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I’d already forgotten about my inner musings, how I’d wondered what I must look like. But I loved hearing his comment now. I almost preened. Only a particularly harsh thrust from Az had me moaning instead.
“Can she take more?” Typhos asked, sounding bored. “Or is this the best she can do?”
My nostrils flared, my nails biting into Ajax’s hips. I’d been holding on to him for balance, letting him and Az lead with their movements while I tried to focus on Melek in my mouth. But now I wanted to punch Typhos in the face, too.
“She’s taking me just fine,” Melek told him, that note of praise still there as he continued to hold my gaze.
“You’re not even halfway in her mouth,” Typhos returned. “Don’t tell her she’s doing fine or that she’s a Goddess when she’s not even trying to take you down her throat. That’s not worthy of praise, Melek. That’s worthy ofteaching.”
Melek sighed, his gaze leaving mine to look at Typhos. “Her tongue feels like fucking heaven, Ty. I don’t?—”
His voice cut off on a curse as I took him deeper into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
Because fuck Typhos.
And fuck his comments.
I can take more,I thought.I can take everything my mates give me.
I proceeded to prove that by blowing Melek’s mind while using my grip on Ajax to thrust my hips upward and back into Az.
Growls echoed in response, my men reacting to my movements and driving me onward. Forcing me to accept every bit of them and give all of myself in return.
To move.
To swallow.
To lose myself entirely to the sensual dance created by my mates.
“Fuck, Cami,” Melek bit off, his neck straining as I all but choked on his cock.Just like Typhos threatened to do to me,I thought.Only it’s Melek’s dick in my mouth instead.
And I was very much enjoying showing the Hell Fae King what he was missing.
Ajax grasped my hips, encouraging me onward, while Az palmed my breast with one hand and slid the opposite between my legs to thumb my clit.
Sensation rippled up and down my spine, my body possessed in every way imaginable.
So full, I marveled.I’m so… so full.
Of Ajax. Of Az. Of Melek.
My throat worked around my Hell Fae Prince while my lower half squeezed my Warden and my Commander, and I feltinvigorated. Reborn. So damnalive.
I couldn’t remember how any of this had begun, nor did I care. All that mattered was this moment, this claiming, thisexperience.
Masculine need flourished all around me, in the way my mates touched me and in their minds. I could taste their lust. Feel their building climaxes. Sense their burning desires.
It stoked my own carnal passion in kind, lighting me on fire from within and causing me to lose my mind to the ferocity of our embrace.
So much heat.
So much virility.
So much energy.
The latter swirled in the air, threatening to drown me in its powerful kiss. And I welcomed it. Welcomed the cataclysmic end to this madness. Welcomed my mates’ savage possession.
Because they were the ones building that raging inferno, their combined yearnings creating a cyclone of hot need mingled with scorching intensity.
