THE LUNA THEY’LL NEVER LOVE

8: ALL THREE OF YOU

PHEEONA.

The words settled over my skin like a slow caress and a threat all at once.

My breath came shallow as I stood there in the setting afternoon light of my new chambers, heart hammering against my ribs.

The three of them watched me with dark, focused intensity. The air felt thick, heavy with the scent of their bodies and the undeniable arousal pulsing between us.

My own heat was raging now, a constant throb between my thighs, my skin fever-hot and overly sensitive.

Crowen took one deliberate step closer, but still didn’t touch me. His massive frame seemed to fill half the room. “Before anything happens, tell us what you want.” His voice was gravelly, controlled. “Tell us you want all three of us tonight. That you want us to f**k you, claim you, and complete this bond.”

Vizellan’s pale blue eyes held mine, calm but burning right through me. “We’ll be rough if you want. Or f*****g gentle saints if that’s what you prefer. We will be greedy. But we will keep you safe. Once we’ve all spilled inside you and the bond is sealed, your heat will end. The sickness that’s been destroying you… it ends tonight.”

Nashyn’s voice carried a dangerous edge, but there was sincerity beneath it. “We’ll take care of you the entire time, princess. You’ll be satisfied. Protected. Cherished while we’re inside you. But we need to hear you say yes.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the slickness coating my inner thighs.

My body was screaming for them. My wolf was pushing desperately against my control. I looked at each of them and felt the last threads of resistance snap.

“Yes,” I whispered, voice trembling but clear enough for my words to carry, “I want this. All of it. All of you.”

The moment the words left my lips, something primal shifted in the room.

Crowen closed the distance in one stride. His large hand slid behind my neck, fingers threading firmly into my hair as he tilted my face up to his. He held my gaze for a long, charged heartbeat, eyes searching mine. Then his gaze dropped to my mouth, dark and hungry, silently asking for that final permission.

My lips parted.

He kissed me hard.

It kiss was deep, devouring, and passionate. His mouth molded to mine perfectly, tongue stroking against mine in slow, claiming thrusts that made my toes curl and heat explode low in my belly. I moaned helplessly into him, knees buckling. He caught me easily, lifting me as if I weighed nothing, and carried me the short distance to the massive bed. He laid me down in the very center with surprising care, his big hands lingering on my waist.

They surrounded me completely.

Three pairs of hands began exploring my body at once.

Vizellan claimed my mouth again, kissing me with fluid, sensual hunger while Crowen’s rough palms cupped my full breasts. His calloused thumbs circled my sensitive n*****s before pinching them lightly, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight to my core. Nashyn’s hot, wet mouth closed over my other n****e, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly as his teeth grazed the stiff peak. I arched off the bed with a gasp.

Goddess.

I already wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to survive this.

Fingers trailed down my stomach, over my hips, then between my already spread thighs. I was soaked, embarrassingly wet. Thick fingers stroked through my slick folds, teasing my entrance before two pushed inside me slowly, stretching me open. Another thumb found my swollen c**t and began rubbing firm, steady circles.

The sensations were overwhelming.

Every inch of my skin was being touched, licked, sucked, or stroked. Mouths moved from my lips to my throat, sucking marks into my skin. My n*****s were tugged, rolled, bitten, and soothed with tongues.

The fingers inside me curled expertly against that sensitive spot while my c**t was rubbed with friction that made my thighs tremble.

I writhed beneath them, moaning and gasping, my hands fisting the silk sheets tightly.

I came apart with shocking intensity.

Pleasure slammed into me like a wave. I cried out into Vizellan’s mouth, my p***y clenching hard around the fingers buried deep inside me as my thighs shook violently. Stars burst behind my eyelids.

But they didn’t stop. They gentled their movements for only a few seconds, murmuring low praises against my overheated skin.

“Such a good girl.”

“So f*****g beautiful when you come for us.”

“Give us another one, princess.”

I was panting and overheating when Nashyn moved down between my spread thighs.

He hooked my legs over his strong shoulders, spread me wide, and lowered his mouth to my dripping p***y.

The first long, slow lick dragged a loud, broken sob from my throat. His tongue was relentless and skilled, broad strokes lashing through my folds. And then focused, sucking pulses directly on my swollen c**t while two thick fingers pumped steadily in and out of me.

Crowen and Vizellan never stopped their worship of my upper body. They kissed me deeply, sucked and bit at my n*****s, stroked my sides and thighs, whispering filthy, encouraging words the entire time.

It was too much. Too intense.

Nothing in my twenty-five years… not the careful touches of my two past boyfriends… had ever come close to this level of raw pleasure.

Those encounters had been polite and fleeting.

This was devastating.

Consuming.

I came again, even harder, screaming Nashyn’s name as I gripped the sheets and ground desperately against his talented mouth.

The orgasm rolled through me in long, powerful waves that left me panting, dizzy, and trembling uncontrollably.

I could barely breathe properly.

As I came down from it, I watched through half lidded eyes as they drew back from the bed and stripped down to nothing till they were all standing naked in front of me.