Page 52 of Midnight Fae Academy: Book Three

Make it three, I said, adding a third digit to Kols’s ass.

He clamped down around me in response, so I tugged on his cock a little to loosen him up. “I warned you that I wouldn’t be nice.”

“I. Know.” He ground out the words, his body tense and hot. I leaned down to kiss his spine again, unable to hold back the gratitude in my touch. He was sacrificing a lot in this position, allowing me all the power and essentially bowing to me when it should be the other way around.

I tried to ease my pace a little, but he growled, aware of my intent.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he said. “Give me everything, Zeph. We both know I can take it.”

“You can,” I agreed, removing my fingers to tug down my boxers. “I hope you’re ready.”

“I am.”

He wasn’t.

Not quite.

But he wouldn’t fight me on this. It’d been too long for all of us, and with Aflora’s panting in my mind and Kols’s sacrifice below, I was gone to the moment. I aligned myself with his hips and thrust inside, eliciting a hiss of pain from Kols that quickly turned into a groan as I reached around him again to pump his cock.

I draped myself over him, needing his touch, his warmth, his soul.

Then I grasped his hip with my other hand and began to move.

I detailed it all to Aflora in my mind, telling her my pace, describing Kols’s responding sounds, told her we were sweating and fucking with a raw intensity that threatened to destroy us all.

She had three fingers insides her tight sheath, mimicking the motion, her little moans music through our bond.

“She’s close,” I told Kols.

“So am I,” he groaned, his arousal throbbing against my palm in agreement.

“Not yet.” I wanted us to unravel together, to reignite the threads of our bonds and rekindle the dying flame between us.

Perhaps it was all in my mind—a consequence of our distance.

But I needed this shared moment to renew the hope inside me.

Zeph, Aflora moaned. Please. I need to come.

Oh, her voice was perfect. That refreshing kiss of fate I needed inside to tug me over the edge as Kols clamped down around me, urging me to fuck him harder and faster.

The two of them together shoved me to the precipice of oblivion, causing me to nearly lose sight of our goal. But my determination snapped into place, reining me in just long enough to say, “Now.”

Heat swarmed through my veins as Aflora detonated in my mind, then Kols jolted beneath me, his orgasm spilling into my palm and forcing me to fall over the cliff with him into a heart-stopping climax.

Reality escaped me.

Oblivion welcomed me.

The fucking stars brightened for me.

And for one fantastic moment, everything was perfect, as it should be, the three of us lost to the throes of passion in unison with one another.

I fucking miss you, Aflora, I said, falling onto Kols, my energy depleted, my soul calming for the first time this week.

I miss you both, too, she replied as I rolled Kols onto his side to spoon in the bed. He trembled, his back to my chest, and I held him through the aftermath of our brutality. I kissed his shoulder and his neck, whispered gratitude in his ear, and stroked his abdomen.

Submitting didn’t come naturally to him.

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