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Panting, I look around at Scythe as Lyle enters me. My lion growls upon entry and I cry out without closing my eyes, letting my pleasure show, instinctively letting my power reach out in three streams of offering.

My shark’s glowing sapphires are intense on me as he wades closer and I know it’s him, only him and not his shark that is leading. I must really be pleading with my eyes, because suddenly there are three beasts towering around me.

Lyle is slow and careful with easing his length into me. Scythe reaches out, caressing the back of his knuckles down my cheek.

“Breathe, Aurelia,” he rasps. “Relax for your mates.”

Whether it’s my name on his lips or his gentle touch, my body obeys. Savage and Lyle hold my weight between them in a tangle of muscular arms around my thighs and waist so that I can let gocompletely and let my mate enter me. Scythe holds my gaze in a tight grip, his lips parted.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“I know, baby,” he replies.

With those three words, I drench Savage’s cock.

There are two monstrous cocks inside of me, one lion and one wolf, and I understand magic in that moment, as our bodies pant under the intensity.

But something is still definitely missing.

I rest my forehead on Savage’s jaw, swallowing down my need for Scythe. Savage slides in, then out, Lyle fucking me in tandem with him. My body melts into theirs, taking in the pleasure, the slight burn. Their grunts, their soft moans, are like kindling to the delicious high that is bubbling its way through me.

As if he can’t help it any more, Scythe’s hand reaches out, and he cups my cheek, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. I lean into him, craving more of his touch, a small, needy whine escaping my lips on an exhale.

Lyle pumps into me jerkily, his big hands squeezing my hips. Scythe leans in as if he too craves to join our writhing dance. I reach for him, placing a hand around the back of his neck, my thumb grazing his mating mark.

He closes his eyes, and I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain in that tortured expression. The backs of my eyes burn, and I immediately go to move away, except his other hand presses my hand back down. He swoops in, his mouth devouring my moans, his tongue demanding, consuming, ravenous.

His need for me takes my breath away in that moment, as if I’ve never really understood how hard he’s been holding himself back, how much fire he has inside. How much desire.

Those lips command my mouth for moments in which I feel weightless, timeless, as if we are four beings swaying in the ether, lost in only each other.

But a strain in Scythe’s movements brings me back to reality.

Because his kiss has changed its cadence, his lips barely grazing mine as if it’s now painful for him.

“I don’t want it if it hurts you,” I whisper against his lips.

He pulls his face away, his hand still cupping my cheek.

Those sapphires glint and glimmer like the surface of a sun-filled lake. A distracting surface that hides the darkness beneath. “I want to watch you come, Aurelia,” he breathes. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” It is a command that makes my stomach flop and my pussy tighten enough to make Savage tilt his head back. But does Scythe not want to be the one to make me come?

He makes no move closer, his position clear.

Well, if this is all he will allow me to have of him, then I will respect that. So I give into my wolf and lion, letting them stroke me and fuck me until I’m wound higher and higher on wings made of glittering pleasure. My blood screams with happiness as I look deeply into Scythe’s eyes. He fixes me with his own darkening gaze, and it’s that which makes me come undone. The cold, dark fire written there, directed at me. That gleam of desire that I’ve craved so long to see.

And then he cocks his head and smirks.

I come with body-shaking intensity, one arm around Savage’s neck, the other flung behind me around Lyle. My scream echoes around the bathroom and the water moves violently around us as the two big males pump their own pleasure into my body, filling me with hot bursts of their cum at the same time. I grind my hips like a wave against them, panting and wringing them out, wanting every last drop as I come down from utter pleasure. Lyle moans into my ear, his teeth scrapingmy neck. Savage groans, taking my thumb into his mouth and sucking hard, his hips stuttering.

I’m left panting, sandwiched between them, my eyes hooded and droopy on Scythe. The Great White shark blinks slowly, as if marking this tableau in his mind, his tattooed chest expanding on an inhale.

“Good girl,”Scythe says into my mind, before turning around and climbing out.

Chapter 57

Ghoul

Iam death.

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