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“Our names in her flesh?” Revik asked, sotto voce.

“I’ll explain later.” Zaf laid a finger under my chin, turning my face to his. “If you walked away from me right now, I would still be yours forever,sha’vail.Sh’irra. My mate.Zhai vailah.”

Our kiss was wet with my tears. I didn’t wipe them away this time. These were born of pure happiness.

With a reverent murmur, Zaf turned my head once more, bringing me face to face with Revik. He watched me, a considering look gleaming in his bright eyes.

I bit my lip.

“Tay ahmo, Lelesha?” he asked, his flicking tail telling me very clearly he remembered that my previous declaration of love had come between me calling him a “bad kitty” and an “idiota”.

I put some pout in the bite, tilting my head to look up at him through my lashes. “Te amo, Daddy.”

Revik growled and scooped me up, big hand flexing on my ass as he pulled me close.

“I would lose my honor for you,Lelesha. I am not so good a person as Zaf. There is no walking away from us. You are mine, and I am yours.Zhai vailah. Zhai iltah vail silot.”

I would love him forever, too. I pressed my mouth to his in a kiss that started hard and fast, but as Litha and Zaf slid close,their hands caressing us both, it slowed, becoming a sensual slip of fur, flesh, and tongues.

The four of our bodies moved together in perfect, unhurried harmony. I sighed into long, drugging kisses, and shivered at the brush of silky fur against my sensitive flesh. I didn’t climb to orgasm—instead it spread through me, tingling and warm, like a hot cup of champurrado on a cold morning.

I lost myself in them. Litha’s strong, beautiful body rose before me, nipples hard and sweet under my tongue. Her petals were slick as they danced with my fingers, and we both opened to the advance of Zaf’s beautiful cock with glorious welcome. The bumps along his shaft nudged my circling fingers, and my core pulsed as each one slipped into Litha’s clinging heat.

She pulled me closer with a shuddering moan, her hips sliding forward and back like waves on the shore as she kissed me.

I rocked with her, my swollen lips slipping over Revik’s girth, drenching him in my and Zaf’s essences. Time disappeared as I moved with the rhythm of the tide, feeling myself stretch and retreat, enveloping a little more of him each time.

When our hips ground together and I could get no fuller, I arched, circling, spiraling into the wash of bliss.

Revik and Zaf became the ocean, Litha and I swelling and cresting as we rode its waves.

The constant flex of pleasure blurred my vision, turning our bed into a soft-focus island surrounded by darkness. Hazy images filtered through the wash of sensation. Litha’s face, slack with arousal. Revik’s tail, coiled around Zaf’s, their legs tangled beneath us.

Murmured words of love fell around me in a gentle rain, and my heart swelled. Emotion-drenched ecstasy poured into me. I could hold no more, but still it came, rushing over and through me—body and soul.

Litha wrapped her arm around my waist, supporting, as the pleasure spilled out of me.

“Yes, my love. So beautiful. Shine for us, Little Star. Shine so bright.”

I didn’t want to be alone in the night sky.

I caressed her petals, running my fingers down to trace the spot where she and Zaf met. Whimpering through the waves of pleasure, I pushed down with my hips, rolling them in tight little circles as Revik pulsed deep inside.

Golden light from three sets of glowing eyes pushed aside the darkness as one by one, my loves—my mates—slipped over that peak, moaning their completion.

“We shine...together,” I gasped, and followed.

Chapter 40

Estrella

Aweek later, I sat listening to the rain, my eyes closed, enjoying the tug and stroke of Litha braiding my hair. She’d chosen a complex design—the bulk of my curls woven into a thick braid that wrapped around my head like a crown, with smaller braids twisted around it. She held the whole thing in place with polished thorns we’d made together just for that purpose.

I’d done her hair first, and although much simpler, she wore the single fishtail braid with pride.

Zaf and Revik had also chosen simplicity, and had dropped nuzzling kisses on each of our cheeks as they went out to make the midday meal some time ago. We’d skipped breakfast by general consensus, enjoying a long, lazy morning dozing, talking, and cuddling instead.

As a result, I was blissfully happy. And starving.

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