Page 41 of Sunken Empire

"Please what, damselfish?" Zale asks, lowering his weight down.

"I want you," I sigh while sinking my fingers into his hair.

"Who do you want?" he pushes.

Dragging one hand down his jaw, I tell him easily, "You. And Zeph. And Zanthus. All of you." Apparently, I have no shame because I definitely don't feel it as the words flow out.

Zeph chuckles at my breast, making my belly do flips. "Mmm, our mate is a greedy little thing, eh brothers? Wanting all of us at once."

"Stop teasing her, Zephyr," Zanthus chastises while climbing atop the bed on our other side and knee walking to us.

As he leans down to claim my lips, letting those blond locks skim over my chest, Zale takes advantage of my distraction to nudge my legs further apart. I feel his cock sliding through my folds as Zanthus continues to ravage my mouth. With one hand now clutching Zeph closer and the other trapped between me and Zanthus, I'm completely at my three mates’ mercy. It's terrifying and amazing all at once. Zeph was right. I am ridiculously greedy because there's no place I'd rather be than right here in this moment with them.

It's plainly obvious their mutual ministrations have made me wet enough for Zale to ease himself right inside, but that doesn't stop me from squeezing his hips between my thighs. There are just so many sensations all at once that it's hard to focus on any one thing. Zanthus' sweeping tongue determined to leave no space untouched. Zephyr's suction and teasing scrapes at my breast. Zale slowly retreating only to plunge in deeper with every stroke. Then one of their hands makes its way between our bodies to where Zale and I are connected. I'm already so close that with the first couple of strokes, I'm sent over the edge so fast it has my back arching off the bed with a jumbled cry.

The pride of my three mates at having pleased me to the point of being lost in a dark abyss for a few moments is evident in the soft breath from each of them fanning across my warming skin as low sounds fills my ears. I've barely poked through the hazy bubble they've securely locked me in before Zale tenses above me then drops his entire weight down on me, pushing his brothers away in the process, much to their grumbling displeasure.

"Eskrya," he sighs in my ear. His tone makes me suspect it's a term of endearment, so I ask, hoping not to ruin the moment. "It means beloved," he tells me, lips constantly brushing across my skin.

Before I can steal another kiss from him, he's braced on his arms again and lifting himself away. I'd mourn the loss if it weren't for Zanthus immediately capturing my attention. My hand sinks into his hair as he hovers over me, dragging his tongue across one taunt nipple and then the other.

"Waiting all this time has been torture," he says as our gazes clash. "But it was well worth it, and I'd wait another hundred years if I had to for you."

Warm fuzzies spring to life in my chest at his words that have nothing to do with sex or the feeling of our bodies touching.

Of course, Zeph never misses a chance to find humor in any situation as he grins and adds, "Good thing for us, we don't have to wait since our beguiling, greedy, little mate is here in front of us."

"I'll show you greedy," I snap playfully. Neither he nor Zanthus are quick enough to stop me from twisting in their grasp. Shoving Zephyr on his back gently, I ignore the flash of gold in his eyes as I lean down to slip his cock between my lips. He groans as his head falls back with his lids dropping closed. The rapid rise and fall of his chest spur me on to move faster just to see how quickly I can push him to lose his mind. Unfortunately for that plan, not so much me, Zanthus chooses this moment to take my hips between his palms and lines himself up at my entrance. A small whine slips from me around Zeph, making him moan again.

My brutish mate takes his time pushing inside, drawing out another pleasure-filled mewl from me as I let my eyes drift closed while basking in the feeling of being trapped between the two of them. A feat Zephyr will have none of.

"Open those beautiful eyes, oh mate of mine," he demands softly. "I want to see them as I take my pleasure between these pretty lips."

True to his word, his thumb traces my bottom lip where it's wrapped around his cock. The molten gold in his irises shimmers until I feel it deep down in my soul. It's hard to break the connection, but I must know what happened to my other mate. Even if he did already have his moment in this thing we have working. Finding him lying back on the pillows and watching us is a shot of unfiltered lust straight into my core.

Zanthus lets out a shuddering breath behind me as my walls clench down on him. It drives him to pick up his pace until I'm rocking against Zephyr without much work involved on my part. All three of those bright-colored threads hum to life, sending a zing through my body. Even without the physical connection to Zale, ours isn't any duller than the others. As I feel Zeph tensing beneath me, those colorful cords seem to braid themselves together, wrapping mine in the middle.

Instinct demands I slam my eyes closed, but I want to watch my playful mer mate as I push him over into that same abyss I fell into earlier. It doesn't take long. He clenches a fist in the back of my hair as he arches his hips off the bed. I'm working on taking all that he has to offer down the back of my throat when Zanthus digs his fingers into my hips, jerking me back against him with a low groan. Both of my mates filling me the way they are sends me right over with them again.

Zanthus murmurs a soft curse as I tighten around him before slowly retreating and peppering kisses all along my back. Zeph slips from my mouth as my other mate hits a particularly ticklish spot near the bottom, and I collapse with a giggle on top of him. He pretends to grunt, accepting my weight like I'm heavy and earning himself a poke to his ribs. My imagination could probably do better than that if I could muster the strength to carry through with it. As it is, I do nothing to help either of them as they maneuver us up to the pillows where Zale waits.

He folds me into his arms easily and kisses my temple, making me feel even more cherished. I fall asleep to the soft mumbling of my mates surrounding me.

Over the next couple of days, the four of us fall into a routine. Since there's nothing we can do at this point but wait until we find the answer we need to break the curse, we spend our time training with the other mer and teaching me how to swim with my new tail. Which isn't as easy as it sounds. When we aren't doing either of those things or getting lost in the study, my mates and I take advantage of our window of opportunity at being alone every chance we get. Sometimes it's just two of us and other times it's three and four. The latter is the most fun. I never would have conceived there being such a variety of positions. Needless to say, that time is never boring.

In a rare moment of being alone, I find myself once again being treated to the wonder that is Zephyr's tub. He's currently on Rubi duty and ran off to track down some food, so I don't wait for his invitation to enjoy the massive pool. Not like he's going to mind when he returns anyway.

Relaxing the muscles in my neck, I let my head fall back to the tiled surface of the floor. I swear I just mean to close my eyes for a second and no more, but that's not what happens. Immediately, there's a suction feeling that hits me right in the chest and drags me into a black void. I don't even have time to make any kind of noise before everything turns into a pitch-black nothingness and I swallow water down my throat.

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