Page 39 of Storm of Stars (Pride of Praxis #2)

“Thorne,” Zaffir said. Thorne looked up at him, without pulling his lips from my nipples.

“Time to fuck our girl,” he said. Finally, Thorne released my nipple with a pop, and climbed his way toward my legs.

When he got there, he gripped and flipped me around until I was face down on the blankets.

He pulled my hips up until I was on all fours and before I could even regain my bearings, he was slamming his cock into me.

“I could fucking live in your pussy, love,” Thorne whispered through clenched teeth.

Briar pressed her lips to mine, tasting herself on my tongue. We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“I love you,” she whispered against my lips.

“I love you,” I replied back.

“Brexlyn,” Zaffir said, kneeling in front of me. I glanced up at him, as my body shook from Thorne’s relentless pace.

His fingers found my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. I was panting, my whole body felt weak and alive.

“You look beautiful when you’re falling apart for us,” he whispered. “I wish I could film you.” My core tightened around Thorne at the thought.

“Oh shit,” Thorne cursed.

“Hmm,” Zaffir said. “You liked that?”

I nodded.

“Soon, baby,” he promised.

I glanced down, seeing his cock twitching back to life after emptying down Ezra’s throat. I licked my lips.

“Are you going to give me your mouth?” he asked, smirking at me. I nodded again, words completely lost to me as Thorne continued his pace.

“Open wide,” he said, lining his cock up with my mouth. The moment the tip hit my tongue, I moaned around him. Then closed my lips around him, taking him as deep as I could manage in this position. Zaffir’s hands cupped my cheeks, tender and loving as he let me set the pace.

“Holy shit,” I heard Ezra whisper from beside me.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d come, but I knew they were just getting started with me, and that thought made my whole body shiver.

I felt someone run their fingers through my slickness around Thorne’s cock, and slowly swirled their finger around my tiny tight hole.

“Yes,” I cried around Zaffir’s cock.

“She likes that, Ezra,” Zaffir whispered.

“I know,” he replied before sliding two fingers into me. Working in tandem with Thorne, the two brought me to yet another earth-shattering climax. I was sobbing with love and lust as Zaffir emptied himself down my throat, I swallowed eagerly, not willing to waste a drop.

Thorne groaned as he found his climax.

My body felt spent and tired, and when Thorne and Ezra pulled themselves from me. I fell forward onto my chest, focusing on breathing and forcing my heart rate to come down.

My body was coated with sweat, and my thighs were slick and sticky with my release and others.

“Beautiful,” Zaffir praised, sitting down on the ground near my head, his chest rising and falling. Ezra and Thorne joined him. Sitting near my head. Their bodies, just as spent as mine.

I glanced at them, smiling weakly as my body came down from its continuous high.

“Where’s Briar?” I asked, but my answer came in the form of two fingers sliding into my sensitive pussy. “Oh!” I gasped.

She kneeled over my body, pressing her chest to my back as she pinned me down.

“Sorry, baby. You gave me an orgasm, but I didn't get one out of you yet,” she whispered into my ear as she worked my core with her fingers.

I felt her reposition herself between my legs, her hands working in tandem to draw me pleasure out.

As two fingers delicately hooked inside of me, swiping expertly against my most sensitive spot, she pressed two fingers against my clit.

Her touch elicited a mixture of pain and pleasure from my overly sensitive bundle of nerves, and it was fucking euphoric.

It didn’t take long before my breathing ramped up again and my fingers were digging into the blankets in front of me.

I glanced up in front of me to see Zaffir, Ezra and Thorne watching my face with hungry, love-filled eyes. They watched me writhe beneath Briar’s expert fingers like some would watch their favorite show.

Briar was working me, touching me in ways I had no idea I could be touched. I felt my body clenching her fingers, desperate for her. The pressure in my lower stomach built and built, becoming almost painfully full as she fucked me.

“Briar,” I cried out. “Stop.. I’m… Oh my God,” I mumbled, pressing my face down into the blankets, but she didn’t stop. In fact she pressed further, harder. Her fingers reached directly to the source of the building climax and practically ripped it from me.

As the climax hit me, I felt wetness spill from me in a tidal wave, and with each convulsion of my body, more wetness came too.

Briar’s fingers stilled within me. And when I finally found my breath again, and my mind cleared from the pure and utter bliss of that full body orgasm, I glanced up to find my other Wildguard watching me with open mouths.

Embarrassment flooded me instantly, and I tried to sit up. But Briar leaned over my back and pressed a kiss to my cheek, then my neck, then my shoulder blade.

“Holy shit,” Ezra whispered.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Brexlyn,” Zaffir replied, his more dominant energy had slipped away.

“Damn, Briar,” Thorne said with a low whistle. “How’d you do that?”

Briar pressed another kiss to my cheek. “I just understand women,” she said and I could feel her smirk against my skin.

“I bet I can do that too,” Thorne said moving toward me, but Zaffir put a hand on his shoulder and kept him back.

“Let our girl catch her breath, Thorne,” he said, and I sent him a smile I hoped he could read as a thank you.

My body was spent and tired and as good as I felt, I knew I needed a moment to recover from the pleasure they’d just given me.

“Take the time you need, love,” Thorne said, smiling at me.

“Yes, Brexlyn. Take a few minutes to breathe and recover. Because by my count…” His eyes darkened. “You still owe us four orgasms tonight. And I plan to collect.”

I smiled up at him, at all of them, my Wildguard.

My heart. My impossible, beautiful miracle.

Because in that moment, surrounded by their warmth, their hands, their eyes that saw all of me and loved me anyway, I knew with aching certainty that if this was our last night, if fate had already written the end, we would meet it like this. Together.

No regrets. No fear. Just us, in the quiet dark, choosing one another with everything we had left.

If I never got another sunrise, another kiss, another breath in their arms… this would be enough.