Chapter 30 Cassius #2
She was unbelievably stunning—and strong, so much compact power woven into her small frame.
Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her uneven breathing, and she shifted under my scrutiny, her soft thighs drawing my attention, before I took in what lay between them.
She was glistening there, highly aroused.
And her bashfulness at my continued staring and likely the disbelief in my eyes that I was seeing her bare to me for the first time, evolved to a coy little smile.
I felt it from her then… she liked my eyes on her. She wanted me to see.
More than that, she wanted me to be with her.
It was such a deep yearning that matched mine.
I grasped her thighs, then dove between them, earning a shriek from her as I licked the length of her, making her squeal from the pressure, which seemed to be too much.
“It’s okay,” Sylas told me. “She likes the roughness.” He dipped his fingers near my tongue and gathered some of her sweet juices. “And she’s certainly slick enough to take it already.”
I watched, mesmerized, as he spread what he’d gathered over Lazriel’s lips, and then our wild one licked it all up with a wolf growl.
I descended on her again, licking, nipping, and sucking all over her, learning her, and cataloguing her responses to different sensations and stimuli.
There was a pattern to be found, quite a precise one, and it wasn’t long before her back was arching, her hands were pulling at my hair, and she was screaming, her thighs trembling around me.
“Fuck, yes,” Lazriel groaned.
“Show him how fucking sexy you are when you come apart,” Sylas told her, playing with her breasts, as Lazriel then devoured her mouth like an animal.
Her building pleasure was singing to me through our Soul Brand. I could feel it so profoundly that it nearly undid me.
It was wholly enveloping, a warmth and thrill that went so deep, I could feel it beyond flesh—in the essence of my blood, the marrow of my bones. It was unbelievably spellbinding.
She jerked and then exploded, her taste dousing my tongue, as she shrieked and dug her nails into my scalp in a gloriously aggressive way that I adored from her.
I loved when she let her power loose, when she took control, when she wielded all that she was in such an unapologetic way.
As I eased back, she clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She kissed my cheek and nuzzled against me, warming and soothing me at the same time.
Sylas reached out and swept his finger over my lips, gathering some of her juices I’d missed, and then he pushed against my tongue, inadvertently making me open my mouth wider than it currently was with me panting with burgeoning need.
He slid her taste along my tongue, then stroked me, before then sweeping the pad of his thumb back and forth over my lips.
I couldn’t help it, my tongue darted out and licked him.
He smirked.
But then I gave him more than he’d bargained for as I grabbed his nape, then devoured his mouth.
Velra chuckled and joined me, licking and nipping at his throat.
When I pulled back, Sylas was panting. “Fuck me, the way you kiss…”
“Absolutely all-consuming,” Velra said, beaming up at me as she curled her hand around my bicep.
Lazriel nuzzled against Velra, then licked at her breasts, making her dig her nails into my skin.
I fisted her hair and held her as I watched Lazriel become feral with her, biting nearly hard enough to draw blood, sucking her soft flesh, kneading roughly, then licking away the pain, until she was shuddering, then dripping again.
Sylas removed all his clothes with a spark of his magic, then grasped Lazriel’s hand and pushed it between Velra’s legs. “Make her come again.”
Lazriel knew exactly what he meant and then I observed as he dragged his fingers through her folds, making her cry out against me, then employed his vampiric speed.
“Ah! Hell! Lazriel!” she screamed, shuddering all over, then coming apart on his fingers.
He kissed her jaw as she melted against me, then held out his slick fingers to Sylas.
But I snatched his wrist before he could and the two of them stared at me in surprise and apparent approval as I licked and sucked them clean, relishing her taste—and the way Lazriel's eyes darkened at the sensations.
All the intensity, the sexuality, it was all too much for me, and I could barely control myself. Nor did I want to.
With a spark of my magic, I had the rest of my clothes stripped from my body, and then I gathered Velra into my arms and laid her down on her back on the sheets.
I heard a carnal growl from Lazriel, felt him and Sylas move in, gathering close.
And then there was Velra.
The way she was staring up at me as I straddled her. Her eyes shone and even sparked with her purple power, making her amethyst eyes ever more enchanting.
She trembled with the need I could feel coursing through our Soul Brand.
I leaned in—and then she turned the tables.
With an impressive fight move, she flipped us so that she was straddling me.
Lazriel made a whooping sound and Sylas let out a dark chuckle.
Her gaze was utterly reverent as she slid her hands up and down my chest, warming me, sending shocks of sensation through me.
Sylas and Lazriel closed in.
Sylas wrapped one arm around Lazriel from behind, the other closing around his hard length, making the wild one sink back against him, teeth gnashing.
The sight, seeing the dominance Sylas exuded and the sheer sexual confidence and command as he tended to Lazriel, and what it was doing to them both… it all served to utterly submerge me in the eroticism.
And then Velra wrapped her hand around my length, her eyes going wide—clearly stunned by my size. A strangled sound escaped me as she fondled me, her palm gliding up and down, her thumb toying with my crown.
I bucked at her attentions as bliss enveloped me.
That escalated to another realm entirely when she ground her slickness all over my shaft.
“Ungh,” I choked, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Yes. Beyond okay.”
A little chuckle slipped from her, and then she grasped the base of my length and positioned me right between her silky thighs.
“Gonna need to relax and breathe,” Lazriel spoke to me. “Big time.”
I looked out at him smiling reassuringly at me, but my gaze snapped right back to Velra’s as she sank down on me, swallowing my crown inside her.
“Hades!” I cried, fisting the sheets. “Ah… Velra.”
She sank deeper and the pressure was near-overwhelming. I panted and threw my hands out, grasping her hips aggressively, digging my fingers in.
Her eyes flashed, a smirk tilting her lips—she liked it. Sylas’ words to me about her enjoying some roughness were clearly accurate.
And it was fortunate, because I wasn’t sure I could prevent myself from it, especially as she kept moving, kept taking me deeper and deeper within her.
Curses spilled from my lips over and over, and I resisted the urge to throw my head back in rapture, because I needed to see her, to connect, to watch her beautiful gaze burn into mine, and to see the same pleasure wreaking havoc upon me doing the same to her.
I just barely remembered to maintain control over my ability to breathe like Lazriel had advised when she seated herself fully on me, and I felt so deep inside her as she clenched down around me, joining us, holding me there.
She leaned into me, kissing my lips, my cheek, my chest, as her hands ran up and down my arms. I realized she was worshipping me back like I’d done with her earlier.
And then she started to move on me.
My breath caught in my throat.
“Velra!” I cried, my voice a booming cry or rapture and a plea all at once.
She quickened her pace, her breasts bouncing from her forceful movements, alluring moans and cries slipping from her, as she moved like a true goddess of eroticized fantasy.
“Yes… Cassius…”
My name spoken in that way by her… it was absolutely glorious.
I could feel my control unraveling—thread by thread, it was all slipping through my fingers.
The universe decided to test me to a breaking point then as Sylas slid behind Velra.
He kissed her neck to let her know he was about to toy with her, and she gave a little nod through her rising pleasure as she rode me so ferociously.
She jolted and then I caught sight of Sylas slicking two fingers with his magic.
In the next moment, they disappeared behind her, and then she cried out and scraped her nails down my chest. He’d entered her rear with them, and it was serving to escalate her aggressiveness.
The biting pain of her scrapes—it clashed with the rest in a heady way.
I rose to it, grasping her breasts in a vicious grip that had her eyes flaming at me.
I saw Sylas’ arm pumping behind her, matching her rhythm within moments.
A whine escaped her as he abruptly pulled back.
“Mmm… such a desperate little ass,” he breathed at her ear.
He grasped his cock and then I lost sight of it, just a moment before she lurched forward, forcing her ever deeper onto me, and stilling her.
He was sinking into her there.
Her eyes were wide and she was panting.
Then Lazriel sidled up between us, rising on the bed, stroking himself rather violently. “What was it that you threatened me with earlier, love?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I said, I’d eat you alive,” she responded, barely able to get her words out as Sylas pushed forward, feeding her more still—more that I could now feel through her, the sensation of him sliding against me incredibly titillating.
“Then eat,” he growled, a moment before he grasped her jaw and thrust into her mouth.
I couldn’t look away as he stroked her hair, while pumping his hips and snarling as she responded very favorably, swallowing him so well, so ravenously, her tongue even swirling.
She screamed around Lazriel buried down her throat, then I felt a tipping point followed by a flash of panic from her.
A moment later, her frost erupted over my chest.
Her rhythm faltered.
No.
I wouldn’t allow this to unsettle her.
Her eruptions, her magic, her abilities… they were welcome here.
All of her was.
Always.
I lurched up, calling my wings, and wrapped them around her.
Lazriel gasped, that awed look all over him just like I’d witnessed from him when I’d enveloped him in them after our fornication.
Sylas smiled and reached around her, grasping her arm, his magic flaming from his right palm, helping to settle her frost by taking some into himself.
She relaxed.
Not only that, she sank into us.
She let go.
Safe.
Cherished.
Adored.
Emotion clogged my throat at that realization, something I could feel so powerfully from her in that moment.
It was what I’d wanted for her since that first day we’d met.
I tightened my wings around her, then thrust up into her, sinking into an alternating rhythm with Sylas that had him groaning in bliss. He poured more magic into hers, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Shit… ungh… Wraithqueen,” Lazriel gasped, a moment before he jerked, then exploded so forcefully that Velra couldn’t swallow it all down, and it oozed from the sides of her mouth.
Lazriel seemed to enjoy that, though, and he gathered it, then started licking up his own taste. He was almost done when Sylas startled him by snatching his wrist and finishing it off.
“Filthy fucking bastard,” Lazriel breathed.
“Yes, my hot little wolf,” he grunted, a moment before he guided Lazriel’s hand between Velra’s thighs, just enough room with the way I was holding her for him to access her there.
And then Lazriel was using his speed like before, making Velra scream into my chest and even bite down.
I hissed and as she clenched down around me and Sylas powered into her with renewed vigor, his rhythm now breaking as he lost himself, everything collided for me.
Velra convulsed and bucked between us, shrieking and cursing, then detonating all over me.
Ecstasy tore me in two, nearly ripping me apart at the seams, and I filled her.
Over and over and over, until she and the sheets were coated in it. Sylas as well.
“Motherfucker… ungh,” he choked, before tasting release, and spraying over her rear and her back.
“Holy hell,” Velra breathed, collapsing against me, utterly boneless.
I held her to me.
But within moments I wasn’t alone in that, the need from Lazriel and Sylas to be close immediately after all of that intensity made very clear to me, as they helped me ease the covers down then settle her between us in my bed.
And, as I sank into it with them, it felt absolutely wonderful.