Page 121 of Devoted

“We’ll all be inside you at the same time, princess.” Nico dragged his nose up the side of my throat, breathing fast. “Are you up for that?”

Gods, yes, I thought, as I swallowed around Gabriel’s cock, trying to draw him deeper. All of us together. That’s exactly what I need right now.

I wanted them inside me so deep I’d bear their imprint forever. Some kind of proof to take into this coming fight, and if we survived—something we’d always remember.

Please, I begged silently, feeling like the moments were slipping away like grains of sand. Please give me everything. I can’t ever forget what this feels like, being loved so hard it hurts. Then Gabriel carefully pulled out and those cool shadows lifted me, flipped me over until I was floating face down, hair draped around my face like a curtain. All I saw was a narrow circle of the mattress beneath me, until Nico rolled onto the mattress, grinning up at me, eyes dancing.

Those shadows spread my legs, tipped my hips forward, lowered me until the tip of Nico’s cock brushed my swollen pussy. Until I sank down on him deep enough air hissed through my teeth, because at this angle, the invasion felt incredible.

He inched me down onto his cock, a slow, steady impalement that had me biting my lips to keep from crying out because this felt so good. So right. As soon as I was seated, Dante’s hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, holding me still as he pressed his crown against my hole, spreading precum around, getting me ready to take him.

“So fucking tight, so hot.” His calluses scraped as they dragged over my skin, following the curve of my ass.

“You’d best hang on, bella,” Gabriel warned softly, his voice hoarse with need as he stroked his cock. “Watching you three together right now…gods, I want to be gentle, but…”

I don’t want gentle, my hazy mind said. I want them unleashed. I want to feel every inch of them pounding inside me, like they can’t stop.

In a few hours we’d be fighting for our lives, and I wanted to see the marks of their teeth on my skin. I wanted their blood inside me, I wanted to feel the pressure of their hands on me still.

I wanted to carry them into battle with me, like a shield against the darkness.

Dante planted his hand between my shoulder blades, and I moaned when that big, blunt crown pressed against my ass, pressure building until the waiting was unbearable. “You are so fucking tight,” my husband murmured, spreading more and more of his cum around, slicking me up. “I’ve got you, tesoro. I’m going to make this feel so good.”

With a groan, my husband sank in deep, the quick burn of pain turning to pleasure, pressure building faster and faster as he and Nico quickly found a rhythm between them. Dante reached down to tease my clit as they fucked me in tandem, everything fading away except the slide of their cocks in and out, all of this delicious, burning want ratcheting higher and higher.

Gabriel grasped my chin and kissed me, his tongue licking past the seam of my mouth before his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging my head up so he could press his cock back between my lips. I ran my tongue along the underside as he slid home, wanting to smile at his fractured curse.

For a moment, the three of them went still, the room filled with the scent of primal sex and ragged breathing and pounding heartbeats.

“Gods,” Gabriel muttered, eyes hooded. “Gods, if you could only see yourself.”

I wanted to tell him the same. If you could only see yourselves the way I see you.

Not as heirs or monsters or weapons.

But as mine.

Then they started to move, Nico’s shadows holding me still—keeping me prisoner—as they slammed in, then withdrew in long, slow, wet slides that were agonizingly slow and too fast, my core clenching around Nico, trying to slow everything down, to stop this exquisite moment.

Nico let out a broken exhale.

My name, if it were made of nothing but air, as he shuddered and arched beneath me, grinding his hips against mine, trying to go deeper, Dante moving against my back in long, gentle waves, as every thought disappeared from my head, my body consumed by a wash of emotion.

“Come for us, my beautiful wife. Let yourself go over. Lead the way and we will follow,” Dante urged in my ear, his fingers teasing my clit. At his quiet order, the release I’d been chasing exploded. Like a crashing wave, my climax roared through me, leaving nothing behind but the slick slide of skin against skin, of me falling, like a star from the sky, plunging toward earth.

Nico followed, hissing out my name, then Dante, his cock throbbing deep in my ass as we writhed together.

“Now swallow,” Gabriel warned, and then he was spilling down my throat, blue eyes glued to mine as his cock pulsed and I took every drop. He rubbed his thumb over my cheek and withdrew, looking at me like he was committing my face to memory.

The last wave of my orgasm was still fading when Dante withdrew, strong hands laying me down beside Nico, who tugged me up onto his chest, one hand cradling the small of my back, turning my head to capture my mouth in a blistering kiss before lying back, presenting his throat to me.

“Feed, princess. You have to be strong for this fight of ours,” he urged, and I drank him down, tasting laughter and mischief and a trace of darkness, tears clinging to my lashes, Dante stroking his fingers through my hair as my body turned to lead, my eyes slipping closed.

“Now sleep for an hour,” my husband soothed, nestling behind me, but I didn’t want to close my eyes. Part of me was afraid this would disappear.

This one perfect moment we could never get back.

But I must have, because later, in the dark, Dante pulled me back to his throat. “One last time, Emberline,” he murmured, and I found just enough energy to bite down on his thick, muscled neck, his blood tasting as rich as it had the very first time I’d drunk from him.