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IRIS

Vhex plows me into Remy. I crash with a vampire pillow at my back, but before I’m horizontal, claws spread my thighs.

That devil tongue comes in hot .

Vhex’s fang teases me open, sharp and so fucking sweet.

He has no thoughts—just raging, monster lust and the primal urge to fuck me through bedrock.

Rolling on venom, my body’s pain flies miles away.

I grip Vhex’s flaming horn.

Let’s see how deep he can take me.

With a snarl of satisfaction, he licks between my lips and snakes his tongue into my wetness. He tilts his head on the upstroke, sucking my clit and rolling it against his fang until he finds the spot that unzips my spine.

Just my touch—just my fucking taste —fades his flames. Vhex’s whole back ripples as he works me over. It’s art the way his neck cords and the wave of tension rolls, clenching and straining every muscle from his wide shoulders to his tight waist.

Trembling, I reach for a better grip, but a shadow pins my free hand to my side.

Remy’s arm nestles between my breasts. A cold, possessive grip locks around my throat. His claw-tip lands at the sensitive hole of his unhealed bite.

“ Guide ,” he whispers, all syrup and sandpaper, scraping softly at my ear.

Vhex’s tongue drives me deeper onto Remy’s lap.

I lie half-reclined, roped in shadows and glued to his thighs.

Still holding my throat, Remy rakes his free hand across my ribs.

His cold palm lifts my breast. The jolt pops my nipple high and hard, presenting it to be circled by the ticklish, scraping claw of his thumb.

Pushed and pulled and utterly controlled, I can’t tremble. My shiver stays trapped inside.

Only my soul-silks betray the flutter that rocks me deeper with every lick and touch and pinch of claw. My silks wave with unseen wind, reaching out so desperate to connect to my Sentinels that they bathe my skin in neon blue.

“Remy. Vhex,” I murmur, not fighting their hold.

They’ve changed.

So have I.

Losing myself in the thigh-shaking rasp of Vhex’s tongue, I wind my silks into their souls.

Their hunger hits me first.

Clinging and coiling, silks and hands, they fight to drag me deeper; they won’t be satisfied until they’re licking my bones.

Their want goes deeper than lust.

Their need steals the breath from my lungs.

Most of their earlier healing has been undone. Remy’s tangles are more tangled and Vhex’s meridians sting, freshly charred. On top of their usual damage, the lich king’s touch left pock-marks of decay.

It doesn’t hurt them, and that’s the worst part.

They can’t even tell parts of themselves are warped.

Using energy I didn’t realize I had left, I wrap their grayed-out silks and coax them back to life.

Slowly, the grey turns white.

Then it turns blue.

Remy groans. Twitching and shuddering, he bites my shoulder—not breaking skin, just holding on.

“Firefly,” Vhex gasps as he collapses on my thighs.

I pour myself into them.

Their ears round, claws shrink, and their magic sinks beneath their skin.

I catch the throb of Vhex’s fang and the tight, heavy pressure of his cock.

Remy’s thoughts return scrambled, but they ring with a craving that goes beyond thirst. His grip tightens. His shadows thicken, binding me in ropes.

When he slammed me on his desk, monstered out of his mind, Remington Azrid didn’t give a fuck if he drained me to a husk.

The man pulling me against his body is no less a monster, but somewhere, his goal stopped being my blood. Now, Remy bites the flesh of my shoulder with his flat teeth, not to feed but to possess .

The new and sparkly feeling gives me a shiver that wiggles my toes.

Vhex and Remy’s silks coil and suck. I feel them savoring the happy sensation, my energy, my touch. They drink down everything I offer, always wanting more.

I wind into them, constantly running my power up and down their souls, feeling more of their sensations, and more of their emotions return.

“Fuck.” Vhex shudders against my belly. “Wife.”

He melts between my thighs. His hot kisses trail from my clit to my mound, up the slope of my stomach. Vhex lingers at my navel. The heat of his breath softens me for the electric tug of his fang. He tugs my skin between his teeth, circling fingers around my entrance as he kisses his way back down.

My hips buck. They can’t escape.

I’m too tightly bound.

I’m dripping by the time the bridge of Vhex’s nose finds my clit. He rubs back and forth with the same metronome pace he uses when I’m riding his fin.

I feel him savoring my reactions. His dirty growls congratulate my body for every whimper and held-down twist.

Two fingers press inside me.

Then three.

He sucks my clit, keeping the pace with steady flicks of his tongue.

Leftrightleftrightleftright—

“ Vhex !” My body won’t stop shaking. The only thing I can control is how hard I grip Vhex’s horn.

I dig in my nails, dragging his face into me.

“You’re so good,” he mutters roughly—not-quite human. “Have to make you feel good.”

He lavishes kisses along my inner lips, sliding his tongue in and out in long, caressing strokes. A quaver rolls through my body. Vhex pins my thighs, stopping them from clamping shut. He draws the dripping wetness to my clit with a curl of his tongue.

A deep pulse clenches around his fingers.

Not enough.

With my shudders stifled, I can only rub jerkily against Remy. His cock presses between us, diamond hard thanks to the rush of my very own blood.

I grind back against his shaft. “Give me what’s mine.”

“ Iris .”

My name drips from his lips, dark and musical.

My pussy pulses.

“Iris,” he repeats as if he’s reminding himself. “Iris. Iris.” His grip switches between choking, deliciously clawed squeezes, and gentle, petting strokes that pause to count the beats of my pulse.

His shadows whip down my hips. I’m lifted to a better angle, then dragged back on Remy’s bare lap.

His tip nudges my slick, needy entrance.

Vhex pulls back his fingers but shifts with us, never missing a lick. He falls deeper between my thighs, sucking at an angle that crosses my eyes.

Remy holds me while I tremble.

Guided by shadows, his cock pushes between my lips.

The drag is gentle. I suck a shaking breath between my teeth, curling forward to brace for a slow and gentle plunge.

“Iris,” Remy whispers.

There’s a shift in the pattern of his thoughts. This time, he wants a response.

“You remembered.”

“This is yours.”

Remy thrusts straight up.

What slow?

What gentle?

My ass cheeks crack against his skin as he plunges to my depths, hard, wide, and merciless.

“ Ah~! ”

My toes hit all four compass points as my pussy muscles roll.

“Re—my—” I pant. So stretched. So full. “Too much. Fuck. Fuck .”

It doesn’t hurt. The farthest thing . But the sharpness of the pleasure sends my hips into over-drive. It’s too intense.

I try to buck. To adjust. To get away.

Or maybe just to feel that deep, deep thrust again.

Leaving his shadows to tweak my nipples, Remy palms my stomach. His thumb hooks in my bellybutton. The broad span of his fingers covers my entire mound.

“Yours. To keep,” he insists and presses down.

His arms bar my torso. His shadows pin everywhere else.

I can’t move.

I can’t ride or grind or do anything but feel .

Remy makes a satisfied rumble as he holds me in place. The only motion comes from his hand. I can’t call it a rub. He barely moves an inch in either direction. More like he’s feeling the buried shape of his shaft through my trembling muscles.

“Mmm,” Vhex murmurs, tickling my clit. “You’re close.”

I fucking know!

I shake my arm, fighting ropes of shadow. “Remy. Fuck me.”

“I am.”

“Not like this.”

“Like what?” Remy chuckles and nips my ear.

I groan. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Yes.” He pulses his palm. Press and release. Press and release.

My pussy muscles squeeze his shaft. They’ve adjusted to his width. Now, my body tries to make its own friction. The tension rolls down my stomach, underneath Remy’s teasing hand.

My thighs quiver.

Vhex moans as I drench his mouth.

“Feel me?” Remy asks as he squeezes.

“Yes.” My pussy clenches again, rubbing herself.

As if I can feel anything else.

I can feel the indent in his tip. Even the veins of his shaft.

“Keep feeling.” He rubs his nose behind my ear. “I’m staying. With you. Not going anywhere.”

His cock twitches.

“Right.” I shiver. “You can’t go. You’re mine now.”

A deeper shudder rolls between our souls. Remy’s silks wave with pleasure.

“You’re glowing, precious girl.”

“Remy,” I moan.

Chuckling, he jolts his hips.

The shallow thrust is everything I need. My spine arches so hot and liquid, it welds to his ribcage.

My magic blazes.

My color mixes with his black-and-purple, our souls so close to joining that they shine royal blue.

I yank Vhex’s horn.

He resists my pull, fully focused on teasing my clit.

I’m about to yank his hair when I spot a figure creeping from the edge of the crater, drawn by my growing glow.

“Vhex!” I yell.

Catching the sharpness of my tone, he snaps upright between my thighs. Vhex licks his glistening lips and death-glares the encroaching ghouls. “I’m busy, you fucking grubs.”

At his level, he doesn’t have to make a throwing motion for his fireballs.

Pink meteors shower from open air. They ash the monster I spotted and draw more survivors out of hiding in a chorus of screeching wails.

While they scatter, Vhex smooths behind my knees. His gentle hands contrast his smoky grin and the casual confidence of those no-look kills.

“Did I do good?” he asks.

“So good,” I pant, still speared on Remy’s cock.

Vhex lengthens his claws on purpose, so that he can rake them down my inner thighs. His grip spreads me open. He stares hungrily at my filled entrance.

My pussy flutters.

I stroke his horn and whisper, “take your reward.”

Vhex lowers himself in a trance. He strokes my lips with hot fingers, massaging me on Remy’s shaft as he works me wider.

Remy never stops rubbing my stomach.