Chapter 22 – Aline
Chapter Twenty-Two
Aline
M alice has a perfect dick; it’s thick and so hard it kind of feels like it might rip me in two. But even that seems like it might be worth it to get him farther inside me.
Silence thumbs my nipples, raking his teeth down my neck. I lean into him for support, because despite the cool evening air of the cave, I’m still on fire. It’s a side effect of the wave of quickening.
I want to be home in my nest or at Atlas’s, sandwiched between my guys.
Malice growls, sounding truly animalistic.
My tits throb in response as I leak around his swollen shaft. He gets even harder, and I wiggle, desperate for more of him.
“I need you to fuck into me,” I beg, fluttering my lashes at him from over my shoulder.
“First time here, kitten,” Malice says without tearing his eyes from where he disappears inside me.
Silence scoots back, bringing me down on my hands and knees.
“Grind into her. You’ll figure out what you both enjoy.
While you do that, she can swallow my cock.
” He teases his fingers over my cheek, raising his eyebrows.
He looks so hopeful that I immediately focus on making him feel as good as I do.
I keep myself up on one palm as Malice works into me from behind. I grin up at Silence as I circle the base of his shaft with my fingers and flick my tongue over the tip.
“Yeah, this is the shit my dreams are made of.” Silence wraps a hand in my hair. He holds it out of my face, and it’s a very sweet gesture.
It takes a little practice, since I’m bouncing around from Malice’s thrusts, but I get the hang of it. My body tingles as he gets deeper on each plunge.
“God, kitten,” Malice snarls. “I’m going to let my shadows out. It’s very difficult not to consume you whole. My teeth are aching with the urge to claim you.”
Silence smiles softly, maintaining eye contact as my mouth works farther down his partially tattooed length. He’s covered in black tats that even extend around the base of his shaft and several inches of his cock.
An irrational pang hits my gut at the thought.
I have no right to feel jealousy.
It doesn’t matter.
He’s mine now. The mate bond makes me unreasonably territorial, but I’m going to assume it was a male artist and let that shit go.
He stretches an equally tattooed hand down, working the root of his cock. It makes me ache to take all of him, but he’s already bouncing against the back of my throat with each slap of Malice’s hips against my ass.
My eyes fall shut as someone teases my nipples while simultaneously brushing against my clit. I moan in response to the tender touches, and it dawns on me it’s Malice’s shadows.
“It looks like he’s literally devouring you with them,” Silence muses, pushing me deeper on his shaft. He slips into my esophagus and my cunt clenches, fluttering wildly. “That’s it. Don’t fight it; swallow around me. That’s my good girl. Fucking hell, love.”
I gasp as he pulls back, thrusting deeper. Tears spring to my eyes, but I do my best to relax and let him fuck my throat.
Malice tickles my clit, circling it as his shadows apply firmer and firmer pressure, and my stomach coils tight with need.
“Kitten,” Malice groans, sounding agonized. “Oh, fuck me, is that the bottom? Does it hurt when I hit that? Damn, it feels great to me. Can I come inside you?” He rams deep like he’s got radar to my G-spot.
There’s no holding my orgasm back.
I detonate, spasming wildly around him.
I moan around Silence’s length, nodding my agreement to Malice’s question, but I can’t speak.
Silence takes over fucking my face, using his hand in my hair as leverage as Malice grows impossibly hard.
“Goddamn, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, sobbing around my cock while you shatter for us. Let go, we’ve got you.” Silence smirks down at me and it only intensifies my desire for him.
“That’s a good kitten. You’re going to soak up every drop of my cum, aren’t you?” Malice’s grip on my hips grows tighter as he thrusts through the waves of my orgasm. My eyes close as bliss slams into me with physical force.
“I’m there too,” Silence growls. He yanks on my hair. “I’m going to fill your mouth. Fuck you full of me. Eyes on me while you swallow my cum.”
I try, but it’s nearly impossible with violent jolts of pleasure rocking through my system.
I pull back enough to groan at Malice, “No more on my clit. Too sensitive.” It doesn’t make much sense, but I dive back onto Silence’s shaft, licking and sucking with renewed concentration.
His abs and obliques flex as the muscles of his forearm tighten and he lets out a satisfied rumble.
He swells in my mouth as he kicks. The look on his face combined with his taste on my tongue has my pussy tightening.
I’m so overstimulated it’s difficult to know which way is up.
“Fucking hell.” Malice pulls me off Silence’s shaft, bringing me up until I’m kneeling. His arm around my middle supports me as I grind over his still ridiculously hard length. He yanks my mouth to his for a frantic kiss, and as his teeth rake over my lower lip, I lose myself to the moment.
My tongue fights his, and then I’m digging my canines into his lip in return. He never broke the skin, but I most certainly do.
Malice snarls into my mouth, holding my head in his massive hand. My tongue swipes over the wound, and before I know it, he’s biting me in return.
He slams into my senses.
I sob, barely able to keep myself upright, even with his assistance. He grinds me over his length, grunting and chest heaving as I grow even slicker.
I smile against his cheek, realizing he just came again.
I feel like I accomplished something monumental as he gives me the most awe-inspiring look while cradling me like I’m precious. His emotions echo through the bond. He’s completely content and grateful to be stuck with me for all of eternity...
I gasp, but I hope he knows I’m happy too.
I have no idea how to send that through the bond, but as my eyes squeeze shut, I focus on doing my best to ensure he knows how I feel. It’s so overwhelming, it’s difficult to breathe for a few seconds.
“Well, fuck,” Silence says, chuckling.
“Indeed,” Malice agrees.
Silence lifts me, pulling me off Malice’s cock. He yanks my legs around his back, and then I’m hitting the mattress next to Malice as Silence hovers over me.
“Can I fuck my wife now, too?”
“Oh yeah,” I agree.
He wraps his hand around my head while the other holds my hip in place.
Silence isn’t gentle. He slams home like he’s making it his personal mission to bruise my G-spot in the best way possible.
My heart races as Malice lies down lazily at our side.
He palms my tit, pinching and tugging the nipple as Silence buries his face in my throat, ramming every inch he can inside me.
I arch off the mattress with my feet digging into Silence’s ass. He knows exactly how to grind his pelvis to tease my clit on each earth-shattering stroke.
“Mmm, I think I’ll quite enjoy pack life,” Malice says against the shell of my ear. “You know, kitten. You’re all fucking mine.”
“Ours,” Silence corrects, licking my sweat-slicked neck. “I’m going to sink my teeth in soon. Not tonight, but very fucking soon.”
I nod, focusing on the warmth in my chest and the building pressure in my core. Silence pulls my mouth to his, growling into the kiss as he slams where I need him the most. My nails scratch down his back, making him snarl.
My head bounces up and down with each bottom bumping stroke. I try to warn him that I’m coming, but by the way he grunts into the kiss, staying deep inside while grinding against my clit, I’m going to guess he noticed.
“Milk my cock,” Silence says between tantalizing kisses.
“Let me fuck every drop of my cum into that well-used little cunt.” I whimper, still clawing at his back and ass as he swells, kicking inside me.
“You’re such a good girl. Squeeze me just like that.
” He groans. “Fuck, I’m going to be dripping down your thighs for days.
” He grinds deep. “You’re going to feel me every time you sit tomorrow. ”
My orgasm seems to go on forever as I thrash and moan.
Silence growls, rocking into me a few more times.
His warm breath fans over my neck as he growls into my ear.
“Oh, dirty girl, you have no idea how badly I’ve ached to hear you scream for me.
” He rests his forehead against mine as he stares into my eyes.
“You’re not getting away from me again. It’s us forever, from here on out.
” The look on his face takes my breath away.
It’s everything I didn’t think I needed, but it’s also intimidating.
I shove my mouth to his to keep him from saying something I don’t know if I’m ready to hear.
My heart stalls as we kiss, but my mind drifts to Atlas.
I bonded Malice. I just really need my orc to tell me that he’s okay with that. If not, I don’t know what I’d do. It’s easy enough to realize—I need all four of them for different reasons.
Silence thrusts a few final times before pulling out. He rolls me to face Malice, snuggling up behind me. My nightmare gives me a soft smile, like maybe he’s getting hints of my terror, but he slides in close, nuzzling his nose to mine.
I can’t regret claiming him.
Atlas and Malice were there for me when no one else was. I mean, I have friends and coworkers, but no one loved me like they did. I know Atlas will understand, especially once I sink my fangs into him too.
Silence’s arm rests in the indent of my hip as he runs his hand over my lower stomach. Malice teases his hand through my hair and my eyes get heavy.
“It’ll be light soon.” Silence’s voice breaks me out of a dead sleep. “Do it. Feed on me. You said it yourself—she’s not dreaming. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of pain to fill you right up.”
I blink awake and, sure enough, the first vestiges of light escape over the horizon in the distance.
“You’re sure?” Malice asks. He’s leaning up on his forearm with his head resting in his hand.
“Of course,” Silence whispers from behind me. “She’s shivering, and my magic is tapped out right now too; feed, so you can get us back to her house. She needs her nest.”
“Is there anything you’d like me to avoid?”
“It’s fair game, as long as you’ll be able to get us all out of here safely.” Silence sighs, his warm breath fanning over my neck.
“Fair enough,” Malice says.
I know he can see that I’m awake, but he doesn’t acknowledge me.
Dark smoky tendrils dance out over me, latching on to Silence. I hold my breath as he goes rigid behind me.
Malice slides a hand down, intertwining our fingers. I’m pulled into a memory, or possibly a nightmare, that Silence fears will come true.
My jaw falls open as I see my sister with Triton and Korso at her side. She’s ordering my retrieval and immediate return to Winter Court. It’s the coldness in her tone and the audience of mercenaries she commands that send a shiver down my spine.
Silence stands stoic with Hex at his side, but both his fury and concern seem to fill my chest as if it were my own.
The scene morphs.
Silence kneels in front of my sister on the throne.
She’s busy berating my husbands for losing me while threatening their lives if they betray Faere.
I release Malice’s hand, snuggling back into Silence. His grip on my hip tightens, but I roll under his arm to face him. I bury my face in his bare chest, breathing him in as my mind races.
Ary reminded me a little too much of my mother.
I’m honestly not sure if I want to know if that was a memory or something he fears could one day be possible. No, I’m definitely afraid that was a memory and she’s been hunting me all these years while I’ve been hiding from the ramifications of saving her life.