Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
Jasper
Ihovered near the ritual circle, watching as my brothers descended on Palmer like dark shadows. With each touch they laid on Palmer's skin, I felt more substantial, more real. The veil between spirit and flesh blurred, and my skin began to give off light.
"You're glowing brighter," Palmer gasped between kisses, her eyes finding mine across the room.
I could feel it; it was like sunlight warming me from the inside out. Misha's frame curved around her from behind, his hands spanning her ribs while Talon claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. The sight should have made me jealous, but instead, it filled me with a different kind of heat.
"Keep going," I encouraged as I moved closer, my voice stronger than it had been in centuries. "It's working."
Felix stepped forward next, running his fingers through Palmer's dark hair. She arched into his touch like a cat seeking affection. Rhodes watched from the shadows, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. We all felt it, this pull toward her, this need to claim and be claimed.
"I can almost touch you," Palmer whispered to me, reaching out. Her fingers still passed through my chest, but I swore I could feel the warmth of her skin.
Talon grinned wickedly. "Then we'll have to try harder, won't we?" He nipped at her neck, making her gasp. The sound echoed through me like a church bell.
With each passing moment, my form became more defined. I could see the details of my own hands now, could feel the weight of gravity trying to pull me down. The ritual circle pulsed with ancient magic, responding to Palmer's power and our collective desire.
"Look at him," Misha murmured against Palmer's shoulder. "He's becoming real again. It’s all because of you, kukola."
She turned in their embrace to watch me, her blue eyes bright with power and need. The magic swirled around us all, binding us together in ways I never thought possible. I took a step closer, drawn by their energy.
"I can feel everything you feel," I told her, watching as Talon's hands traced patterns on her skin. "Every touch, every kiss, it's like electricity running through me."
Rhodes finally emerged from his corner, his presence adding another layer to the growing intensity in the room. "Then feel this," he said, capturing Palmer's lips in a bruising kiss.
The surge of power nearly knocked me over. I stumbled, actually felt the floor beneath my feet. Solid. Real.
"Holy shit," Felix breathed, watching me with wide eyes. "It’s really working."
Palmer reached for me again, and this time, when her fingers brushed my chest, they didn't pass through. The contact sent shockwaves through my newly forming body. I gasped at the sensation, touch, real touch, after so long without it.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, though I wasn't sure if I was talking to Palmer or my brothers or all of them.
They seemed to understand anyway. Hands and lips returned to Palmer's skin as the ritual circle flared brighter..
Palmer moaned as Misha's hand disappeared between her legs, and I felt it echo through my increasingly solid form. Soon, very soon, I would be able to touch her myself, whenever I wanted.
For now, though, I let my brothers work their magic, knowing each kiss brought me closer to reality.
Closer to her. Closer to everything I had been denied for so long.
The veil between worlds stretched thin as spider silk, ready to let me cross over completely.
After centuries of watching from the shadows, of being trapped between life and death, I was finally coming home.
Once each of them had fully claimed her, I’d be back for good. I could already fucking feel it.
Misha’s hand moved gently but with intent, and when the first sounds of her wetness filled the room, every single one of our eyes flashed with purpose.
There was no stopping us; the transformation into our true forms was as instantaneous as the way her perfect body responded to us.
She glanced around eagerly at each one of us, with our glowing eyes, towering horns, expansive wings, and thick tails.
“Work that pussy on his hand,” Felix ordered, moving to stand in front of her, his own tattooed hand working his cock in the same rhythm Misha was setting.
Slowly, Palmer reached up and firmly grabbed one of Misha’s horns, then grabbed one of Felix’s, giving herself some leverage. She pulled Felix’s face down to hers and brushed her lips against his. “Feels so good,” she panted as she began working her hips.
“Good fucking girl,” Rhodes praised. Palmer gasped when he slid his tail along her thigh.
Ashland released a growl that sent a feral shiver down my spine. “So goddamn sexy. I’ll never get enough of this, I fucking swear it.”
"Need you, kukola," Misha growled against her ear, spinning her around. "Now." The giant demon lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist before sinking to the soft mattresses beneath them.
"Please, Misha," she moaned, her eyes desperate with desire.
I watched in awe as Palmer settled on top of Misha, her hands gripping his horns as he lined himself up.
Both of their eyes rolled as she lowered herself on his cock, their connection sending ripples of energy through the ritual circle.
Each wave of power made my form more substantial, but I forced myself to step back, giving them space for this sacred moment.
"Focus on him, darling," I encouraged softly, seeing how her eyes kept darting to check on my progress. "I'm not going anywhere."
Misha cradled her face in his hands, drawing her attention back to him. For someone so intimidating, he handled her with such tenderness that it made my chest ache. "Look at me, kukola," he whispered, and Palmer's eyes locked with his.
The energy in the room shifted, became more focused, more intense. This wasn't just about bringing me back; it was about forming the bonds that would tie us all together. Each of my brothers needed their moment with her, needed to forge that connection individually.
Misha's usually stoic expression had softened into something vulnerable and raw as he held Palmer's gaze.
"You're everything, you're mine," he told her, his voice rough with emotion. His grip on her hips tightened, and he guided the movements of her hips, almost to a punishing pace.
"That's it, Palmer, take him. You’re so beautiful when you’re full of our cocks," Ashland purred, sinking his fingers into her hair as he stroked himself.
Palmer and I moaned at the same time, the very heat of his words hitting like a bullet and somehow making the moment that much more intense.
My eyes watched greedily as Ash’s tail slid down her back, as his grip on her hair tightened.
She whimpered, and the responding groan from Misha had me curious about just how tight her pussy was gripping him. I’d never seen anything so fucking hot.
The magic surged stronger, and I gasped as another wave of sensation hit me. I could feel the cool stone beneath my feet, the brush of air against my skin. But more than that, I could feel their emotions, Misha's fierce protectiveness, Palmer's trust and desire.
Felix moved closer to me, his eyes studying my increasingly corporeal form. "It's working better than we hoped," he murmured. "The bond between them is feeding directly into your resurrection."
I nodded, unable to look away from the scene before us. Palmer arched against Misha, her hands now gripping his shoulders as they moved together. The ritual circle pulsed in time with their movements, ancient symbols flaring with golden light.
"By the gods," Talon breathed, watching the magic swirl around them. "Look at them."
Rhodes stepped up beside me, his presence steady and grounding. "She's magnificent," he said softly, and I heard centuries of regret and hope in those two words.
I reached out and, for the first time, managed to place a solid hand on his shoulder. He stiffened in surprise, then relaxed into the touch. "We all get a second chance," I told him. "That's what she's giving us."
Rhodes' eyes flared as he stared into mine. "Jasper," he whispered, his voice rough.
Fuck it.
I grasped the back of Rhodes' neck and pulled him against me, crashing our lips together with desperate intensity.
The solid feel of him beneath my fingers sent sparks of sensation through my newly-corporeal form.
Gods, I could touch him again, could feel the warmth of his skin, the slight tremor that ran through his powerful frame.
It had been so fucking long since I'd felt his touch.
Too long spent watching from the shadows, unable to remember, to connect.
Now the barriers between us were finally dissolving, and I intended to savor every moment.
Palmer suddenly cried out, and we broke our kiss to see what was happening.
"You have to relax, kukola. Shhh now," Misha coached calmly, even though his body was vibrating with primal power.
"It hurts," she whimpered, burying her face into the crook of his neck, but not pulling away.
I rushed over and knelt behind her, trailing my fingers down her spine, remembering when the two of us had done this. "Darling, you've done this before. If it's too much, change your form. It doesn't make the bond any less."
"Mishy's massive, Bun-Bun. Don't be a martyr," Talon said, his voice stern as he settled down next to her as well. None of us wanted to hurt her.
She shivered, and her body shimmered.
"Good girl," Felix praised, dropping to his knees behind Misha, where he could see her face. He brushed hair away from her eyes. She was still solid enough to feel, but the intensity of being knotted would be manageable. "You're so beautiful like this. I can't wait to feel you."
She moaned deeply, pleasure taking over now that the pain was lessened. "Need you, Felix."
His eyes darkened as he stood, offering his hard cock to her. His head dropped back as she wrapped her hand around it, bringing him to her lips.
"Get that dick," Ash commanded, and my own cock was so hard it was leaking against her back. I reached down to grab it, but another hand wrapped around me before I got the chance.
Rhodes.
"Oh, fuck," I groaned. It was too good. All of it. Shit.
"Mine," Misha said, a vow, a claim, a promise. "Take me, kukola." He reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit, sending her into full detonation with Felix's cock deep in her throat. She arched back against me, releasing Felix, shaking. Misha roared as he came, filling her.
The magic peaked as Palmer and Misha found their release together, sending a shockwave of power through the room that nearly knocked the newly returned breath from my lungs. When I looked down at my hands, they were fully solid. I could see the old scars, the familiar calluses.
Palmer straightened up and looked around at each of us, tongue slowly swiping her bottom lip before grinning wickedly. "Who's next?"
Fuck me, we were the luckiest bunch of psychotic demons this side of the realm.