Page 50 of Storm of Stars (Pride of Praxis #2)

I met those molten gold eyes, then glanced toward Ezra, who was leaning back on the ground now, legs slightly parted, pupils blown wide, every inch of him focused on us as we sank down to him. Together, Zaffir and I closed the space between us and Ezra like predators approaching a prize.

I hooked a finger into the band of Ezra’s pants and drew them down slowly, teasing every inch of skin as I uncovered him, until he was bare before us. The sharp intake of his breath spoke louder than words.

Beside me, Zaffir sank closer, brushing a kiss across Ezra’s hip as I drew my gaze up to Ezra’s dark, smoldering eyes and smiled.

“Yeah,” I said, brushing my palm across Ezra’s thigh as I sank closer, brushing my lips just shy of where he needed them most, “I think he does.”

I settled in between his spread legs and wrapped my fingers around his hard length.

He exhaled sharply at the first brush of my hand against him.

I began pumping, slowly, tauntingly and he was lost to the sensation.

I dropped my mouth and took Ezra all the way to the base.

My lips tightened around him, my tongue rubbing against the underside of his hard shaft as I drank him in.

“Oh fuck,” Ezra groaned, his head falling back.

“God, you are beautiful on your knees,” Zaffir said from behind me as I continued to bob on Ezra’s cock.

I felt his fingers dance along my thighs, drawing taunting circles closer and closer to my center.

I wiggled my ass for him, hoping he’d get the point.

Finally his fingers brushed against my core, finding me wet and ready of course. I always was for my Wildguard.

I was taking Ezra as deep as I could manage in my throat, while Zaffir teased my clit with his masterful fingers.

“You know,” I said, releasing Ezra with a pop . “Ezra technically got you a house too,” I teased with darkened eyes.

Zaffir met my gaze, removing his fingers and sliding them into his mouth for a taste of my arousal. His golden eyes glinted with delight and mischievousness.

“You’re right, Brexlyn,” he said, crawling on the blanket beside me, forcing Ezra to widen his legs to accommodate us both. Ezra watched us with wide eyes, and heaving breath.

Zaffir lowered his mouth to Ezra’s hard shaft, and licked from base to tip.

“Fuck,” Ezra cursed, his fingers knotting in the blanket beside him.

“Hmm,” Zaffir said, licking his lips. “Delicious.”

Then we both descended on Ezra’s cock. Within moments we were both running our lips and tongue over him in perfect tandem. We licked and kissed each other on and around Ezra. He drove his hips so that his cock thrust between our mouths.

Ezra’s hand tangled in my hair and pulled me off of his cock and dragged my lips to his.

He drank the taste of us off his lips in our kiss.

“I need to taste you,” he demanded. Pulling me up his body until I was straddling his shoulders backwards, facing Zaffir.

Zaffir still masterfully sucked and swallowed at Ezra, as Ezra pulled my hips down.

He devoured my pussy like it was the only thing he had ever wanted to do, and I screamed out his name.

Zaffir watched us with burning eyes as his tongue painted Ezra’s cock.

I bucked my hips, unable to stop myself from chasing the climax that was building in my lower belly.

Zaffir reached a hand up and pressed his skillful fingers back against my clit and the pressure was just enough to have me detonating onto Ezra’s mouth.

He drank up every ounce of my arousal with eager laps of his tongue.

I felt them maneuver me around so that I was now laying down on Ezra, my back against his chest. Zaffir didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, he simply lined up and slammed his cock into my pulsing core.

“Zaffir!” I cried out, as he fucked me though the shockwaves of my orgasm as Ezra held me from below.

I felt his hands snaking around to where Zaffir and I were joined and gently prodding at my tight entrance. I groaned as he slid the first finger in, and then the second. By the time he stretched me with the third finger Zaffir and I were both panting and desperate for more.

“Get inside of her now, Ezra,” Zaffir commanded through his tenuous composure. “I need to feel you both.”

Ezra removed his fingers, and replaced them with the head of his cock.

This new angle made his intrusion utterly delicious and beautifully painful.

I gasped as he slowly sank into me, inch by glorious inch.

Zaffir slowed to allow us both to feel the slow claiming.

When Ezra was fully seated, the three of us breathed heavily together, our chests rising and falling in rhythm.

Zaffir’s eyes met mine, then flicked toward Ezra.

“I love you both,” he whispered.

My heart cracked wide open, all my love, all my happiness bleeding into this perfect moment.

“You know how I feel about both of you,” I gasped, still lost in the sensations of both of them stretching me so perfectly.

“Yeah,” Ezra said, a strained, but solemn sound. “I fucking love you both.”

Then Zaffir slammed into me, making us both groan. He thrust his hips with a speed that perfectly lit a fire under my skin. Ezra began thrusting his hips below me in time and I felt the shimmering stars above us as if they were in my veins.

Zaffir pinched my clit as he thrust into me and I cried out.

I chanted his name, Ezra's name, the sound blending with our breathing and moans.

The chorus was too much to handle. The love flowing between us was everything I could ever have wanted.

I came hard, clamping around them both even as they continued fucking me.

My body lit with a red hot inferno. My skin tingled as the orgasm ebbed and settled into my weary bones. Zaffir and Ezra didn’t pause as they chased their own orgasms. When they finally came together, it was the most genuine relief.

The symphony of their groans of pleasure mixed with my sighs of pure bliss echoed through the room. And for a long moment, nobody spoke, nobody moved.

Finally, they slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty, but satisfied. I sank into the warmth of their bodies, surrounded by the soft rise and fall of breathing and the quiet hum of the planetarium’s stars above. We lay tangled together on the blanket, a mess of limbs and warmth.

About twenty minutes later, the door whispered open and Thorne and Briar slipped inside.

“You three look like you had fun,” Thorne teased, brushing a hand through my hair as he sank down on the blanket above my head, leaning back to watch the stars.

“Jax is passed out, sleeping soundly,” Briar said quietly as she settled between my legs, resting her head on my thigh.

Each of the four of them had a hand resting on me somehow, a palm brushing my hip, a hand resting over mine, a weight pressed lovingly to my leg. All of them tethering themselves to me. All of them making sure I felt every heartbeat of our family.

I smiled down at Briar, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead, and glanced at the rest of them. Zaffir, Ezra, Thorne, and Briar. My Wildguard. My heart.

Around us, the stars winked and shimmered across the dome.

Shining on us, the way Thorne’s mother always promised it would.

The world was still rebuilding. The battles weren’t over.

There would be new trials, new heartbreaks, new victories waiting in the years beyond.

But right here, surrounded by these hands, these beating hearts, this unshakable warmth, I felt certain of one thing.

After years of ruin and loss, after heartbreak upon heartbreak, after fighting for every breath we drew, we had reclaimed the one thing that had been lost for so long.

Hope.