Page 97 of Shrine of Fire

I looked around the bed at my mates, the sheets twisted around me. “I want us all to be connected. Inside each other, if you’re okay with that.”

“Fuck yes,” Cuan said with a grin. “Whatever my omega wants.”

I looked at Hashir. “I want you to bond me. I’m ready.”

As soon as I said the words, I knew it was true. It had been true for a long time.

Hashir cocked his head, caressing his hands down my leg. He kept me in the same side position and leaned over me. “You’re sure, my love? We have all the time in the world.”

He gave me a gentle kiss, nuzzling his face against mine, reassuring me. “We have eternity, Nova. We’re not going anywhere.”

“I know.” I breathed his spicy scent in and out. Scents of fire, pepper, lemon, and oakmoss washed over me. This was right, this was home.

“Then I’ll bond you.” Hashir stroked my cheek. “I will join your pack.”

Tears sprang into my eyes. He didn’t act like he was replacing my lost pack, just adding himself into it. I’d expected it to hurt more, but instead of agonizing loneliness there was soft grief. I still missed my lost pack, I always would, but I wanted these men.

Stefan nuzzled my cheek, and Kalahar touched my shoulder.

“Nova?” Hashir cocked his head. “We can stop.”

I shook my head. “I’m okay. I’m sad, but it’s…better.”

Cuan kissed my hand. “Whatever you want. We’re here for you.”

Kalahar kissed my temples. “You’re in heat. We are in the spirit world, in my domain. Now is as good a time as any for me to show you how to use the fire inside you to cleanse some more of your internal wounds.”

“Like we did in the Shrine of Rolling Clover?” I glanced at the other men. “I’ll hurt them.”

Kalahar licked the shell of my ear. “We’re almost there anyway. Sex is a good conduit for such magics. Allow your pack to have you as you intend, only this time do not quench your inner fire.”

I laughed. “I am not quenching my inner fire.”

“But you are, precious flame.” Kalahar licked along my neck. “You are afraid of releasing your fire, of frightening your mates.”

Aki frowned. “You can’t frighten us.”

“If I set the whole room on fire I will,” I snorted.

“So?” Cuan shrugged. “Set it all on fire. We’ll roast marshmallows.”

“You wouldn’t hurt us,” Stefan looked at me solemnly. “Let it all go, darling.”

I looked at Hashir. He trailed his hands down my thighs, such a tender, simple gesture. “I was there with you against the Faceless One. I put my life in your hands. It’s time to let it all go.”

Tension released from my limbs. It was so tiring, being tense all the time. It was time to let go and trust them.

Hashir’s hands on my thighs were gentle, soothing, but he knew exactly how to brush his thumb over my skin to have me panting. Kalahar kept kissing my neck, moving my heavy dark hair out of the way and dragging his mouth over my skin.

Aki caressed my legs with his hands, another point of contact, and Cuan did the same to touch my arms. They were all touching me, stroking my body. Stefan hovered in front of me, his cock a tempting treat. I leaned forward and licked around the head.

“Seven hells,” Stefan swore. “Spirits, your mouth.”

I gave him my best innocent look, looking up at him, loving the idea that I was the first one to suck his cock, the first person he ever sank himself into. Stefan groaned and his hips twitched, helpless not to move against my mouth.

I sucked him in all the way, pulling him as deep as I could as pleasure spiraled around me, through me, the hands caressing my body becoming more insistent. Hashir rubbed himself at the base of my entrance, slowly and gently until I was hitching my hips up for more.

Kalahar pressed his cock against my rear, and I wanted him, wanted everything they could give. He cupped my breasts, while he starting to grind in a steady pace against my ass. Warm oil poured down against my rear entrance and Kalahar slowly worked his fingers inside me.

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