That was my last coherent thought.
The sensation of possession from Rilen and Roren knocked all sense out of me. And then they moved. They rocked. They pressed and pulled in opposite rhythm, and before a moment had passed, I had yet another orgasm.
Dorian held my chin, carefully, as he moved his cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked and licked when I had a moment of clarity between the long seconds of sheer bliss the twins were giving me.
I caught sight of Roran teasing the heavy sac over his face with his lips and tongue.
I moaned. I didn’t know how to survive this.
“We’re going to go faster now, Kimber.” Rilen’s hands were on my hips.
I made an incoherent sound around Dorian’s erection.
“Oh, ilati,” Dorian breathed. “The view of my mates taking you both ways… How I wish you could see how erotic this is. You would have come a dozen times by now.”
The sounds in the room started to turn into a buzz as the twins moved faster. I was being pushed toward the cliff of the biggest orgasm in my life, and I didn’t know if I would survive.
The little death, it was called.
There was nothing little about the death that these three were causing me.
“Let us take care of you,” Roran said. “I want to watch Dorian come in your mouth.”
Madness.
Lust.
I wanted this.
I wanted these men to always be able to do this to me.
To my body.
To my mouth, my pussy, my ass.
In whatever order they desired.
The power they gave me was undeniable.
The pleasures were all perfect, filthy, sexy.
I watched as an indigo haze surrounded us, drifting away, joining the magic in the room.
It flowed and twisted away, but multiplied as it did. It spread, forcefully though not violently, through every bit of magic that headed for the Spine.
The room shook.
Another tremor. The last tremor.
I didn’t allow it. I reached out with all the power I could muster: my own, and the mates’ who were currently sharing my body, and pulled it to a stop instantly.
“Oh, ilati…” Rilen whispered in my ear. “I had no idea your magic was so beautiful and so deadly. Brother, reward her. Make her come.”
Roran slipped his hands behind my knees and pulled my legs up, and open, exposing me to every movement of the bodies around me and the air in between.
That was the end of me.
I screamed through the climax, my body diving into an orgasm like nothing I had ever imagined. I came hard, clamping down on their dicks, holding their erections hostage inside me.
Roran came first, his cum racing up his twitching shaft into me, coating me as he roared with me.
Rilen was next, and he sent me spiraling again. I had never felt anything like his hot seed bathing my insides, and the sheer pleasure and tinge of the forbidden was a dirty piece of heaven.
Watching them while twirling my tongue over his shaft, Dorian was the last to come.
The taste of him slipped over my tongue, and I swallowed out of instinct. He tasted musky, salty, a bit sweet and all male—and if I hadn’t been already bound up in the throes of a mind-bending orgasm, I would have come from that as well.
*
I was surrounded by male.
Unsure if I passed out or fell asleep, I looked around.
Rilen was curled behind me, Roran was curled into me, and Dorian was behind Roran, his hand draped over his waist and touching my back.
Mother of S’Kir.
I’d just had sex with three men at the same time.
I loved it.
It was quiet in the room, and I just let my exhausted body lay still while my mind drifted quietly.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
I let out a breath slowly. Did I imagine that?
Ba-boom.
I didn’t think I was.
All of a sudden, I didn’t want to imagine it.
I needed it to be real.
Ba-boom.
All four of our hearts were in perfect sync.
Soul mates.
Chapter Thirty
Kimber
Break.
I sat up in bed, confused.
Several hours, and several more orgasms later, we had all bathed and decided to eat.
After dinner, still exhausted and now stuffed with food, we climbed back into bed.
Being completely unable to keep our hands or dicks to ourselves, there was at least one more climax each before we finally drifted off.
Break.
It was well past midnight, probably not long from dawn, and the word battered against my brain. I climbed out from under Rilen’s arm and found a robe.
No idea whose it actually was, but it worked.
Feeling almost ghostly, I drifted to the balcony. In the far east, the first hints of sunrise were just starting to grace the night.
Break.
It sounded almost like chanting, the word repeating against my mind.
I studied the landscape ahead of me. Darkness dotted by a few lamps and lanterns in windows. Street lamps were glowing in the public squares, and I could see a few people hurrying home or to their jobs down the streets.
I looked at the Spine.
It thrummed, seeming almost to bulge.
Break!
I grabbed hold of the railing and was barely able to keep from vomiting. The whole world seemed distant to me, and I wanted to go back inside and pretend I didn’t understand.
“Kimber?”
I turned, and all three of my men were standing there. Roran had posed the question.
I took a deep breath. “The tremor last night was the last of them. There’s another one coming, and it’s time to break the Spine.”
With a nod, Dorian sent the twins running back into the rooms. He stepped forward and took my elbow to pull me back into the living room.
“The twins will go with you. I’ll stay behind to control the chaos with the rest of the temple.”
“I want you with me, too.”
“Don’t be stupid, Kimber. I shouldn’t even give you them. S’Kir is about to fall into chaos.”
“Dorian, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’ve trusted the magic this far. Just keep going. These idiots are going to need all the help they can get.”
I tilted my head. “Is that how you feel about the people of S’Kir.”
He grinned. “No, that’s how I feel about part of the council. Two arrogant assholes in particular, who need to be knocked down several notches. I have to trail them.”
“Why not let them screw up?”
“Because you can’t disrobe a member of the dais, Kimber. You can only resign or die to be removed. You know they won’t step down. Letting them die is more work than it’s worth.”
I laughed. “I was wondering if you were still a bastard after getting me in bed.”
“Of course, I am. I’ve been a bastard all my life. Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean I change who I am. I’m just now the lucky, cranky asshole you share a bed with.”
“Stop scaring her.” Rilen walked out of the bedroom, dressed in formal robes.
Roran was right behind him, carrying my formal dress and robes as well. “You don’t have to immediately go back to being a dick.”
Following a rude gesture, Dorian left the room.
Rilen and Roran set to helping me dress.
“He’s really a cranky old shit,” Rilen said. “But you’ll get less of his attitude now he knows how amazing your little quim is.”
“The rest of the time,” Roran continued, “you can ignore him. Or do what I do.”
I lifted my hands so they could slide the top of the practical dress they’d picked over my head. “What’s that?”
“I shove my dick in his mouth.”
I started giggling. “Well, since I don’t have one of those, I’ll have to use yours.”
He grinned. “You can shove my dick in his mouth anytime.”
They settled the dress over me, lingering a little longer than necessary over my breasts and ass.
I didn’t complain. I was happy to have them back.
Break! Now!
The ground shuddered but didn’t heave. There was no tremor.
“It really wants to go, doesn’t it?” Rilen peered out the windows.
“It does,” I nodded.
“We’re ready when you are, Mistress Kimber Raven, Breaker of the Spine.” Roran gave me a half serious, half mock bow.