Chapter 28 #2
I ease back and glance around our circle.
These words are the hardest. “Sometimes I get nervous or overeager and say things that bother people. Sometimes I feel hurt or totally frantic. That’s okay too.
I’ll never reach a place where I’m always happy.
And pushing too hard for it only turns the joy too intense when it comes.
What’s important is that I keep working on finding my own balance of all the things I end up feeling—and taking action the best way I can. ”
Hail raises an eyebrow. “So where do we go from here?”
I spread my hands. “I don’t know. I guess we just keep figuring it out as we go. I only wanted you all to know that I see everything that makes each of you you. I want all of it. Sometimes I might get sad or frustrated, but I’ll still be here for you. None of it is wrong.”
I pause, and the rightness of the emotion swelling inside me spills onto my tongue. “I love all of you, for everything you are, with everything I am.”
That love pours out of me, and a matching affection flows out of my men to meet it. Warm and comforting, savory with a hint of sweetness, like the perfect cream soup.
My hair lights up with a pink sheen. The marks on all four of my men’s chests glow brighter too, strong enough to seep through their shirts.
But it’s not the searing white shine from when I first marked them. No, now it’s the vibrant bluish-green of my turquoise hair, halfway between darkness and light.
All the joy we’ve found with each other and all the pain, melded together the way our essence seems to be.
The men glance down at themselves with a start, but awe and delight mixes with their surprise. Hail grazes his fingers over the spot and then looks at me.
My own mark has lit up with the same hue. The connection, the bond, twines between all of us. Joining us together as a team.
Maybe even a sort of family.
Raze moves first, his sinewy arm sliding around me. As he presses his mouth to the top of my head, his brawny frame lines up against my shorter, softer body.
A waft of devotion that’s got a lot more spice to it tickles over my tongue.
“Our Glowbug has shown us how much we mean to her,” he says in a rumble. “I think we should show her just how well we can work together to adore her.”
Hail’s eyebrows arch higher. “All of us? At the same time?”
His tone is dry, but a flare of his own heated desire tingles through me.
“Why not?” Raze nuzzles my temple. “We’re all joined together through her. We can accept each other just as much as she accepts each of us, can’t we? I want to see every part of her lit up the way no one but us can manage.”
Jonah wets his lips, but he stays where he is. “I’m not sure—Peri and I have barely done anything—”
I smile at him. “Whatever you want to do, whether you’re comfortable with Raze’s idea or not, it’s all okay.”
Mirage lets out a light chuckle. “But you can feel it, can’t you? How much she wants it? Rainbow, you always taste delicious.”
The fox shifter closes in at my other side and nibbles the shell of my ear. At my pleased gasp, more carnal hunger flares in all four of my men.
“I can feel you so well,” Hail says with a kind of wonder. “Even clearer than before. Every response. Everything that gets you off.”
He strokes his hand around the curve of my breast before flicking his thumb over the nipple. Pleasure sparks through my flesh alongside my noise of approval.
Jonah eases between Hail and Raze and trails his fingers from my jaw down my neck to my shoulder. As my pulse jumps giddily at his caress, he inhales sharply.
“You do want this,” he says, and it’s not a question. He must be able to sense how much the idea of being adored by all four of my men at once thrills me.
I tease my hand down the front of his shirt. “I’ve never even gotten to have you yet. It’s not too much?”
“No,” he says in a raw voice. “No, I think it’s perfect.”
Then his mouth is crashing into mine, and the thrum of affection and desire drowns out the rest of the world. All I can feel now is that delicious heat flooding my body inside and out: Jonah’s kiss, the other men’s caresses, all the ways their bodies encompass mine.
Hail slides his hand beneath my jacket, and Raze helps him peel it off. The winter fae tugs the strap of my dress down my arm so he can dip his hand beneath the fabric and cup my breast skin to skin.
He hums to himself. “Peri is so dedicated to appreciating every part of us. Maybe we should see how many different aspects she can enjoy. Sometimes the heat”—he nips the crook of my jaw with a wash of hot breath—“is even more potent with a little chill mixed in.”
With those last words, he sends a tiny flare of frost over my nipple. The shock brings a gasp to my lips, and the warm stroke of his thumb following it sets off an even sharper jolt of bliss.
Raze lets out a rumble that reverberates into me where our bodies are pressed together. “She liked that. Do it again.”
Hail shows no sign of annoyance at being ordered around. With a cocky grin, he dips his head to close his mouth around the tip of one breast while reaching between me and Jonah to give the other his thrilling cold-and-hot treatment.
Raze sets his hand on my belly, just above the spot where I’m aching most. “Maybe we should all find our ways to give Peri everything we have to offer. Would a little fierceness make the tenderness sweeter?”
He draws his fingertips across my dress, the claws he’s extended drawing little lines of not-quite-pain across my abdomen through the fabric. Sparks quiver over my skin. When he smooths the spot over with a gentler caress, a whimper slips out of me between my kisses with Jonah.
Mirage chuckles. “Our Rainbow wants to enjoy every color.” He trails his hand over my hip and squeezes my ass. “I can be right here with you, staying grounded together. And I can send you soaring far away too.”
A tremor of his supernatural power passes through my mind, and all at once I do feel like I’m soaring—as if my feet have floated off the ground, my body drifting in a buoyant breeze.
As my breath catches with my surprise, Mirage pulls me out of the illusion with another provocative squeeze. A heady shiver ripples through my nerves.
Raze teases his claws across my belly again, dipping almost to my sex. Hail laps a chilly streak across my nipple and then sucks the peak of my breast into his scorching mouth.
The dueling sensations drench me with pleasure. My hips sway with kindling need.
Jonah wrenches his mouth from mine but doesn’t go far. His voice is taut with his own desire. “I want to make you feel as good as possible, but I don’t have the same kind of powers they do.”
I clutch the front of his shirt. “I don’t need you to. Maybe we can find a way to play with your sorcery later. Right now… just having you is lots of novelty in itself.”
With a rough sound, he closes the short distance between our lips again.
Raze curls his fingers right between my legs, and I can’t help squirming into his touch. He hums. “I think she really did mean right now. Let’s get her to the bed.”
I drag Jonah by his shirt, not that he resists. When I nudge him onto the mattress, he sinks down, watching me like a starving man faced with his first meal in days.
I’m too impatient to bother with a full undressing. I reach for the fly of his slacks. As I yank down the zipper, Hail tugs off my panties with contrasting streaks of heat and cold trailing from his fingers.
Jonah’s longing washes over me, as sweet and rich as the most decadent caramel pie. Drinking it in, I straddle his rigid cock.
He tugs my mouth back to his. Our groans mingle as he presses into me.
Yes. This is where I’m supposed to be. This is how close I’m meant to become with all of my men.
I ease down, taking Jonah even deeper. When I lift my head to rock more forcefully over him, Raze leans in to steal a kiss of his own.
The basilisk shifter yanks my dress higher on my waist. “Mirage, do you think you can make her doubly satisfied?”
The fox shifter grins and teases his fingers over my back entrance. “If Peri would like that… Oh, yes, she would.”
I couldn’t suppress the flare of excitement their suggestion provokes if I wanted to—which I don’t. I tip forward over Jonah, who massages my breasts to delicious effect while Mirage gets into position behind me.
Hail folds his arms over his chest. “What am I supposed to be doing?”
I look at him standing there, and an even giddier desire expands through me with the press of Mirage’s erection into my tighter hole. “Come here.”
As Mirage fills me as completely as Jonah has, my eyes roll back. Bliss radiates into every particle of my essence.
With a shaky breath, I manage to gather myself enough to yank at Hail’s pants.
He helps, his own cock springing free. I lick my lips and lean over to wrap my mouth around its rigid length.
Hail’s breath stutters. “Fuck me.”
Raze’s guttural laugh is nothing but joy. “She’s certainly doing that. Give her a good rhythm there. Don’t bruise her lovely throat.”
“Never,” Hail swears, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I wind my tongue around his shaft, even hotter than the rest of the heat he brought to bear, and rock with Jonah and Mirage as they plunge into me together.
With every thrust and every trace of salty arousal that laces my mouth, my heart thumps faster.
Pleasure sweeps through my veins and rushes along our joint connection.
It swells between us so swiftly I’m tossed to my peak with a shock crackling through my body. The ecstasy ricochets between me and my men, their delight expanding alongside my own, until we’re moaning in symphony.
Jonah spills himself inside me. Mirage bows over me moments later with a frantic panting. Hail yanks his cock from my mouth with a spurt over my chin.
A wicked gleam lights in the winter fae’s eyes. He leans in and licks his cum right off my face.
A fresh thrill races through me, stirring another surge of hunger.
Mirage draws back with a final caress of my back and glances slyly at Raze. “I think she might need even more satisfying.”
Jonah kisses me hard, heedless of the lingering flavor of the other man on my mouth, and eases aside. The next thing I know, Raze has swept me up in his arms.
As the massive man lays me out on the bed beneath him, he blinks away his clothes. I splay my legs instinctively, welcoming him in too.
With the drive of his thickness into me, I careen back toward my previous heights. I spiral upward faster and faster, driven by the prick of Raze’s claws down my spine, the nip of his basilisk fangs against my neck, and the comforting swipe of his tongue to balance out the spark of pain.
As I come for the second time, my hair and the glow on my chest flare together, pink and turquoise, both pulsing with love. The emotion fills the room, emanating from all four of my men in tandem.
I’m not sure where our path together will lead us, but for the first time, I know we’re heading in the right direction.