Page 60 of On Burning Paths

Behind me, Talon's hips rock steadily, the hard length of him moving against my back and the curve of my ass, his breath coming faster at against my neck, and the combination of all of it, Fenric inside me, Thorian in my hand, Talon at my back, his hands on my chest, is almost more than I can hold in my body at once.

I feel electric. Every nerve ending is alive. My skin sparks where anyone touches it, and my thoughts dissolve into pure sensation.

Thorian's fingers return to my clit and I cry out, the sound swallowed by the steam and the dark and the water around us. The pressure has been building since before I understood what it was building toward, and now it tightens, focuses, pulls inward to a single bright point.

"Thorian," I gasp.

Fenric moves deeper and I clench around him hard, my orgasm hitting me so hard that I feel like I’m shattering into a million pieces. Pleasure rolls through me in waves that go on longer than I think possible, my whole body shaking with it. My legs tighten around Fenric's waist, and I’m crying out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Even though I don’t know why.

Fenric swears, and I feel him come inside of me. His seed is even hotter than his body. It’s shocking how hot it is. Shocking how good it feels and that I want more.

Talon goes next. I feel him shoot his seed against my back, just out of the water’s reach as he gasps into my hair. Thorian goes last. His cum slides down my hand, pumping and pumping out like it’ll never stop.

Which is hot. All of it. Just so fucking hot.

Then, it’s quiet. Just the sound of the hot spring around us and all of us breathing.

I feel warm everywhere. Satisfied in a way I’ve never been before.

Fenric presses his lips to my cheek.

"Alright?" he murmurs.

I laugh, soft and helpless. "More than alright. I feel… amazing.”

They laugh.

“Yeah?” Thorian asks.

“I could do this every day for forever,” I say, sighing.

Thorian touches my cheek. “Maybe we can arrange that?”

“Yeah?”

Fenric grins. “I sure as hell could get used to this.”

Behind me, Talon makes a little sound. “Damn it, you’re supposed to fall under my spell, not the other way around.”

There’s more screaming. Closer this time. Growls follow, deep and terrible, seeming to echo through the entire world. But in here, surrounded by stone and the constant rush of the waterfall, it all feels strangely distant. Unreal. Like the horrors outside can't quite penetrate the sanctuary we've found.

“Is it always that good?” I ask.

Thorian pulls my face towards him and kisses him. “Just wait until you give me a try.”

My blood heats up. “Is that a promise?”

18

Nyx

Since the beginning of the Trials, waking up has been almost painful.

Typically, I awake on the ground, lightly padded by the bedroll. Sometimes I sleep sitting up, when the spot requires it. Every night, the sleep has been fitful at best, and non-existent at worst.

But this time, I wake up splayed across something soft and warm, rising and falling steadily beneath me. The familiar scent of oak moss surrounds me, stirring memories I’m not quite awake enough to grasp.

Thorian is already awake when I open my eyes, looking down at me with an expression I'm still learning to read. Talon trails a finger slowly back and forth across my stomach beneath the blanket, and Fenric lies at Talon's other side, all of us bare, our clothes draped over the rocks by the fire to dry.