Page 6 of Maleen

I feel my cheeks heat and then notice their bare muscular chests, and need for them drives through me. We haven’t been intimate since before everything happened. Being with them that way at the time wasn’t what I needed from them emotionally, and somehow they knew that. But being back here and knowing my friends and mates are safe, it’s like something has lifted off my shoulders and I want them. Need them.

Grief is a fickle and funny thing, but Mel would be disappointed in me if I had the option to have a fae male sandwich. She would want all the details. The thought makes me smile.

“What’s so funny,” Jesper asks with a twinkle in his eye as he props himself up on his elbow.

“Well,” I draw out. “I did say I wanted both of you once we were home. And here we are. In this bed. And it’s still the middle of the night—”

My words are cut off as Jesper’s lips collide with my own. His hands roam my body and I can’t help but groan.

Another set of hands lands on my waist and Aemon’s mouth lands on my neck. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asks as his tongue traces up to my ear.

“More than ready. I want my mates.”

Jesper moans. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that. Say it again.”

I smile against his mouth, nipping at his lip. “My mates,” I whisper. “Although, I think I have far too many clothes on.” I eye their naked forms. They must have gotten undressed before bed, and I’m not complaining. They’re stunning males, layers on layers of muscles and our bonding marks and bites make me feel possessive and slightly feral.

“We didn’t want to undress you without your permission,” Aemon says as his hands linger at the hem of my tunic.

Jesper pulls away, slightly glaring at him. “Actually I wanted to, but you told me no and threatened to kick me out of the room.”

I giggle. “You two never have to ask permission to undress me for bed, okay?”

“See?” Jesper starts undoing the laces on the front of my leathers while Aemon pulls the tunic up and over my head, the smokey smell from the fire going with it. Then the band holding my breasts in place is gone and I feel like I can breathe again.

Jesper’s hand reaches towards me and with feather-soft touches he runs his fingers over my chest, causing my nipples to pebble, before tracing down our mate mark on my side. “So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, his voice hoarse with desire.

Aemon’s hands slip into my pants, hooking them with his thumbs and yanking them down until they’re around my knees. “If you give me permission to undress you, your clothing will never touch the sheets. Are you sure that’s what you want, mate?” he grumbles into my ear as his fingers ever so slowly come around my side, dipping low across my stomach and stopping a moment away from where I need them.

“Then let them never touch the sheets,” I whisper, leaning back into him while Jesper’s mouth lands on my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth, causing me to buck against him. “Aemon, please touch me, I need you too.”

His fingers slip lower and find my clit with ease, circling it just the way I like it. “Fuck, I need more.”

Jesper chuckles darkly. “You heard our female. She wants more. Are you going to make her come or do you need some help?”

“Put your fingers in her and don’t let her come until I tell you. She loves it when we hold off for as long as possible.”

I gasp as Jesper does exactly what he’s told and stretches me with his fingers. “Don’t you dare,” I whimper, bucking my hips as I try to search out more friction. Their hands and bodies against mine is like sensation overload, but I don’t want it to stop. I need more. I need them. I want to be so lost with them that I can’t tell whose limbs are whose.

Their mouths and fingers work my body over, bringing me to the edge more times than I can count before pulling away. My muscles are shaking and I’m on the verge of begging them to let me come. “Please, please fucking let me come,” I concede.

“As you wish,” Aemon grumbles just as he pinches my clit between the pad of his thumb and forefinger.

I explode, my body convulsing with tremors as pleasure wracks through me. Every nerve ending is alight as they continue to work together to draw it out as long as possible. Their arms holding me up, stopping me from becoming nothing but a puddle on the sheets.

Jesper kisses my lips softly. “You’re so beautiful when you come, did you know that? Feral, wild and mine.”

“Ours,” Aemon adds.

“Yours,” I agree. “Now, it’s your turn.” I lick my lips. I don’t care if I’m being greedy. Their pleasure is radiating through the bonds and I still need them as much as they need me. I spin on my knees to face Aemon, kicking off the rest of the pants that were trapping my legs together. I thread my hand around the nape of his neck, tangling my fingers in his white tresses before pulling him down to kiss me. His mouth meets mine, hungry, needy and intense.

I pull back. “I need your cock in my mouth.” I throw a sultry glance behind me at Jesper. “And I need you inside me.”

He runs his hand through his hair as he groans. “You don’t need to ask me twice.” He grabs my hips and forces me into position, forcing Aemon off the edge of the bed which is the perfect height for what I want to do. Jesper runs his hands along my spine slowly like my scars don’t make me any less beautiful, and my head lies to the side on the bed.

I reach out and pull Aemon closer, running my hand along his hardened length before he leans down slightly, pressing the tip against my lips. “You want my cock in your mouth, baby girl?”

My lips part as my head nods slightly, “More than anything.”