“Ask me again,” she said through the bond.
Quin’s choked cry and Rion’s twitching fingers told her she’d finally said the right thing. Feeling they needed a little more of a push, Zelina took Quin’s hands and tunneled them into her hair, then braced her hands on his hips and dug in with her nails. His hips flexed uncontrollably as she used suction to push the head of his cock in and out of her mouth.
“Ask me again,” she repeated to Rion.
“Do we love you?” he finally said, voice strangled.
“Yes. As I love you.”
At T-minus ten seconds, the boys stood still. Time was frozen in the room. At five seconds, Zelina started moving on their cocks, gripping Quin’s cock harder to pull his hips closer to her face. Rion’s dick twitched in her pussy as she pumped on him. At T-minus one, Zelina held on for dear life.
Rion gripped her breasts, twisting the nipples and pulling on them until they were turgid peaks, his body blissfully slamming to her core, all attempt at softness lost. Quin’s fingers tightened in her hair, and his hips flexed, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, his head thrown back and mouth open. She could see her two men burning with a passion only she could ignite, and Zelina was just too happy to oblige.
“Goddess yes, Zelina, use your tongue. You like this cock deep in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Pull tight, baby. Grip my dick. Do you like that? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you harder?”
“Lean your head back on Rion’s shoulder. Let me fuck that beautiful mouth. Wrap those lips tight. Fuck, baby!”
Zelina closed her eyes, leaning back on Rion as Quin held her head with one hand and gripped Rion’s shoulder to brace himself with the other. His cock, now shiny with her saliva, fucked in and out of her mouth, his balls slapping her chin. Rion wrapped his arm from her waist to the opposite shoulder for leverage and slammed her body down on his thrusting hips with blinding speed.
“Play with my balls, baby. That’s right. Roll them. Harder.”
“Goddess, your pussy is good. So good, baby. You’re so wet, so hot. Tell me you love my cock. Tell me you love me fucking you.”
“I love your cock. I love you fucking me. Harder, Rion. Fuck me harder.”
“Lick them. Suck them,” Quin demanded, pulling his cock from her mouth and replacing it with his balls. She sucked each globe in her mouth, playing with them as he pumped his cock for her. She watched his hand move, her clit growing tight at the visual. The skin twitched around the pike as she watched him, leaking pre-come down the shaft to ease his motions.
Rion, not to be outdone, lifted her legs by the knees, keeping her spread. He leaned back on the bed, Quin stepping with him, until he was propped on pillows. Planting his feet on the bed, he held her open as he forced his cock harder in her pussy. Quin slid his cock back into her mouth, gripping the headboard and fucking in downward strokes.
“Play with your pussy, baby. We want to hear you scream.”
She did as asked, not caring who gave the order. In this moment, the men were one and the same, racing toward the end and claiming their mate for all time. There was no boundary between any of them now that she had let her guard down, and Zelina marveled at the difference. Quin bent over and brought her fingers to his mouth, then sucked on them and coated them with his saliva. Those fingers she then slid down her body and swirled over her clit. As she circled the bud faster and faster, her hips jerked uncontrollably.
“Fuck yes!” Quin moaned as her mouth grew tighter. Her inner walls clenched with each of her strokes, and Rion could only moan under her, pushing harder and faster.
“Make me come. Make me come. I want to come on your cock!”
Rion fucked her harder, faster, his preternatural speed adding what no man in the human world would ever be able to do. Making a C with his fingers in front of Zelina’s mouth to stop him from going too far, Quin became a blur as his otherworldly speed had her spiraling toward orgasm. Zelina moaned around them, shifting into tiny screams as her clit grew harder under her fingers. Lifting her other hand, she rolled her nipples between her fingers, pinching harder as the pleasure elevated. She screamed pleasure shooting through her bloodstream until she was nearly blind, deaf, and dumb to the world.
“I’m coming, Zelina. I’m coming. Swallow it down, baby. Swallow it.”
“Zelina. Zelina. Hurry. I’m coming. Come on, baby. Come for me.”
Rion pushed her hand away and replaced her fingers with his. He pinched her clit, and her world faded as she screamed her release, muscles tightening until she felt she would snap. Quin shouted over her, body going stiff, a vein standing out in his neck as rope after rope of come exploded in her mouth. He pulled back to keep just the head in when the thickness in the center of his cock swelled. Under her, Rion let the knot swell inside her until every little movement sent pleasure streaking through her and his come bathed her. When they finally relaxed, she didn’t have much energy for anything except to plant a kiss on Quin’s thigh and then Rion’s mouth on the way down. She was asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
Chapter Eighteen
The pounding at the door made this the second time in a row that Zelina was forced awake after spending most of her night rolling in the sheets with her mates. She was lucky enough that she worked from home as a translator, or she would be fired. She just couldn’t bring herself to care. Her mates were the Alpha and Beta of the South Texas clan, and if she understood correctly, there was no reason for her to work unless she wanted to. Be still her beating heart, it just kept getting better and better.
Continued pounding on the door took her out of her thoughts and dragged her out of bed. The “Open this door for the VPD!” stopped her. Her crazy-ass friend had actually called the fricking cops! Was that woman out of her damn mind?
Stalking to the door, Zelina wrenched it open to blast the cops to the moon. When she saw Ethan and Jake standing there, her ire spiked. No, Jezzie had done much worse. She’d brought the two guards from her building in cop costumes. She was standing in between them with her jaw hanging open. When Zelina realized that Ethan and Jake were doing the same and looking her up and down, she got the eerie sensation that she’d forgotten to grab a shirt. Looking down confirmed it.
With a yelp, Zelina slammed the door, rushing to grab Rion’s T-shirt and Quin’s button-up. Her underwear was nowhere to be found, and she wasn’t putting those nasty things back on anyway. They probably had blood on them from her attack. Improvising, she grabbed a pair of tighty-whities and cuffed them at the top. So armored, she went back to the Three Stooges at the door.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“That’s a great way to accept friends who came here worried about you,” Jezzie huffed. “And who the fuck did that!” she yelled, pointing at the mate bites, one on each shoulder that would never heal for the rest of her life, which her shirts now hid. They didn’t hurt or bleed. They were more like tattoos now, to mark her as a mate. Zelina decided to ignore that question. Jezzie pushed past still-staring Doofus One and Doofus Two and pulled Zelina into a breathtaking hug. “I thought I was going to lose you, Z.”
“I told you I was okay, J. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” Zelina sighed, hugging her friend back to her chest. The reassuring scent of papaya from Jezzie’s hair was like coming home. Some people thought of Grandma’s baked cookies. Others thought of Mama’s home cooking. For Zelina, home had always been Jezzie and her papaya-scented hair cream. That is, until she found her mates. Now they would also be home to her, and Jezzie would have to become a part of that.