between the globes of my ass, until his thumb pressed against my tight, virgin hole.

“Oh.” I breathed. “My. God.” My entire body undulated between them, and Riordan chuckled, catching my other nipple in his mouth, lashing the tight nub with his tongue.

Be a good girl and stay still, let your mate play.

“Relax, Evie,” Blake’s voice was little more than a rough growl. “I’ll go slow, and this might feel strange at first, but I’ll be gentle. You can take my cock, but I have to get you ready.”

“Do you want me to hold you still?” Riordan asked hoarsely. “Would you like me to keep you in place while he gets you ready to take him?”

I shivered at the silky darkness in his voice, at the way my stomach clenched at the idea of being held like that, captive, forced to submit to their desires. “Yes, hold me. I’d like that.”

Rohr wrapped his arms around me and dragged me to his chest, tightening his embrace until I couldn’t move, impaled on his cock, my ass presented for plundering. Blake hissed, calloused palms sliding over my delicate skin, scratchy and deliciously rough.

He went slow, probing with just the tip of his finger, gathering more and more moisture until I was slippery and soaked, his finger sliding in to the knuckle. I started panting and Riordan’s arms tightened, his body quaking as he chuckled.

“Hold still my queen, he’s just getting started.”

“That feels… oh God .” Blake added another finger and the stretch was painful, my hips surging forward to try and escape the intrusion, which only drove Riordan’s cock in deeper.

“That feels so fucking good,” Riordan purred in my ear. “Surrender to us, Silver, give us your pain and your pleasure, give us fucking everything.”

I tried, caught between their big, hard bodies and this tug of war between pain and pleasure, my body going hot and cold, tight and loose as Blake spread me open and plundered my ass with his fingers, driving them deep with wet, juicy sounds that had me closing my eyes.

With every breath, the pain diminished and pleasure grew, until I was squirming, trying to push back, to urge Blake’s fingers deeper. He added a third and I froze, pleasure taking the place of pain faster this time, my orgasm hovering so close I could almost taste it.

Then my mate’s hand clasped my shoulders, the heat from his body sank into me as he dragged his cock up between my ass cheeks. Finally, he pressed his crown against me and pushed, just enough I felt pressure, along with a dark flare of fear.

He’s too big. He’s too fucking big.

I tried to escape, tried to move, but Riordan held me in place, murmuring my name over and over again. Keep breathing Evie, that’s a good girl, you’re so beautiful, you feel so good…

Blake breached that tight hole and a little whine of achy, trembling excitement slipped between my lips, followed by a ragged moan as he pushed in another inch, pleasure shivering through me, skin prickling, feeling a little bit wicked at being dominated like this.

My magic billowed at my center, a swell of dark power, and Riordan’s eyes flared, not a hint of blue in their dark depths.

“Did you feel that?” He murmured. “Like a jolt of energy down the bond?”

I nodded, that churning swell of sensation moving through me like a dark, dangerous wind, pleasure and pain combining with a force far more powerful, something I couldn’t put a name to.

Riordan cupped my breasts, and I hung onto his wrists as he teased my nipples, dark eyes locked onto my face, greedily drinking in every moan, every sigh, the way my fangs sank into my bottom lip, drawing blood. A trickle of warmth dripped down my chin and he surged up, licking it off with a moan.

Again, that darkness inside me swelled, a rush as powerful as a rumbling avalanche, like a storm bearing down on us, then the sensation ebbed away, leaving warmth curling in my belly.

Blake tightened his grip on my shoulder and shoved in deeper, stretching me with a pinch of pain that eased when Riordan’s fingers found my clit, teasing and rubbing, sending a fresh wave of pleasure streaking through me.

“Fuck you are so tight.” Riordan thrust his hips, driving deep enough he bottomed out, all three of us groaning together as I panted softly, my swollen channel locking down around his glorious length. “Like a silken glove against my cock. It’s all I can do not to come right now and fill you up, Evangeline.”

“Not yet.” Blake pushed deeper, and the sensation was almost too much, having both of them inside me at the same time. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good, taking us both inside you. Such a beautiful girl, letting us share you between us.” Blake’s lips were skimmed my ear, his hard muscled torso pressed against the length of my back, both of us slippery with sweat.

Every word of praise sent a fresh shiver straight through me, my toes curling as Blake paused to press a kiss to the nape of my neck.

All three of us , I thought, in a daze. Finally joined completely, in flesh and soul and destiny.

Rohr’s expression was dazed and raw, one hand slowly teasing me as Blake sank in deeper, fingers digging into my shoulder to keep me in place, big body trembling with restraint as he eased in slow, until I couldn’t take another inch, until tears stung my eyes from the sheer pleasure building inside me.

“Fuck. You’re a goddess.” Rohr’s voice was ragged. “A fucking goddess.”

My heavy, aching breasts tightened, Riordan never stopping his slow, insistent teasing of my swollen clit as Blake sank the rest of the way in with a groan. “Oh God, oh my fucking God,” he muttered into my hair, my hips churning against Riordan as I went molten at the sensation of holding them both inside me at the same time.

The three of us, joined together in the flesh. Forged together, like steel in fire.

The king and my mate.

My past and my future.

“I want to see you, Evangeline. Straighten your back,” Rohr commanded. I pushed up, groaning when Blake sank even deeper, stretching me in ways he hadn’t before. “That’s it. Does his cock feel good inside you?” Rohr’s dark eyes skated down my body, pausing on my breasts, so I reached up, palming one, twisting my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Rohr’s agonizing groan had me smiling, and then we were all moving together, a tangle of flesh and fingers and sweat slicked skin sliding and grinding together, chasing the orgasms that were tauntingly close enough to touch.

Blake was careful, fucking me with short, controlled strokes instead of his usual wild, needy ones, but he was almost there, muttering my name interspersed between deep, breathless groans.

I rode Riordan until my thighs shook from the effort, until the pain was a far-off memory and pleasure was all I knew and I wanted more. More teeth, more fingers, more skin and insatiable, devouring lips. Crushed between their two hard, muscled bodies, I was mindless and squirming, breathless for this wave to break but wanting this to never ever end.

My skin tightened at the thought, my orgasm surging through me with such force, the crash left oblivion in its wake. My pussy clenched around Riordan’s cock, pulsing as if I could stretch out this mind-blowing pleasure through sheer will alone. Riordan kept rubbing my clit, never stopping as I moaned out their names, “Rohr, Blake, Rohr,” the entire world disappearing beneath my roaring climax.

This was a perfect moment, brimming with delicious fullness, filled with such a feeling of belonging that my heart squeezed tight, never wanting this to end. Too many emotions crested, then spilled over, tears prickling at my eyelids, my chest caving in as I disintegrated, the only thing tethering me to this world were the two males who held my heart in their hands.

Like some dark beast, power breached the surface of that magical pool at the very center of my being, sending ripples cascading outwards, my blood hammering right along with it as I drowned in darkness and pleasure and an ecstasy deeper than any I’d ever experienced.

Blake went still, his cock pulsing at the same time Riordan’s eyes squeezed shut, his powerful body arching up off the bed, hands gripping my thighs as he spilled into me, the pulse raging at the base of his throat as he shouted my name.

Magic ignited in the air around us, a mix of dark fire and white, shadows and flame, a tempest of power strong enough to distort the air, shake the walls, louder even than Blake’s roar as he came and came, groaning out my name as the room whirled around us.

They filled me up—my king and my mate—pumped me full and there was something so erotic about that I went over the edge again, faster and harder this time, plummeting down and down until I crashed and splintered into pieces. Until we lay tangled together in a twist of warm flesh, and I didn’t know where I ended and they began and darkness came to claim me, swift and unforgiving and endless.

I floated in a sea of shadow, flecked with rivulets of white energy, edged with red, something boiling over inside me, like a wellspring that had been released, spilling more and more darkness out, until I was choking.

I came to, curled on Riordan’s chest, wetness slicking the insides of my thighs where we were joined, Blake running a warm washcloth down my back. “Roll over, my love, and I’ll clean you up. Then you can sleep for a few hours.”

I blinked up at him, surrounded by a flurry of shifting black flames and what looked like white, glowing embers.

“It’s…” Blake dragged his hand through the shadows, and those embers swirled around his head like lightning bugs. “Our magic, we think. Somehow, our powers fused together.”

“I’m not sure how this happened,” Rohr murmured. All those glowing embers…they were coming from him. “Somehow, we all got a power boost. Not that I’m complaining.”

Since I could barely raise my head, Riordan gently lifted me and set me on my side, pressing a kiss to my cheek before helping Blake wipe me up. They tucked me under the covers, then started gathering up their clothes.

“You’re leaving?” I was dazed, full of a staggering power that shoved at my skin, straining to get free. “Where are you going?”

“I have to check with Nash on his arrangements for infiltrating the compound,” Riordan explained softly, buttoning up his pants. “You should sleep. It will likely be a few hours before we head out.”

“I’ll go talk to Fiona about this,” Blake added, dragging his hand through the star flecked air, his darkness wrapping around us like a blanket. “We’ll be back,” he said somberly, “but we need to get some answers.”

The entire room smelled like spent magic, the reek of ozone overpowering and I didn’t know why, but I was scared. For the first time, I was scared we would lose. That I could lose them .

That every time something good happened to us, it was only followed by something terrible.

As if he’d heard my thoughts, Blake’s kiss grew gentler, his thumb brushing my cheek, and I looked at him through a haze of tears and pleasure, his features outlined in darkness and shadow.

“Go to sleep, Evie.” His fingers traced over my forehead and my eyes fluttered closed. “The war will still be waiting for us when you wake.”