Page 120 of Renegade Kingdom
“Look at her,” Maddox breathed. “Look at our girl.”
“I see her.” Tank’s mouth was at my ear again, his stubble rough against my cheek. His palm skimmed down and covered Maddox’s where it moved between my thighs, and the two bonds surged at once. “She’s magnificent.”
I couldn’t speak. Between Tank’s warmth at my back and Maddox’s mouth on my body and the twin bonds rising through me, I was losing language.
Maddox pulled back. I whimpered at the loss of his hand, and he laughed, soft and dark, then he laid down on the bed and kissed the inside of my knee as he pushed my thighs wider.
Then his mouth was on me.
I cried out. Tank caught the sound with his kiss, muffled it against his own mouth, and his hands tightened on my breasts as Maddox’s tongue worked me open. The Summer bond was a banked fire spreading through my belly, my thighs, my chest. Tank’s Spring bond rose to meet it, and for the first time I felt two courts pour through me at once.
It was overwhelming. I wasn’t ready for it.
“Breathe.” Tank’s voice, steady as bedrock. “Just breathe with me.”
I breathed. He breathed with me. And the panic eased, replaced by something that felt like standing in the middle of a field at sunrise, warm light pouring over me from every direction.
Maddox’s mouth found my clit again. My hips bucked against his face and Tank held me through it, one arm banded across my collarbones, his other hand stroking down my stomach. The fire was climbing. Summer was climbing. I could feel it starting to happen, the pull at the base of my spine, the tightening that promised release.
“Come for him,” Tank murmured in my ear. “Let him have it.”
I came apart.
The Summer bond flared white-gold behind my eyes and I felt Maddox’s pleasure flooding back to me through the connection, his own response to mine. He was groaning against me, working me through it, not letting up until I was shaking in Tank’s arms and begging incoherently for something I didn’t even know.
He lifted his head. His mouth was glossy and his eyes were blown dark, as he looked at me like I’d hung the moon.
“I need you,” he said, simple and raw. “Please.”
I reached for him.
Tank shifted beneath me, sliding down so that he was lying back with me on top of him, my back against his chest. Maddox climbed over us, braced himself on his elbows above me, and I felt the heat of him at my entrance.
He slid inside me slowly. My body was already wrecked, already singing, and he filled me by inches, watching my face the whole way.
When he was fully seated, he stopped. His forehead came to rest against mine.
“I love you,” he said quietly. “I don’t think I’ve told you today. I love you, Alyssa.”
“I know.” My voice cracked on it. “I love you too.”
He started to move.
Tank held me through it, his hands everywhere, his mouth at the side of my neck. The Spring bond pulsed in rhythm with Maddox’s thrusts, earth meeting fire, grounding and burning at the same time. I could feel both bonds thickening, twining around each other inside my chest like two lengths of rope beginning to twist into a single cord.
That was the braid. I understood it now. The magic needed to weave, not merge. It needed to wrap around each other and find strength in solidarity.
I turned my head and found Tank’s mouth. He kissed me while Maddox moved in me, and the three of us were joined in a wayI hadn’t understood was possible. I felt Tank’s arousal through his bond, aching and patient, waiting his turn and loving every second of this one. His hard cock lay between my ass cheeks and he grounded as every one of Maddox’s thrusts worked me against him.
Maddox’s pace quickened. His forehead dropped to mine again.
“Come with me,” he whispered. “Come on, sweetheart, come with me.”
The second orgasm came faster than I expected, sharper, rising through both bonds at once. I felt Maddox break, felt him spill into me with a groan that he buried against my throat, and the Summer bond blazed one final time before settling into a contented hum.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing against me. Then he kissed me, soft, and eased himself out. I made a small sound of protest that made him laugh against my mouth.
“Greedy,” he murmured. “Good girl.”
