34. Matilda
34
MATILDA
I gasp as Luc slams me against the wall with his cock thrusting deep inside me with a possessiveness that makes my toes curl. The bond between us tightens with new energy, magnifying every sensation until I’m drowning in pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel even better now,” he growls against my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. “I can feel your power flowing through me.”
His eyes glow with Hellfire, but I’m not afraid. How could I be, when I can feel his soul intertwined with mine?
“More,” I demand, arching against him as Draven and Vex materialise in the room. The sight of them watching us with heated gazes only intensifies my need.
Luc grinds against me before he bites down on my jugular and suckles roughly, making me cry out as the pain shoots through me. It quickly turns to pleasure, and my soul warms up. But this time, instead of Luc’s Incubus trying to devour me, I simply feed his need.
Luc’s body shudders against mine as I willingly give him what he needs. The exchange of energy is flowing between us like liquid fire. The sensation is intoxicating—completely different from before. We are completing a circuit, power cycling from me to him and back again, stronger with each pass.
“Holy fuck,” he rasps against my throat, his voice ragged. “I can taste your power.”
“And I can feel yours,” I gasp, my back arching as another wave of pleasure crashes through me. The connection between us pulses with each thrust of his cock inside me, growing stronger, deeper.
“Don’t stop,” I moan as Luc’s rhythm falters slightly. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises, adjusting his grip on my thighs and lifting me higher against the wall. “I can never stop.”
The bond between us flares brighter as he hits that perfect spot inside me, making stars burst behind my eyelids.
I tremble in his arms as my orgasm hits me, and I feel the rush of my juices sliding over his cock as he pounds into me.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, yes.”
He unloads inside me, his forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling as we both gasp. The bond between us solidifies into a tangible cord of energy that I can almost see when I close my eyes—crimson and gold intertwined, shining with life.
Before I can catch my breath, Draven is taking me from his brother. The difference between them is striking—where Luc is fire and passion, Draven’s touch is cold, deliberate and consuming.
“Mine,” he says simply, and the possessiveness in that word makes me shiver.
He drops me onto the bed with surprising gentleness, then crawls over me, his body caging mine. I can feel the bond between us strengthening with each passing second, different from my connection with Luc or Vex, but equally powerful.
“I’ve waited for this,” Draven whispers against my lips. “To claim you completely.”
His kiss is world-ending—slow, thorough, and so intense that I feel it everywhere.
“Yes,” I breathe against his mouth, surrendering to the cold fire of his touch. “Please.”
When Draven enters me, it’s with a slow, deliberate thrust that makes me gasp. Unlike Luc’s frantic passion, Draven takes his time, each movement calculated to drive me wild. His sparkling blue eyes never leave mine, watching every reaction, every flicker of pleasure that crosses my face.
“I can feel your soul,” he murmurs, his voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “It’s like touching starlight.”
The bond between us glows brighter with each thrust, a midnight blue cord of energy twining with the crimson and gold that connects me to Luc, and the black and silver that ties me to Vex.
“She’s beautiful like this,” I hear Vex say to Luc, their voices seeming distant through the haze of pleasure.
Draven’s rhythm changes, becoming more insistent as his control slips. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, but I welcome the pressure, arching up to meet him. The necromancer’s power flows through our connection, cold and dark but strangely comforting—like being wrapped in the velvet darkness of a moonless night.
“Let go,” I urge him, reaching up to touch his face. “I want all of you.”
Something breaks in his expression—that carefully maintained wall crumbling as he surrenders to the intensity between us. His movements become faster, harder, his breathing ragged against my neck.
“Tilly,” he groans, and there’s something raw and vulnerable in the way he says my name that makes my heart clench. “I feel you everywhere.”
The pleasure builds between us, magnified by our bond, until it’s almost too much to bear. When I come, I scream his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as my body convulses around him. Draven follows moments later, his release triggering another wave of ecstasy that I feel through our connection.
As we lie there panting, Draven’s forehead rests against mine. His usually guarded expression is open and almost reverent.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” he whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear him.
Before I can respond, the bed dips as Vex joins us, his hand stroking my hair with tender possessiveness, his blue eyes dark with need as he draws me to him.
Draven reluctantly releases me, pressing a final kiss to my temple before moving aside. I turn to Vex, feeling the already established bond between us brighten and strengthen as it harmonises with the new connections.
His rune-marked skin glows faintly in the dim bedroom light. Where Luc was fire, and Draven was ice, Vex is like the darkness.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper, reaching for him.
His smile is dark with promise as he pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against my pussy, slick with my arousal and the other guys’ cum. The position puts us face to face, intimate in a way that makes my heart race.
“Look at me,” he commands softly, his hands sliding up my back to tangle in my hair. “I want to watch you while I take what’s mine.”
I meet his gaze as he guides me down, impaling me slowly on his length. The sensation is overwhelming—physically and through our bond, which flares with renewed intensity. I can feel his pleasure as if it were mine, layered with echoes of Luc’s passion and Draven’s possessiveness .
I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.
“The network is complete,” Vex murmurs, his voice strained as he fights for control. I rock against him as our souls dance, merging, becoming something more significant.
“I can feel all of you,” I whisper, my head falling back as Vex thrusts upward, hitting that perfect spot. “It’s like... like you’re inside my mind.”
“We are,” Vex confirms, his grip tightening on my hips. “And you’re in ours. The bond—it’s different now that it’s complete.”
I can sense Luc and Draven watching us, their desire feeding into the connection, amplifying everything. The room feels charged with magick, crackling with power that builds with every movement between Vex and me.
When his thumb finds my clit, circling with just the correct pressure, I cry out. Pleasure rockets through me, mine and what he’s feeling, too. It’s overwhelming, this feedback loop of sensation that builds and builds until I’m trembling on the edge.
“Let go, sprinkles,” Vex murmurs, his voice rough with need. “Let me feel you come apart.”
His words push me over, and I shatter, my orgasm tearing through me with an intensity that steals my breath. Vex follows immediately, driven by the ricochet of my pleasure through our bond. As his cock jerks inside me, I feel the final piece click into place—the network is complete.
I close my eyes, focusing inward. The connections between us glow in my mind’s eye—vibrant threads link us in an intricate pattern. “It’s beautiful. Like a living constellation.”
“Well, the Praxian force did fracture to form stars,” Vex murmurs and then he gives me a curious stare. “Does this mean you are a star?”
I giggle. “I don’t think so, but you never know. Maybe one day we will find out.”