By the time we reached the suite, the rage was rolling off my mates like heat waves before a wildfire.
Nyra stopped just inside the threshold, took one look at my ruined dress, my flushed skin, and the glowing bond marks visible across my chest—and raised both brows.
"Nope," she said. "I'm out. Y'all need holy water, a cooling ward, and possibly a licensed therapist."
Azric grinned. "We'll take it from here."
Sevrin kicked the door shut.
Nyra vanished in a shimmer of sass and spell dust.
The second she was gone, they descended.
Azric pulled me into his arms, mouth crashing against mine, hands already dragging my ruined gown over my hips. Sevrin was behind me in a heartbeat, his hands sliding into my hair, tilting my head back.
"I've been waiting to shut you up for hours," he growled, and then his mouth was on mine—devouring, demanding.
Daxos watched for all of ten seconds before he crossed the room and ripped the corset open like paper.
"You're ours tonight," he said low. "No games. No delays. Just claiming."
The dress hit the floor. My knees did too.
Sevrin grabbed my jaw, tilted my chin up, and fed me his cock with a groan so guttural it made my whole body clench. He didn't ease in. Didn't tease. Just filled my throat like he owned it.
Behind me, Azric's hands spread me open, and I felt the familiar heat of his magic glide down my spine.
"Missed this ass," he murmured. "You're already wet. Needy little Emberborn."
Daxos knelt in front of me, watching Sevrin fuck my throat while he stroked his cock with deliberate, slow strokes.
"Look at you," he said softly. "All fire and fight in the dining hall, and now you're on your knees, taking your mates like you were built for it."
Azric slid into me from behind, stretching my ass with a groan. "Gods, she clenches when you praise her. She fucking likes this."
Sevrin grunted, hips snapping harder. "She loves it."
I moaned, throat vibrating around Sevrin's cock. The vibrations made him curse and cum with a snarl, thick and hot down my throat as he held me there, twitching.
"Swallow it," he growled. "All of it."
I did.
And then Daxos took my face in his hands and kissed me.
"I'm going to knot you again," he said, voice rough. "And this time, they're going to feel it."
He laid me back on the bed, Azric still deep in my ass, hands gripping my hips like he was afraid I'd vanish.
Daxos spread my legs and slid into me—slow, deep, brutal.
"Fuck," he hissed. "Still perfect. Still made for me."
He thrust harder, syncing his rhythm with Azric's. I was pinned between them, ruined, wrecked, shaking from the pressure.
Azric leaned over me, panting. "I can feel it—his knot swelling inside her—it's pressing against me through her walls—"
Daxos groaned. "You feel that? That's mine."
Azric cursed, hips stuttering. "Fuck, fuck—"
He came with a broken moan, spilling inside me as Daxos's knot locked into place, stretching me impossibly wide, sealing him inside.
The pressure. The fullness. The fire of the bond flaring like a nova—
I screamed.
And my moan vibrated through the room, through Sevrin's mind, through the bond.
He cursed.
Then he was over me again, stroking himself fast and hard, eyes locked on the mess of my body, the cum dripping, the knot swelling.
He came across my chest with a savage growl, his release marking my skin, the scent of him claiming the air.
I was shaking.
Daxos was still knotted inside me, grinding slowly, smugly.
and then all three of them stilled and I watched the mark of a flame appear on all three of them.
My mark. The breath of my bloodline breathing hope as it pumps through my mates veins.
Tears pricked at my eyes.
"You'll never forget who you belong to," he said.
And neither will we Sevrin said touching where he had been marked.
And I didn't want to.
Not tonight.
Not ever.