Sweat beaded on Euan’s forehead. It was slick when she pressed her own there. She kissed him, just his lips, and breathed his breath, pulled more of him inside her.
Nick’s teeth were on her shoulder, he bit and whispered, ‘Ready, Pixie-Pie?’
‘Please.’
Euan finally, finally, pinched her clit as she felt Nick place himself at her entrance. Their breaths were ragged, and their skin was slippery with sweat. When he pushed the head past that tight ring of muscle, there was a burn, a sting, the stretch uncomfortable.
‘Oh,’ was all she could utter.
Neither of them moved, only their breathing could be heard.
‘You need to move, Pix,’ gritted Nick, the heat of his breath in her ear.
‘Oh,’ she said again, and did as she was told.
She pushed back, slowly, and Nick slipped a little further inside. He’d used the copious amounts of her arousal to ease his way, and it was enough.
Beneath her, Euan arched his neck. Thick cords of muscle pulled tight. His jaw hard as stone as he ground his teeth, his eye scrunched closed as he seemed to will God to aid him in holding himself back from taking control and moving her to his whims.
But the manipulations on her clit never abated. Her nipple had been abandoned so that hand could be used to dive into Nick’s sweat-slick hair. Euan’s rough handling pulled Nick into a kiss right beside her. The vision made her body move involuntarily.
They each moaned into each other’s mouths.
‘Fuck,’ Nick swore.
‘Christ,’ Euan echoed.
‘More,’ Kira told them.
Green and brown turned to meet blue. She rolled her hips, her own lips parted as overwhelming sensations devoured her and repeated, ‘More.’
They did not deny her.
Their tongues duelled as she watched. She followed the calls of her body and pushed and withdrew between them. They were saturated with sweat, their skin slick and slippery. Kira moved finitely between them, but it was enough. Whatever she did, she knew it would always be enough.
Then the sensation morphed from the overwhelming fullness and burn, to the pleasure. They were together again. She was between them. They were whole and forgiven.
They were an indestructible triad once more.
The rolling of her hips became more pronounced. Nick was deep now. The stretch acute. She needed them, and like she knew they would, they instinctively heard her silent plea, broke their kiss, and took over.
They started slow, but it soon turned into a coordinated effort to destroy her, in the best possible way. One withdrew, the other entered. One kissed her lips, the other teased exposed skin. There were murmurs of adoration, declarations of love, lips and fingers worshipped her. Their bodies pulsed within her and eviscerated her sanity.
She didn’t think she could come like this, the sensations too much. Until Nick’s lips were at her throat, her ear, and Euan simply rocked, teased her clit. Big hands were on her, on Nick. She arched.
Then it happened.
It tore from her, both from her body and from her throat. An inarticulate cry of torment and pleasure. Unencumbered, she bucked between them, demanded more, more of everything that they could offer her. But they held her, limited her movement so as not to hurt herself, and even as the crest of fire and ice and rain and sand pummelled her senses, she felt their restraint and revelled in it.
Until Nick swore. Even in her euphoric state she heard his teeth grind as he held himself still through his orgasm, and only allowed her body to pull it from him.
It made her love him further, she didn’t know how it was true, but she did.
Below her, Euan’s face was the picture of torment as he waited for them to finish. He took his own pleasure with a grunt and tiny gyrations in his hips, the only relief he allowed himself.
They were beautiful. So perfect and glorious. They panted, their tendons visible, muscles pulled tight, skin shiny with sweat and exertions. Teeth flashed. They grunted, they groaned, they growled.
And they were hers. All hers. This was for them and for her, and it was so very wonderful and perfect.
Euan spoke between panting breaths. ‘We’ll find what’s left of Mickey-O’s men. We’ll kill Parker. We’ll destroy what’s left of the men that follow him, and then, when we survive that, we’ll go back home and live out our lives together.’
Kira squeezed him tight. The final embers of the wall between them extinguished. In its place was a slab of fortified concrete. It solidified and enhanced the foundations to their tripod. A team, indestructible. Unbreakable. Reinforced with love and adoration. Let the monsters come, let them attempt to penetrate this fortress. The enemy would lose, they would die.
Nothing would break them now.
Chapter 11
Euan
United they stood. Euan hoped it wasn’t united that they fall.
Mist that was as thick as soup hindered the morning light. A cool grey, heavy with the chill, welcomed the day. It would hide their trail, keep their presence from watchful eyes, but it would also allow enemies to remain as unseen. Euan had watched it roll in and he was not comforted by it gloomy greeting.
He pulled his body to his feet, stamped his boots into the solid cement and rolled his shoulders. His ass was frozen, his legs were numb and his head hazy with the lack of sleep. When he arched his back in a stretch, his spine popped and his neck creaked. He cupped his hands around his mouth and blew his breath into the cold skin. He rubbed his palms briskly together to reinvigorate feeling as well as to create warmth in his fingers.
Another hour and he’d wake Nick and Kira.
Then they would break camp and leave this fortuitous sanctuary. Euan was not eager to journey towards the unknown, but he knew it was necessary. They had to regroup with what
