Page 82 of The Crown of Nyx

“Good girl,” she purred. A shiver raced down my spine as I rested both hands on her thighs. It was a little easier now, giving Elias more access to me, and Maeve a clear path to my throat. “Isn’t she such a good listener?”

Elias grabbed one of my ass cheeks and gave it a warning squeeze. Oh fuck, if he spanked me…I wasn’t sure if he would do it in front of Maeve, that seemed like more of an usalonething, but I also had to wonder if he would be able to hold back.

I bit the inside of my cheek as Maeve’s hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head to the side. My fingers dug into her thighs as she pressed a kiss to the inside of my throat.

“Let’s give her a reward for being so good,” Elias growled.

Maeve hummed against my throat. “Let’s do.”

My lips parted with a silent cry as Maeve’s fangs plunged into my throat. Euphoria replaced the brief bite of pain. But pleasure quickly followed as Elias inched out of my pussy, before thrusting back into me a pleasurable force. It made Maeve tighten her hold on me, her free hand grabbing my upper arm.

I was flooded with too many sensations; Maeve’s tongue against my throat and her fangs inside me; Elias fucking me from behind, hips slamming into my ass.

My core tightened, the feeling of a climax rushing through me quickly. My belly fluttered with how close it was, how quickly they’d been able to pull one out of me. Her mouth on my throat, tongue lapping at my blood. His cock stretched me wide with each hard thrust.

I couldn’t stop the first orgasm; my pussy spasmed around Elias’s cock, but he didn’t stop pounding intome, giving me no reprieve or time to come back from the shocks of my climax. My hands nearly fell from Maeve’s thighs from the intensity.

Maeve tore her lips from my throat and claimed my lips in a searing kiss, cutting off my cry. Wetness seeped down my thighs, the rush of my release quickly overcome by the pressure of a second orgasm rearing its head.

My fingers dug into Maeve’s thighs as she swiped her tongue into my mouth. The taste of my blood no longer worried me; instead, I welcomed her kiss, matching each swipe of her tongue with my own. Elias kept each thrust even, his cock swelling, the rush of his impending climax clear through the bond.

But Maeve distracted me with her fingers; though she didn’t release my hair, keeping me trapped in the kiss, her free hand went to my breasts, which swayed with each hard thrust from Elias. Her fingers moved to my hard nipple and gave it a twinge. I made a sound of surprise against her lips, tightening around Elias.

“Fuck, Angel, you’re going to come again on my cock. Now,” he gritted out. One of his hands left my ass to reach around me to play with my other hard nipple.

And that was all I needed to fall over the edge of pleasure a second time.

My second orgasm ripped through me; Maeve released my mouth to allow me to cry out, a look of gratification crossing her face. She smirked down at me, her chest rising and falling fast, heart pounding as loudly as my own.

Elias followed me a moment later, grunting his release, cock swelling within me. I moaned, the feeling almost too much as his hips bucked, cum filling me with each slow thrust.

Our breaths were loud in the quiet of the room. Maeve released my hair to cup my cheek, lips stained red with my blood. “You did so good,” she murmured, brushing her mouth against mine in a brief kiss. “Thank you,a mhuirnín.”

I shuddered, dropping my head against her shoulder. My magic had mostly been settled before now, but it retreated, pleased with the time spent with both mates.

Behind me, Elias dropped a kiss to my shoulder and groaned. “You’re going to need another shower, Angel. You’re soaked.”

I ducked my head, cheeks burning. After the events of the last two days, I really didn’t want to get out of this comfortable bed. My muscles ached with a ferocity I wanted to blame on stress, and all I wanted to do was sleep.

Elias pulled out of me with another groan, his release spilling down my thighs. “I’ve got you, Angel. Just stay there a moment,” he murmured. He left the bed, and I felt like falling into Maeve, but I managed to hold myself up.

“How are you feeling?” Maeve asked softly. “Did I take too much?”

I shook my head slowly as I looked up. “Did you take enough?” I replied. The red was gone from her eyes, leaving them the same clear, ocean blue I loved.

“I took what I needed,” she replied, as Elias appeared again with a damp cloth in hand. I sighed as he cleaned me, grabbing his shirt as he did. I quickly dressed, watching as he tugged his pants on with a soft smile on his lips.

“Thank you.” I looked between them as Elias approached the bed, eyes shining.“Both of you.”

“For what, Angel?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“For…this.” I shrugged, cheeks warming. Wrapping my arms around myself, I released a shaky breath. Maeve hadn’t moved from where she sat at the top of the bed, though she watched me with confusion. “For being the strength I need,” I murmured. “For being you. I know all of this has been hard, and I wish we could have done all of this differently. But thank you for not holding it against me.”

Maeve grabbed my hand and pulled me into her, laying us both down. She nodded to Elias, who crawled into the bed on my other side. She managed to get the heavy blanket up around us, cocooning us in a shared warmth.

I yawned, the sound piercing the silence of the room. “I love you,” I said, and I hoped they knew I meant both of them.

Maeve brushed hair off my cheek as Elias wrapped an arm around my belly, hand splaying protectively over my stomach. “Love you so much, Angel,” he murmured.

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