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IRIS

Shadows cuff my ankles. They tilt me to present Remy my wetness, nestling Vhex’s shifty fin between my ass cheeks.

“Mine,” Vhex growls. “ Mine. Mine. Mine .” He chants in time with the flutter of bone and muscle, teasing me from behind.

The fin is more flexible than a finger.

It’s stronger than a tongue.

Every Sentinel needs to have one.

So does every Guide.

Remy licks my lips with the broad surface of his main tongue. Then the shadows fork, extending the tip and unleashing more tiny tongues to explore.

Some tickle. Some swirl.

Others pinch and roll my labia.

“ Fuck . You like that,” Vhex groans, gripping my hips with his claws.

“So do you.” When I rock against Remy’s mouth, Vhex’s ridge responds. It’s sensitive—like a second cock.

“I fucking love whatever you love.” Vhex keeps teasing my ass. His cock is trapped somewhere between me and his thighs. He grinds and growls and grabs me tighter. Sparks fly from his fingertips, teasing my nipples and skating down my ribs.

I drown in his heat and Remy’s thirst.

I bounce my hips in little ragged pulses, so desperate for more friction that I can’t give a fuck about anything else. It should be rough, but my jerky motion turns into a glide.

“Why is it so wet?” I moan.

Vhex chuckles and palms my stomach. His fin shifts to make room for his fingers, then he drags through what feels like half a bottle of warmed-up gel. “Self-lubricating.”

Rabid goblin energy boils from his soul. It’s the kind of possessive that clings with claws. He wants to rip into Kevan’s throat with his teeth, then fuck me while the lich bleeds out.

I shudder.

I think I’ll let him have his way.

Remy snarls.

My feet fly over his shoulders as he seals his mouth around my clit. My toes twist against his desk.

The angle drags me lower on Vhex’s thighs.

“Mine,” he growls and cradles me back, tugging against the shadows until he’s spooned around my lifted hips. Somehow, his tip hits the very back of my entrance.

Remy’s tongues drive deep. I catch the barest rub from Vhex’s textured knobs.

My breath hitches.

The guys aren’t exactly cooperating. Bumping me back and forth, they tease all my favorite spots, but never enough.

“More,” I gasp and lift my hips, desperate to grind against Remy’s mouth.

Shadows clamp my legs and pin me down.

Fuck.

Remy’s too hungry to stop.

I grab Remy’s skull and anchor my fingers in his scattered, black-and-silver hair. His ear-points scrape my palms. Beneath the slope of my stomach, he watches me with eyes that glint pure red.

Part man. Part vampire.

He licks like I’m dripping honey down his throat.

His bottomless hunger makes my pussy throb.

I clench on shadows and nothing else.

My left thigh shakes the most.

“Remy,” I groan.

At first, Remy only thirsted for my blood.

Now his soul cleaves to me so desperately, it’s like I’m his spinal column or the last beam holding up his roof.

For centuries, he’s held up on pure determination.

But if I flick my little finger now?

Boom .

Collapse.

I’m crumbling too.

I use Remy’s hair for reins while Vhex sears my shoulders with kisses.

Shadows stroke my clit. Relentless . Superhuman sensitive, they find every spot that rainbows my spine.

They flick at constant speed.

Constant, deep pressure.

Vampires already give mind-blowing suction. While Remy sucks, shadows caress behind my knees, along my inner thighs, around my bellybutton.

No skin goes un-licked.

I can’t tell if I’m guiding them anymore.

Who even cares.

Pulsing around nothing but wisps, I groan.

Along with Vhex and Remy’s frenzied thoughts, I feel the painful hardness of their cocks as if it’s me, so swollen and desperate to release.

Their tight balls. Their tensed muscles.

As their abs shake from holding back, the pressure building from three lengthening fangs leaves me baring my teeth.

My instinct says to fill their need.

Fucking fast.

But their instincts leave them obsessing over the sensations that are so easily shared between our tightly joined silks.

Remy hmms in satisfaction.

The vibration matches that dark, satisfied sparkle in his soul.

“Oh—!” I start to fold. Can’t .

Vhex holds while Remy licks.

The ripple starts at my scalp. My face contorts and everything else follows. Hot. Twisty.

“I’m—I’m—” I writhe.

Oh, fuck I’m coming.

It can’t get better.

But it does.

Remy’s ropes loosen around my legs, letting me kick and curl my toes. Vhex steals me from the shadows. He lifts me high enough to free his cock.

His fin steers his shaft, letting him drag me down in one wild, soaking stroke.

I feel every bump.

Every button and ridge of his cock.

His fin works my ass. He rubs my breasts and grips my throat, wanting to touch me everywhere at the same time.

Remy lifts his head. Shadows quickly fill his place, taking over for his tongue without losing the pace that has my toes curling on his desk.

He kisses up my inner thigh.

Before I can catch my breath, Remy reaches the softest part, just below the juncture of my groin.

The glint of fang stops my heart.

“May I?” he asks, licking to warm the spot.

“Yes.” I don’t think. I just want.

I want to have them before I have to lose them.

I want to feel everything I’ve missed.

I want them.

Just them.

They must feel me letting go.

Remy’s fangs pierce gently, but so, so deep . My flesh is butter under his fangs, softening and giving way.

“Vhex,” I rasp, reaching behind to grab his horn. “Venom.”

I want to feel the rush.

He aims his bite a little higher than before—just above my pulse, beneath my jaw. When his fang pops, his cock extends.

I melt.

Venom. Fangs. Hands. Heat.

Oh fuck, their souls .

Blue sparks explode behind my eyes.

Venom hits every nerve, every blood vessel, every empty nook and aching cranny that I have. Then the rush reverses, delicious electricity crackling through my core as Remy draws the sparkling poison with his mouth.

Devilish lust whirls with vampire thrall.

Hot and soft.

It shoots me so high, I ride on a rocket, but the boosters point the wrong way. They keep me giddy, dropping me down, down, down into the endless abyss below.

Burning up, then twisting and falling.

Vhex’s tip twitches deep inside me.

Pure heat.

I come on his ridges, grinding against shadows, harmlessly kicking Remy while he pets and sucks my thigh.

My head is steaming mush.

“More,” Vhex murmurs, licking his bite. He rocks his hips to change the angle, mentally broadcasting his plan to fuck all night.

“Enough. Enough .” I grab the chair arms and hold on to whatever thin shred is left of my life. “We have a battle tomorrow.”

Maybe a whole war.

At bare minimum, I need to be able to stand without my knees collapsing.

Remy laughs and licks his bite. His saliva tingles, beginning to heal the double-barreled wound.

“You okay?” I ask and rub his hair.

“Divine.” Remy smacks his lips.

So, he’s not okay.

Neither am I.

“Vhex?” I ask.

He nuzzles in the crook of my shoulder. His emotions pulse, low and deep.

“You’re alive,” he says in a rough whisper.

“So are you.” I pat him, trying to hide the shake in my heart. “Let’s stay that way.”

“If you’re alive, I can live,” Vhex murmurs as he covers my neck in flaming kisses. His silks match the energy of his lips, brushing all over my soul. “You’re the only one who can survive me.”

A hot whisper of hellfire flows down my spine.

What about me?

Can I survive them?

My fingers tighten in Remy’s hair.

Remy hmms against my groin. He unseals his mouth, then tilts his head to find me. When our gazes meet, I almost come again, trembling. His eyes blaze bright red, lit with the same obsessive sparkle that burns in his soul.

“Follicular phase.” Remy licks his lips slowly, savoring my taste. “Your cycle is accelerating. Are you in such a rush to ovulate for me?”

I shudder.

Remy’s shadows pet my lips, dragging out one last soft, lingering orgasm.

The pleasure drains what’s left of my energy.

I sag against Vhex, struggling to keep my eyes open. It’s hard work playing alchemist, turning venom into blood, blood into orgasms, and full-on feral Sentinels into functioning men.

Men who are feral for me.

Stars . I need sleep.

I’m so relaxed, so drained, my eyelids won’t stay open.

“Wake me before dawn,” I murmur and slip under.