Page 107 of The Veil of Blood and Magic

“Telling you that would be akin to trusting you. I don't think we've made it there yet. Have we, pet?”

“I’ll never trust you,” I say.

“You need to feed,” he says ignoring that.

He looks me up and down, and then leaves the room.

I've just slipped back into one of the signature nightgowns, this one a dark purple, by the time the door swings open again.

My heart leaps in my throat at the sight of Zev and Jagger, looking clean and healthy, their clothes new—simple cotton pants and shirts, but fresh.

They cross the room in seconds, enveloping me in an embrace that fills me to my very core.

“Are you hurt?” Jagger asks, smoothing his hands over my body.

Zev does the same inspection, but I shake my head.

“I’m unharmed. And you two?”

“The prince made good on his promise,” Jagger says, glancing over his shoulder at where Gray leans against the wall near the door. “We have rooms on this floor. We're fed and allowed to use the bathing chambers.”

My eyes flash to Gray for a moment, curiosity rattling my mind before my focus is yanked back to my Linked. Their desire washes over my tongue, and hunger floods my body, making it go taut.

I move my hands over Jagger’s chest, then turn to Zev, shifting fluidly between the two as our mouths crash together, the three of us unable to touch each other enough.

My fangs punch out, throbbing with the need to sink into them.

“Aren't you going to leave?” I manage to ask, looking at Gray as Jagger and Zev continue to kiss me along my neck and chest.

Gray shakes his head, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

I huff out a frustrated sigh. “Suit yourself.”

“Look at me,” Zev demands, and my eyes trail up to his golden ones. “Ignore him. Ignore everything. We're here for you. Take what you need.”

My heart expands in my chest, and I tremble at his words.

Jagger gently grips my hips and leads me to the bed, Zev following.

It's hard to do as he says, hard to ignore that Gray hasn’t budged from his spot near the door. Hasn’t taken his eyes off of me for a second.

My Linked start undressing, gently removing the gown from my body until we’re all bare to each other, and I forget everything outside of the sensation of their bodies around mine.

Jagger shifts the black silk sheets around us, sparing us some of our dignity as we relinquish ourselves to the primal instincts driving our bodies. Link and Linked, the pulsing need sayingclaim claim claim.

Zev is the first to grab me, slanting his mouth over mine before slicking his thick head through my wetness, sinking in to the hilt, his powerful hand hiking my leg over his hip as he thrusts inside me.

Jagger is the second, kissing his way up my spine as he nestles in behind me, the three of us on our sides beneath the silk sheets as Jagger teases the seam of my ass. I relax, welcoming him in as he gently pushes himself into the tight space until I can't see or think or feel anything but the two of them consuming me in such a way.

We're a tangle of limbs and kisses and desire, our bodies driving us toward that sweet edge of pleasure, the waves of it building like a storm beneath my skin. I can feel their bonds rattling inside me, their powers radiating like a current between the three of us back and forth and in between.

Every touch and graze makes me tremble, makes me liquid.

Every punishing kiss from Zev, every sweet touch from Jagger has my soul stretching so much I swear it will shatter into a thousand pieces from needing them so much.

Zev reaches down between us, pumping into me with hard thrusts that push me back against Jagger, the rhythm a perfect kind of ache that has me gasping for breath. He rolls his fingers over my pulsing clit, plucking out more pleasure until I'm practically keening with the need for release.

I reach behind me and grip onto one of Jagger’s hands, wrapping it around my chest and holding him tight against me, my other hand tunneling into Zev’s hair as they push me closer and closer to the edge.

---