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Good gods, my head is freaking killing me, and I feel like I’ve been sleeping inside a damn roaring fireplace.

It’s just too damn hot, too freaking stifling to be comfortable any longer.

I roll over with a groan, trying to kick my blankets off, but it’s like they’ve been glued down to my mattress, keeping my prisoner in my bed.

“Stop moving, pinky. It’s too early to be up.” I stiffen at the voice; a voice that sure as hell should not be coming from so damn close.

“Shut up, asshole. Don’t wake her up,” a sleepy voice mutters from behind me, before moving closer, engulfing me in even more heat.

What. The. Fuck.

I take the chance to peek an eye open, worried I forgot to close my blinds, but thank the gods it’s pitch black in my room. The pounding in my head wouldn’t be able to handle even the smallest light at the moment.

It takes a few blinks to clear the fuzzies happening in my eyes, and a few more blinks for my vision to adjust to the dark.

And when I can finally see, I realize just how bad this looks.

Directly in front of me, Zane is on his stomach, his head turned toward me, his long bi-colored locks in disarray, and one red wing hanging off the bed, while the other laying across my body.

Peeking over my shoulder, Bane is equally feigning sleep, but he’s on his side, scooted as close as possible without actually lying on top of me, while both of his wings hang off the side of the bed. The beard he always sports looks scruffier than usual, and his black hair looks disheveled, like he spent most of the night running his fingers through it.

My fingers twitch with the need to reach out and tousle the hair on both of their heads, but then I distinctly remember the bullshit they spewed last night.

I had hoped that with the aid of the fae wine, I’d wake up and not recollect any of it. But I do. And it hurts even more in the light of day.

“Get out,” I mutter, blinking back the moisture trying to gather in my eyes.

“Pinky.”

“No,” I growl, hoping it sounds like I mean business and not on the verge of a breakdown. “Get the hell out.”

Aero gets to his hooves at the end of the bed, stomping against the mattress. He’s reacting to my distress, the hurt in my soul, and he doesn’t like it. Not one freaking bit.

“Snow, please just let us explain.”

“No. You assholes lied to me. Oh, we’re your mates,” I mock, lowering my voice in hopes to sound more like theirs. “I asked you to prove it. To kiss me. But no. And that’s when I knew it was a godsdamn lie. So get the fuck out of my room, and don’t come back in here again.”

“Bailey, just listen.”

“No. Do I need to explain to you what that word means?”

Pissed as all get out, I slam my magic straight into my strength rune and shoot my arms out, hitting both of the demons at the same time. They fly across the room in separate directions, and I cringe as their bodies collide with the walls.

Fuck. Maybe used a tad bit much. But at least there’s some distance between us now.

Zane and Bane clamber to their feet, staggering and shaking their heads.

“You want proof?” Zane thunders, black smoke pluming from his nose.

Bane shakes his head. “Don’t, Zane. Just leave it alone.”

“No, brother. I won’t just leave it alone. She wants proof that fucking bad? Fine. I’ll give it to her. Then maybe she’ll let us explain.”

Zane’s wings twitch at his back, then in a blink, he’s straddling me on the bed. My wrists are held tight in his grip, and he forces them against the pillow under my head.

“Wha—” My words are cut off as Zane crushes his burning lips against mine, leaving a searing heat in his wake. I immediately melt under his touch, struggling against his hold so I can touch him, hold him to me so he can’t disappear.

His forked tongue prods at my lips, and I open for him, loving just how different it feels to my other mates.

Then he pulls back, our breaths choppy and our lips swollen.

“Now listen, and listen well, pinky,” he rumbles, dropping his bulk against my body. “You are our mate. Our fate’s damned mate, and no job is going to change that. You’re it for us. And as for last night, we didn’t prove it to you because you were drunk. I don’t know about you, but taking advantage of intoxicated women isn't really my style. I may be an incubus, but I have standards.”

Well, damn. He just schooled me, didn’t he?

But still…

“How do I know you’re not lying? I’m still working my way through Curiomancers for Dummies , and I have no idea how my magic works to tell me who my mate is. I can’t smell my mate like a shifter can or just know like Luka. So how do I know you’re not just saying that?”

“Lucifer’s anal itch, you’re fucking frustrating,” Zane groans. “Let me ask you, do you feel a pull to me? To Bane? Does something inside this stubborn ass heart of yours tell you that there’s something here?” He finally releases one of my hands and taps his finger against my breastbone.

“Snow.” I turn my head at the sound of Bane’s voice to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. “We’ve been drawn to you the second we showed up here. Do you remember the day we met? That was when Zane figured out you were his mate. His pheromones went haywire, and while you reacted to them, you were able to pull away. To stop it from happening. See, for incubi, their fated mates won’t get stuck in the tractor pull, for lack of a better word, of their pheromones.”

“Yeah, pinky. If you weren’t my fated, you would have mounted me and rode me like a bucking bronco without even realizing it,” Zane snickers, returning to his less serious self.

“And you?” I ask Bane, still facing him.

“Almost the same concept, snow. Our deal we made last night?—”

“I didn’t get my coffee because we’re mates?! What a fucking bummer,” I mutter, interrupting him.

“Are you satisfied now, pinky?” Zane drops his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell even better up close.” He starts placing open-mouthed kisses along my neck, sucking harder in some spots than others.

“No.” Zane stops mid-kiss at my declaration.

“No? You want me to stop?” he pouts, his swollen lips popped out.

“Gods no. But I won’t be satisfied until Bane proves it, too.”

“You heard her, brother,” Zane mutters, shifting his body half off of mine but still keeping me semi-pinned to the bed. “Prove to her she’s your mate and hurry the fuck up about it. I wasn’t done leaving love bites on her neck.”

“Zane!” I cry, aghast. “No hickeys, dammit.”

“Oh, relax. You can heal them away later. Now, chop chop, Baney. My dicks are so damn hard they hurt, and I need some relief.”

“D-d-dicks?” I stutter, thinking I heard him wrong. “As in plural?”

Zane’s lips curl in a smug as fuck grin, resembling the freaking Grinch. “You got it, pinky. Double dicks for double the pleasure.”

My brain short-circuits at that, frozen on the fact that this sex demon has been around me for months, and he’s been packing two damn cocks behind his trousers.

A light touch to my lips brings me back, the brush of Bane’s mouth hesitant, unsure. Insecurity and dare I say vulnerability flashes through his eyes, and he starts to retreat. Before he can, though, I grip his curled horn and pull him back, relishing in the groan he releases at my hold.

My lips massage his, nibbling at the pouty flesh. Then I feel him really start to respond, and it’s completely over from there.

Zane’s dicks are an afterthought as I lose myself in Bane’s kiss, feeling something deep inside click in place having these two demons here with me. He tastes like triple fudge brownies with a dollop of vanilla ice cream on top. Delicious .

My sex demon refuses to be ignored, restarting his path on my neck and marking me in his own temporary way as his.

The scratch of Bane’s beard leaves behind a sting that I want to feel between my thighs. Out of all the guys, he’s the only one with facial hair, and I won’t lie. I’m loving it.

“This is going to be hard and quick, pinky,” Zane mutters into my neck, shifting his hips. “I’m going to be a total asshole about it, too. There will be a lot of my magic in the air, and no foreplay. I hope you’re ready.”

“Hell’s bells, Zane,” Bane grumbles, pulling back. “She’s our mate; she deserves more than that.”

“I know that, dickweed. But it hurts, and I’m liable to start crying or go on a murder spree if I don’t come soon. And neither is a good option,” he pouts.

“Still—”

I jump in before this can turn into a damn brawl between my demons. “It’s fine. But you owe me, Dicky.” The glare he hits me with at the nickname should be downright illegal because it’s more sexy and less murdery than it should be.

“Deal. I’ll eat your pussy every morning for breakfast to make up for my rush.”

“I thought Bane was the one that made the deals?”

“Lucifer’s soggy scrotum,” he mutters under his breath. “No more questions, pinky. Just say ‘Dick me down, Zane’ and let’s do this,” he adopts a high-pitched voice, mocking mine.

“Snow, you don’t have to put?—”

“Dick me down, Zane,” I interrupt Bane, tossing him an apologetic smile. “Out, Aero.” He huffs, but he was already on his way out the door.

Smart Pegasus.

“Praise Lucifer’s leaky anal glands. Finally.” Zane snaps his fingers and, in a pop of hellfire, our clothes disintegrate from our bodies, leaving their bulky forms nude for my greedy eyes.

Magic explodes from beneath Zane’s pores, a red mist that blankets my skin, making my nipples tighten and leaving the bed beneath me soaked as he sends me straight into an orgasm without even touching me.

“Zane!” I scream in part surprise, part ecstasy.

“Fuck, your orgasm face is pretty, pinky. Give me another one.”

He stands up at the edge of the bed, giving me an unencumbered view of the double dicks he was talking about. Thick and long and just a shade darker than his red flesh, both cocks have rounded heads, and they’re leaking a clear fluid.

I lick my lips. I want to taste it.

“Nope. None of that, pinky. You can suck ‘em later.” Just the thought sends me spiraling over the edge again, my wetness soaking my thighs. “Bane, bring her here.”

“Are you sure about this, snow?”

“Dude. I’m about to kick your ass out of the room like Aero if you try to talk her out of this,” Zane growls. “I mean… look at my cocks. Pinky, they need you.”

I giggle, highly amused by Zane’s antics and the way he talks about his extremities like they’re living, breathing people and not extensions of his own body.

“It’s fine, Baney.” I climb into his arms, rubbing my soaked pussy all over his just-as-impressive single cock. “Let him get this out of his system, and then you and I can hide, and we can have some us time.”

“Nope.” Zane snatches me right off Bane, pinning me to the wall. “Less talky-talky and more fucky-fucky.”

I don’t get a chance to reply before both of his dicks are in a single grip and he’s rubbing them over my entrance. The clear fluid is just as slippery as lube, and it starts tingling as Zane forces himself inside of me. All of himself.

It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would, I mindlessly think to myself, loving the way he stretches my pussy to the max.

I’m so damn full, even fuller than with Luka and Axel, and Bane isn’t even inside me yet.

Zane beats my pussy into submission, literally. I’m so soaked that his two cocks slide in and out without resistance. Not that there was any in the first place with whatever the sticky stuff is that he produces.

My nails tear into his back as my third orgasm strikes hard and fast. Just like he said this was going to be.

Satisfied, he finally pulls me away from the wall and walks over to his twin, punctuating each step with a thrust.

“She’s ready, brother, but you have to hurry. I’m about to bust a double nut.” He cackles at his own joke.

“Any objections, snow? If you’re not ready…”

“Dude.”

“No, Zane. Let her answer the question. Please. I won’t force her.”

Oh my sweet, sweet, demon.

“Bane.” I reach behind me, holding out my hand. “I need you.”

Only, he doesn’t move, doesn’t reach out, and I start to worry that maybe he’s the one not ready for this and what it’ll mean when we’re done.

But I try one last time. “Please.”

When his hand slides into mine, I know this is it. This is when everything changes.

When I go from two mates to four and my heart expands to encompass them all.

As soon as Bane slips into my ass, my pink magic replaces Zane’s on my flesh before it floats into the air, swirling around the room.

“Ooo, pretty.” Zane blasts more of his red mist, letting the two colors mingle and collide in a dance above our heads.

After that, everything becomes a haze of pleasure, of pain, of just me and my two demons coming together to create something beautiful.

“We’re going to mark you, pinky, right on those gorgeous tits. Make you ours permanently. Are you ready?” Bane grips my breasts tighter at his words, using them as handles while he pounds harder in my ass.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.

I want to be his. Theirs. Forever.

And with the way my magic has broken away from Zane’s and is circling around the three of us, leaving us in the middle of the vortex, I know these two demons are meant to be mine.

They strike at the same time, the tips of their tails embedding themselves into my chest. My nipples tighten, and the coil in my belly explodes, my magic right along with it, slamming into their torsos.

I scream out my orgasm as I feel like I’m ripped to pieces, rearranged, and then put back together, only with two new added extensions to my body.

“Oh fuck, pinky!” Zane roars, his hips stuttering. “Take it. Take all my cum, baby. I’ve got a double load for you.”

Pink and red fireworks pop and burst with every twitch of his two dicks in my pussy.

“It’s all yours, snow.” Bane plows hard into my ass, then holds still with a deep, rumbling groan. “Every drop for the last century I saved just for you.”

I collapse against Zane’s chest, my breathing choppy and my limbs feeling like they’re weighted down with two-ton bricks. His heart’s thump, thump, thump against my ear mirrors the erratic thudding of my own.

The familiar scroll of my vines appears, etching itself into Zane’s sweaty shoulder right before my eyes. Bane’s breath hitches behind me, and I know he’s seeing my mark attaching itself to his own flesh.

The rune across my chest, my own personal set of vines, burns as their leaves fill in, and if I knew I could lift my head, I’d look to see what color they are and what their own marks look like on my body.

But that isn’t happening any time soon.

Bane places a tender kiss to the back of my head as he slowly pulls out from my body, but now that he’s gone, I feel strangely empty. And I hate it.

Zane keeps his dicks nestled firmly in my pussy as he walks on shaky legs toward my bathroom. I want to tell him just to lay down. That I’m too tired for a shower or to even use my water rune to clean us up.

But when my lips part to say just that, all that comes out is a happy sigh, because it’s official.

Written in the stars and written on our skin.

They’re mine, and I’m theirs.

From now until the world ends.