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There was no way fingers could feel the way Zovai’s mouth did, but I shook my head. I hadn’t. Hadn’t known I could or that there might be a reason to.

Zovai moved his tongue and my hips jerked towards his mouth. “Fuck.” Why did that feel good? How did I get more of it?

The growl in my ear had everything standing on end. Tightening. Growing sharper. “The scent of your cunt is intoxicating,” Sirrus said, guiding my neck to the side so he could kiss my skin. “And the scent isn’t enough. I’m going to need to taste it myself.”

“No.” I felt Zovai smile where his tongue was busy, words muffled by me. “I’m never leaving.”

I couldn’t even respond. Every piece of my body tingled, everything drawing together and gathering like sunlit haze around Zovai and his infernal mouth.

“What is that?” I asked. “What is?—”

You’re going to come, Endre spoke into my mind. Your body’s pleasure reaching its peak and drowning you with it.

A whimper came out of me, my hips jerking again. I reached, and this time I was met with hands. Sirrus’s hands holding mine and weaving our fingers together. I gripped him so hard it had to hurt, and he didn’t flinch. There was no breathing or thinking—the entire world narrowed to the stroking of Zovai’s tongue and the suction of his mouth.

He took that same motion that sparked my body and repeated it over and over. A hand dropped on my stomach to hold me down, and everything went taut. Without the movement all I could do was feel and I could feel everything. Everything.

My own voice sounded strangled in my ears as pleasure radiated through me. My body bowed against the hands binding it, muscles shaking, rushing filling my ears. The sensation was a ripple or a flood. Washing through me so quickly I wanted it back, and yet I could never go back from this.

The night was filled with my ragged breathing when I could suddenly hear again. Feel where I’d ended up, nearly flat on the bed now, with Zovai hovering over me. His mouth shone wetly in the moonlight, proof of what he’d done. His mouth was a satisfied smirk, unashamed.

“That was?—”

“Only the beginning,” Zovai said. He lowered himself slowly, kissing my forehead and my cheeks before my lips. The rawness of his kiss, mixed with me, it stirred that longing in my blood. Now that I knew what it meant and what came with it, I didn’t know that I’d ever have enough.

“Is this what you feel? When you… come?”

“Yes,” Endre said.

I laughed softly. Breathlessly. “How do you not do anything else?”

Sirrus slid down next to me. “Because it’s not always like this. One’s partner matters. And we have not had any partners in a very long time.” Then he grinned. “And doing it alone isn’t nearly as satisfying.”

Lifting my hand, my arm shook. I felt weak. “Is this normal?”

“It is,” Zovai said. “For someone new to it. As you grow used to it, pleasure will exhaust you less.”

Ender laid on my other side. “And by the same token, you’ll be able to experience more.”

“That’s not possible.”

“I promise it is.” In one movement Zovai turned us so he was beneath me and I sprawled across his body, skin on skin. His heart beat beneath my ear, nearly drowned out by the sound of his purr. “There is so much more.”

I couldn’t imagine it, but I didn’t try to. Closing my eyes, I let the heaviness pulling on my limbs pull me down as I settled into their warmth.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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SIRRUS

Lena’s hair gleamed in the dawn light. She slept quietly, hand outstretched as if she reached for something in her dreams. Her chest rose and fell, drawing my gaze lower to the nipples I’d tasted last night. Rosy pink perfection.

We’d woken her in the middle of the night once more, Endre taking his turn between her legs, Z and I holding her open for him. Watching her experience pleasure was pleasure in itself. Because she was curious, she had no shame or reservation about her pleasure. Only delight. The way her voice went throaty as she came kept replaying over and over in my mind.

I needed to hear it again.

Endre stood at one of the windows watching the sunrise, but he turned and smirked when I moved over Lena, easing her legs apart and shifting her knees over my shoulders. She didn’t stir. Yet.

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