Page 43 of Third Offense

“I’m starting to think we didn’t devour you properly earlier,” he murmured, his mouth brushing mine with each word. “I suppose that means we need to fuck you hard now.”

“Yes,” I hissed, my eyes dampening with unshed tears. I’d never been this overwhelmed in all my life, like I needed them to ground me, to take me, to make me fly and drag me down again.

Am I going into heat?I wondered idly, this overwhelming sense of lust leaving me foggy and confused andso damn hot.

I grabbed Auric’s shoulders, digging my nails into his skin hard enough to leave marks.

He growled in response, telling Novak to hurry up.

I didn’t understand at first until I felt him below, still preparing me for their penetration. I’d been so lost to this insane need that I hadn’t even felt his hands.

I’m losing my mind, I thought blissfully, utterly captivated by the carnal passion throbbing inside me.

And that scent, I marveled again.Oh, gods, it’s heady and right and oh-so-perfect.

I bathed in it, swallowing heaps of air, allowing it to settle inside me, possess me, mark me as theirs.

Wintergreen.

Leather and smoke.

Ambrosia.

Something about that nagged at me, but it was gone in the next second, my mind lost to the needs of my body as Auric finally slid inside me at the same time Novak took me from behind.Complete. Whole. Home.

I screamed their names, my purr loud and demanding, my body moving of its own volition between them, as though hypnotized by some other entity.

I couldn’t stop it.

I didn’t even want to try.

I gave in, embracing my mates and their groans and feeling them taking me all the way to the stars.

Auric braced himself against the doorway that led to the balcony while he held me with ease against him, his lips capturing mine and indulging me in the sweetest kiss. Novak remained at my back, his mouth against my neck as he used his wings to propel our bodies together in a sinful dance highlighted by the moon above.

It was sensual sublimity.

A beautiful oblivion.

A coupling meant for true mates. Love. Sexuality. And passion.

I moved fluidly between them, indulging in the heat of the moment, climbing my way to the heavens above. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Novak whispered against my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

I moaned in response, my stomach coiling with intensity and causing my thighs to clamp down around Auric. He thrust deep, hitting me in a spot that made me see stars behind my closed lids.

“We’re going to make you fly, Lay,” Auric vowed, his lips skimming my cheek as Novak reached around to grab my chin. Those words were so specific, that I decided I must have been speaking my demands about heaven out loud.

Novak tugged my head to the side, forcing me to meet his savage kiss. I allowed him to guide me, to take me, to fuck me, to claim me, to make me his in all ways.

He was thicker than Auric, ensuring I would feel his penetration in my ass for the next day or two.

But I didn’t care.

Iwantedto feel him there.

Just as I loved the experience of Auric finding that place deep inside, his pace and positioning purposeful and right.

“Come for us, Lay,” Auric said, his teeth skimming my throat as he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. Just like my nails had done to his shoulders.