"Damrion, please," Adriel moans, his voice thick with need. "Let me take her now."

Damrion reaches out, wrapping a hand around Adriel’s throat. There’s an intensity in his eyes, a promise that they’ll give me everything they have. I revel in it, sobbing in ecstasy.

“Together,” he says to Adriel before slipping his hand between our bodies. I feel his fingers close around Adriel’s erection, hear Adriel moan as he grips him. He presses Adriel's cock to my opening, his eyes locked on my face as he slowly pushes Adriel into me—claiming me with Adriel’s cock even as Adriel does.

I throw my head back, moaning their names as Adriel stretches and fills me. Damrion’s hand slips from him, sliding down the cleft of my ass. His fingers press against my back entrance. He stretches me, and then I feel his cock pressing where his fingers just were.

“Relax, ást-meer,” he murmurs, gently pushing forward. “Relax.”

Pleasure and pain radiate through me as he slides into me, and Adriel pushes deeper. I feel my barrier stretch and tear around Adriel’s cock. I can't help but cry out at the fleeting moment of pain. It only makes the ache more intense, only makes me want them even more.

“She feels so good, Damrion,” Adriel moans, awe in his voice as his hips settle against mine.

Damrion pushes forward, filling me inch by exquisite inch. I feel like I’m flying, caught between their bodies, so full of them nothing else registers, nothing else exists. It’s only them and the way they fill me.

“More,” I plead, head thrown back against Damrion’s shoulder. “More, please.”

"Fuck her," Damrion commands Adriel, authority ringing in his voice. “Make her ours, Adriel.”

“Ja,” Adriel growls, his grip on my hip tightening. He pulls back before his hips snap forward, burying his thick cock deep inside me over and over.

Damrion matches him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving over mine as if they were made for this. They claim me, take me, make me theirs in the most primal way. And I love every second of it.

Pleasure explodes through every nerve ending, blinding in its intensity. I'm stretched and filled, completely consumed by them.

"Look at her, Damrion," Adriel groans, leaning down to suck on the pulse fluttering wildly in my throat. "She's perfection. Our perfect mate."

"Ja, hermaðr. She’s ours forever." Damrion punctuates each word with a deep thrust that has me seeing stars.

Adriel changes his angle slightly, hitting some magical spot inside me that has bliss flowing through my veins. I cry out, my inner muscles fluttering around him.

"There," Damrion growls, craning my head back with a hand tangled in my hair. "Again, Adriel. Don't stop."

Adriel obeys, hitting that spot over and over until I'm incoherent with pleasure, babbling their names. All it takes is Damrion’s teeth closing around the shell of my ear to send me hurtling over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

I scream as I come, crying out for them. But they don’t stop. They can’t. Adriel is frantic, desperate to come as he drives into me again and again.

But he needs more, too.

I understand what he needs even if he doesn’t. He needs Damrion.

This isn’t about me. It’s about us—all three of us. We’re one soul split between three bodies. Their pleasure is mine—mine is theirs. They need each other to be complete just as much as they need me.

And Gods help me, but the thought of Damrion claiming Adriel sets my blood on fire. I need it as badly as they do.

"Damrion," I sob, trying to tell him. I want him to take Adriel, to please him. So badly I ache for it. "Adriel needs you."

For once, Damrion doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t question. He presses a hot kiss to my throat and slides from my body with a groan. I whimper at the loss of his heat...and then moan when I see him seaming himself to Adriel’s back, bowing over him as Adriel slams into me again and again.

I can’t see what he does, but I feel it through the bond. I see the ecstasy on Adriel's face.

"Gods, yes!" he cries out, choking on pleasure.

The sensation of Damrion moving within Adriel sends tremors through me. Each powerful thrust drives Adriel deeper into me, his hips crashing against mine. Pleasure surges down the bond—coming for Adriel, coming from Damrion, bouncing back from me. There’s so much of it that I can’t breathe through it.

"More," I plead, desperate for the overwhelming pleasure to consume me. "Please, don't stop."

They don’t. Adriel’s mouth crashes against mine, his kiss hot and wild as he pounds into me.

"Abigail," he gasps against my lips, voice strained and desperate as he trembles above me, so close to falling over the edge. “Ah, Gods, Abigail.”

"Your pleasure is ours," Damrion growls, his golden eyes locked with mine. He reaches for my hand, tangling our fingers together. “Adriel is going to knot with you when he comes, ást-meer. Don’t be afraid. He won’t hurt you.”

I’m not afraid. Not for a single second have I ever been afraid of these Fae. I understand the knot and its purpose. I relish the thought of feeling it deep inside me—of knowing that Adriel is satisfied.

"I want it," I whisper, holding his gaze, letting him see the truth for himself. “I want it, Damrion.”

Pride and desire flare in his eyes. He dips his head, his lips against Adriel’s throat. "Come for us, Adriel," he commands, raw power in his voice. “Give her what she wants, hermaðr.”

With a choked cry, Adriel obeys, driving into me without rhythm. His body goes rigid, his knot slamming into place inside me, locking us together.

I scream their names as the sensation of being so completely filled by him sends me crashing over the edge. Adriel roars, jerking above me as he comes with me, releasing deep inside me.

The sensation of us unraveling together is too much for Damrion. He shouts as he follows us over the edge, pulling out of Adriel just before his knot can slam into place. His cum drips all over us, making a mess of us.

I moan when I feel it, aftershocks ripping through me. Pleasure radiates down the bond—so much of it that it’s impossible to separate what comes from who. I don’t try. I simply revel in it.

Adriel collapses on top of me, rolling us to the side at the last second to keep from crushing me with his weight. He pants for breath, kissing all over my face.

Damrion gathers us both up into his arms, cradling us close. His lips brush my forehead and then Adriel’s. “Love,” he whispers. “I love you both.”

Tears burn behind my eyes as the words I've desperately ached to hear finally escape his lips. Adriel’s shoulders shake, his scarred face softening as awe whispers down the bond.

“My heart will always belong to the two of you,” Adriel vows. “No one else will ever have a single piece of it.”

“Mine has always belonged to both of you,” I confess through tears, nestling deeper into their embrace. “My two brave, strong Fae. My mates. I love you.”

Chapter Eleven

Damrion

“Imay never let you out of my sight again, ást-meer,” I murmur, stroking my hand along the softness of Abigail’s belly as she lays curled in my arms, sweat and cum drying on our skin. “Adriel was beside himself with worry for you.”

“We both were, ljúfr,” Adriel rumbles, his lips sliding down my neck as his hand tangles with mine in her hair. His body presses against mine from behind, his heat a familiar weight I’ve never forgotten.

Abigail lifts her head, her expressive blue eyes seeking out mine. She stares at me for a long moment before slowly turning to look at Adriel.

“You’re really at peace,” she whispers, awe in her voice.