Page 29 of Moonveil and Magic

They both climbed back onto the bed, caging me between them. “How do we even do this?” I gasped.

“You don't do anything,” Kael growled, pinning my wrists above my head. “Just survive us.”

Kael slid down the bed, his hands firmly gripping my hips to ground me. “Just let us look after you,” he breathed against my skin before his tongue found me. He licked and sucked my clit and pussy with a rhythmic intensity that shattered my ability to think.

On my side, Lucien was a wall of heat. His skin was sizzling where it met mine, a side effect of the were-puma inside him. His warm, strong hands kneaded my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples until they puckered into tight peaks of delicious pain. I was completely at their mercy, pinned between two forces of nature.

Lucien leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, intoxicating kiss that stole the air right out of my lungs. Kael gave one last, hard pull at my clit and glanced up, his eyes dark with molten gold. “Last chance to change your mind, Ivy. Because after we both get inside you, we won’t stop until you come all over both our cocks, screaming our names. And even then, we’re going to keep going.”

“Fuck me, yes,” I breathed.

He grinned, leaned forward and reached for the back of my neck and kissed me, his tongue demanding and tasting of me on his lips. Damn, that was hot.

In the blink of an eye, he grasped my hips and dragged my backside flush against his groin, my legs spread wide. His muscles flexed tight as he fingered me open, needy and slick, stretching me, before pushing the head of his cock into my opening.

“Oh gods, little red, you’re so tight!” Kael moaned, his breath hot against my neck. “Lucien, help me out. Can you work her up more? I need her dripping on my cock.”

I turned my head to look at Lucien as he was now standing at the edge of the bed, glorious and shadowed in the moonlight, slowly stroking his cock as he watched us. Being the sole focus of these two amazing men was what every girl dreams of. He knelt on the bed, his gaze on me, steely and searching for my approval. I gave him a slight nod and smiled at him.

Lucien joined us on the bed again and began using his fingers in such delightful, amazing ways, circling on my clit, making my pussy weep. He brushed his lips against my neck with a vibrating purr, as Kael pushed home. His knot, that heavy, engorged ridge of flesh, pressed firmly against my entrance with every thrust, stretching me until I was grasping at his shoulders, gasping into Lucien’s mouth.

“Ivy,” Kael barked, his voice raw. “Take his cock in your mouth while I fuck this tight pussy of yours.”

Lucien and I broke apart, and immediately I missed his fingers on my clit. He changed positions as I reached out for him, gently pulling him closer, and took his cock into my mouth, my senses overwhelmed by the salt and musk of them both. It felt so amazing with him in my mouth and Kael in my vagina at the same time. We were no longer just people. We were a circuit of power, dangerous and utterly consuming.

Suddenly, the tension snapped like a power line in a storm.

Kael’s thrusts became frantic, his large hands bruising my hips as he hit a rhythm that made my entire world blur. They matched each other thrust for thrust, both consuming me: mind, body and soul. He let out a raw, guttural roar against my shoulder, his entire body turning to stone as he finally pushed all the way home and knotted inside me, the biological claim of the wolf locking us together. I felt the scalding heat of his release flood my core like liquid starlight.

At the same moment, Lucien’s composure shattered. He gripped the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he found his own jagged finish. He groaned my name like a prayer and a curse, his body shuddering with a violence that made the bed frame groan as his hot, molten release flooded my throat.

And that’s when I saw stars. My orgasm grew like a crescendo and exploded from my core, crashing like thunder.

The shard pulsed and then detonated. A shockwave of white-hot magical energy erupted from the safe, slamming into the three of us. It wasn't painful. It was a total sensory eclipse. I screamed as a second, even more powerful orgasm ripped through me, triggered by the sheer force of the combined power. For a heartbeat, I didn't know where my body ended, and theirs began. We were a single, blinding circuit of fire and ancient magic.

Slowly, the light faded, leaving only the sound of three sets of lungs gasping for air. The sharp metallic scent of lightning and skin hung heavy in the room. Kael collapsed against me, still buried deep within, his face buried in the crook of my neck, while Lucien gently removed himself, wiping his seed from my chin before slumping against my side.

We stayed like that for a long time, tangled and trembling in the wreckage of the sheets. The shard had gone quiet, but the air still hummed with the aftershocks of our magic. Looking at the two dangerous men anchoring me to the bed—the wolf and the puma who had surrendered everything to hold me—the truth settled deep in my bones. There was no going back to my quiet, hidden life. We weren't just running from the High Circle anymore. Together, we were going to carve out our own future, no matter who stood in our way.

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Isat on the edge of the soft couch in Lucien’s penthouse, still damp from my shower with a towel loosely wrapped around me. Kael and Lucien settled on either side of me, and their presence was overwhelming in the most exhilarating way. Violet padded across the floor, circling Kael once before curling up against his leg and purring softly.

Lucien moved quietly to the kitchen, his amber eyes glancing back at me. “Tea?” he asked, already pulling leaves from a tin. The scent of chamomile and something floral filled the air as he brewed it. I nodded, feeling a blush heat my cheeks. Even small things felt different now. The way he made tea, the way Kael watched him do it, and the way I could not stop noticing them both.

Lucien returned with three steaming cups on a tray. He set one in front of me and offered a gentle smile. “Drink, Ivy. You’ve had a long night and day.” I inhaled the scent, letting the warmth seep into my fingers. I felt noticed, appreciated, and heard.

Kael leaned back, watching me with a focused intensity. “We should explain things properly. While you were in the shower, Lucien and I... we talked. We had fifty years of silence to break, and even more wounds to acknowledge. You deserve to know why we were at each other's throats for half a century.”

I tilted my head, my hands resting on my lap. “How do two people who look at each other like that… end up as enemies?”

Lucien sat closer, his hand grazing mine. “It started with a weaver named Hazel. She was a master of manipulation, a woman who fed on the discord of powerful men. Fifty years ago, she moved into our lives and began to pull at the threads of our trust.”

Kael’s jaw tightened, his gaze dropping to his hands for a split second before meeting mine again. “She was never part of our bond, Ivy. We were never a three. She was the ghost that haunted us separately, and she was clever. She seduced Lucien in the shadows, then came to me with lies that he had planned to kill me. Then she did the same to him. She moved between our beds like a thief, ensuring we were never in the same room to compare notes. She was the wedge that split us apart.”

“We were… lovers for nearly 20 years before she arrived,” Lucien said, his voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate register. He looked at Kael, and for a moment, the air between them hummed with a different kind of electricity. “And for fifty years, we have carried the ache of that separation. Even now, the time we lost... the bitterness we let grow... it is a scar that will take more than one night to heal. We were proud, and we were foolish, and we let her win.”

Lucien reached out, his fingers brushing Kael’s hand where it rested on my leg.