Midnight Fae Academy #3 by Lexi C. Foss

If you were here right now, I’d make you suck Kols’s cock,I said into Aflora’s mind. He’s hard as fuck, pixie flower. Even has a little bit of cum on the tip for you to lick off.

I reached beneath him to swipe at the moisture with my thumb, then brought it to my lips.

Aflora moaned through my thoughts as I described his essence to her in exquisite detail. Zephyrus...

Yes?

You’re making me want to… to do things to myself.

Then touch yourself,I said. “Aflora wishes you were in her mouth right now,” I told Kols. “Next time we’re together, I want her to suck you off while I fuck you.”

His shaft visibly pulsed with the words as I settled onto my knees behind him. He looked good like this, up on all fours before me. I leaned forward to press a kiss to his spine, aware that this wasn’t his favorite position.

But he was doing this for me.

To give me an outlet.

To provide me with a semblance of control.

Thank you,I said with my mouth, kissing his back again as I stroked my hand up and down his outer thigh. Then I switched focus in my mind, engaging the connection that Aflora had left open these last few days. I could sense her guarding it, waiting for Zakkai to potentially abuse it, but so far, he’d remained out of my head and out of our connection.

Are you touching yourself, Aflora? I asked her as I retrieved the lube from the bed. Kols shivered as I popped the cap. I squeezed a little into my hand, then reached around to stroke his shaft, teasing him. I’m touching Kols, I added softly. He’s groaning quite loudly.

I gave him a little twist on the end, catching more of the precum in my hand.

Then I applied the lube to the crease of his ass and dropped the container onto the bed.

Aflora,I hummed. I’m starting to prepare Kols’s ass for my cock. He’s almost as tight as your cunt.

She breathed something incoherent into my mind, making me smile. It was almost like she was with us, her excitement vibrating our bond.

What are you doing, pixie flower? Are you fingering yourself while I finger-fuck Kols?

“What’s she saying?” he asked, groaning as I applied a little more pressure with a scissoring motion inside him.

“She’s playing with herself,” I said, sensing her mounting pleasure. “She’s mimicking my pace with her own hand.”

“Fuck.” He arched as I gave him a harsher pump, his skin flushing with his restraint.

“Don’t you dare come,” I said, repeating the words in my mind to Aflora. “I know it’s been a while, but we’re prolonging this.”

“Dick,” Kols muttered.

I squeezed his shaft. “Yes,” I agreed, shoving my fingers deeper into him, preparing him for the inevitable.

Tell me where you are, Aflora. What you’re doing. Describe it to me.

I could feel her swallowing in response, her heat a welcome embrace through our connection. I’m in the shower, she whispered, as though afraid of getting caught. I’m… I’m up against the wall. My legs keep threatening to buckle.

Where are your hands?

One is holding me up, she replied, her voice husky and so damn sweet. The other is between my legs.

Doing what, pixie flower? I want all the details. How many fingers are you using?

Two,she admitted.

Make it three,I said, adding a third digit to Kols’s ass.

He clamped down around me in response, so I tugged on his cock a little to loosen him up. “I warned you that I wouldn’t be nice.”

“I. Know.” He ground out the words, his body tense and hot. I leaned down to kiss his spine again, unable to hold back the gratitude in my touch. He was sacrificing a lot in this position, allowing me all the power and essentially bowing to me when it should be the other way around.

I tried to ease my pace a little, but he growled, aware of my intent.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he said. “Give me everything, Zeph. We both know I can take it.”

“You can,” I agreed, removing my fingers to tug down my boxers. “I hope you’re ready.”

“I am.”

He wasn’t.

Not quite.

But he wouldn’t fight me on this. It’d been too long for all of us, and with Aflora’s panting in my mind and Kols’s sacrifice below, I was gone to the moment. I aligned myself with his hips and thrust inside, eliciting a hiss of pain from Kols that quickly turned into a groan as I reached around him again to pump his cock.

I draped myself over him, needing his touch, his warmth, his soul.

Then I grasped his hip with my other hand and began to move.

I detailed it all to Aflora in my mind, telling her my pace, describing Kols’s responding sounds, told her we were sweating and fucking with a raw intensity that threatened to destroy us all.

She had three fingers insides her tight sheath, mimicking the motion, her little moans music through our bond.

“She’s close,” I told Kols.

“So am I,” he groaned, his arousal throbbing against my palm in agreement.

“Not yet.” I wanted us to unravel together, to reignite the threads of our bonds and rekindle the dying flame between us.

Perhaps it was all in my mind—a consequence of our distance.

But I needed this shared moment to renew the hope inside me.

Zeph, Aflora moaned. Please. I need to come.

Oh, her voice was perfect. That refreshing kiss of fate I needed inside to tug me over the edge as Kols clamped down around me, urging me to fuck him harder and faster.

The two of them together shoved me to the precipice of oblivion, causing me to nearly lose sight of our goal. But my determination snapped into place, reining me in just long enough to say, “Now.”

Heat swarmed through my veins as Aflora detonated in my mind, then Kols jolted beneath me, his orgasm spilling into my palm and forcing me to fall over the cliff with him into a heart-stopping climax.

Reality escaped me.

Oblivion welcomed me.

The fucking stars brightened for me.

And for one fantastic moment, everything was perfect, as it should be, the three of us lost to the throes of passion in unison with one another.

I fucking miss you, Aflora,I said, falling onto Kols, my energy depleted, my soul calming for the first time this week.

I miss you both, too,she replied as I rolled Kols onto his side to spoon in the bed. He trembled, his back to my chest, and I held him through the aftermath of our brutality. I kissed his shoulder and his neck, whispered gratitude in his ear, and stroked his abdomen.

Submitting didn’t come naturally to him.

And I wanted him to know that I understood and cherished the gift.

He’d bitten me. Twice. Forced me to fuck him. Knowing it was what I needed to be able to finally relax. “I don’t deserve you,” I told him softly, kissing the sensitive spot of his neck. “But I’ll never stop trying to be good enough for you.”

He shook his head. “You’ve always been good enough for me, Zeph. For Aflora, too.”

I could sense her humming in agreement, her mind somehow having caught our conversation. Or maybe I’d played it back to her. I couldn’t tell anymore. We were all so connected, so bonded, that I gave up trying to understand the nuances of our connections.

Instead, I allowed the security of that link to lull me into sleep.

With Kols in my arms.

Aflora in my mind.

And warmth thriving in my heart.