Chapter 46
FORTY-SIX
Excerpt from the Veydran Code of Conduct:
Rewards are contingent on continued compliance.
RIVEN
This is not where I saw this going when I asked Luca to talk. Can I share Celine? I know she’s with them all, but I never imagined participating in this level of teamwork. Liar. I’ve thought about it many times. Who wouldn’t? But thinking about something and doing it are two different things.
Celine could give me a list of people she wants dead, and I would take care of them all without question. Being inside her with someone else is different.
Malach lags behind the others. A twinge of something twists my stomach. I saw his face when Celine joked about her survival. It hit too close to home for him. Losing her is his greatest fear, and after what he went through, I suspect he can’t think of anything else.
Ciprian pops up behind Luca, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Is this a closed party?”
Dragging my hand down, I slip two fingers inside Celine before someone else can claim her perfect pussy. She gasps and rocks against my hand. “No. I want you all.”
Ciprian leans in to kiss her. His hair grazes my chin—his mouth only a few inches from mine. It’s strange. I have no desire to kiss him, but I’m not disgusted by his proximity either. I think I can do this. My cock certainly thinks I can. It’s never been this hard.
When Ciprian pulls back to breathe, I swoop in and steal her mouth back. I want her kisses, and I don’t mind jumping the line to get them. I’m obsessed with the idea of leaving her lips so swollen that everyone knows she’s mine. I want her to taste me in her dreams. I need—
Someone taps my shoulder. I crack my eyes open.
Looming over us, held in place by a determined-looking Ciprian, is an oversized angel. “Share with Malach,” Ciprian demands, nudging him into us. “Be assertive, man.”
Celine chuckles. “You’re not teaching him to change lanes on the freeway, Ciprian. Malach knows what to do.”
“I want to see it firsthand.” Ciprian grins. “Until then, I’ll keep looking out for my buddy.”
Malach’s green eyes take on a determined gleam. Before I can suss out his plan, he bends and grabs Celine by the hips, snatching her away and heading for the massive bed.
My cock is pointing at Luca now. Unacceptable.
Alistair tosses his hands up. “Dammit, Malach, you still have to share.”
“I’m being assertive.” Malach may be speaking to us, but his full focus is on Celine. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for a decade, my truth. May I?”
Her sigh is audible as she nods and lies back against the pillows.
The urge to watch takes me by surprise. His longing is intense. I can picture it clearly: Malach, shoving his hands down his pants as he torments himself with the thought of Celine, finally getting to have her after years of waiting.
“Fuck, I need to see his expression when he gets his first taste,” Ciprian says exactly what I’m thinking, and we all move. Clothes get discarded without thought as we gather around the bed—two on each side—to watch Malach kiss his way down Celine’s body.
My hand drifts to my cock. I’m painfully hard, but I’m not in a rush. From the corner of my eye, I see Luca playing with his piercing. I enjoy watching that, too. It’s fascinating, and he’s not shy about his pleasure, staring at Celine while he handles himself.
On the other side of the bed, Alistair moves behind Ciprian and wraps his long fingers around the demon’s cock. His red-eyed stare catches mine. There’s possessiveness in the expression, but he’s holding the aggression back: he loves showing off, and I’m beginning to realize I love to watch.
Celine spreads her legs to make room for Malach’s broad shoulders and props up on her elbows so she can watch, too. “You all look so good.”
If Malach is bothered by the fact that his first time eating Celine’s pussy has become a spectator event, he doesn’t show it. He’s fully focused on exploring every inch of her creamy skin.
I can’t blame him.
He reaches his goal, and we all suck in a collective breath.
Then his tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up her center. His moan is indecent. It cuts off in the middle when he buries his tongue inside her.
Celine rolls her bottom lip between her teeth and throws her head back. A pink flush rolls down her neck, extending all the way to her breasts. She’s a vision, and Malach, gods, Malach has found his life’s purpose.
Eyelashes fluttering, Celine looks from Malach’s head of curls buried between her legs to me, my hand pumping desperately; to Luca, flicking at that infernal bar; and finally, to Alistair and Ciprian.
She breathes Malach’s name and buries her fingers in his hair.
Her hips buck off the bed, and heat rolls through my belly.
Reluctantly, I drop my hand from my cock.
Watching her chase her orgasm is beautiful, but I’m not ready to come yet.
I need her; there’s no denying that. Being with her along with the others is important. Pivotal in a way I can’t fully articulate, even to myself.
And no one seems bothered by my appearance. They don’t stare, but I can’t help longing for the face. It was mine. I knew it the second Luca thrust that mirror in front of me.
Since I was a child training under Barthol, I’ve had complete control of my shift. The frustration of knowing the shape of my face and the color of my eyes while being barred from accessing them is indescribable. Without something else to focus on, I don’t think I could bear it.
Luca thinks it’s only a matter of time until the binding breaks. I’m not as sure. How can I destroy something I can’t see or sense? It’s not a piece of frayed rope I can snap in half or a door I can kick down—it just is.
A strangled moan rips me from my thoughts.
Celine arches her spine, and her mouth falls open as she comes. “Oh, fuck, yes!” She moans Malach’s name and uses her grip on his hair to pull his head away. His eyes are glassy. He looks dazed, as if he just got drunk for the first time.
It only takes Celine a few seconds to recover before she pounces, flipping Malach onto his back and swallowing his cock to the hilt.
He gasps, and his big hands fist the sheets as she takes him apart.
When she lifts her head, he drops his back against the pillows, breathing heavily—clearly grateful for the break.
Celine turns to me and Luca and licks her lips. “I want you both. At the same time.”
I nod, and Luca scrambles onto the end of the bed. One of his hands finds her hips, and the other guides his cock inside her. Damn. I’m on board with whatever Celine wants, but Luca moved so quickly that I’m the one left asking the awkward questions.
Shuffling to Luca’s side, I stroke Celine’s lower back, grazing the curve of her ass. “Where do you want me, darling?”
She traces the place where she’s already stretched around Luca’s cock and taps. “In here. With Luca.”
My face glitches, and the hitch in Luca’s thrusts betrays his own shock. “Okay, okay, baby, but we take it at your speed,” he says. “If it hurts at all, if you need us to slow down or anything, all you have to do is say so.”
Celine smirks and licks Malach from root to tip. “I’ll be fine.” She meets Luca’s next thrust and locks eyes with me. “Fuck me, Riven.”
There’s a challenge in her eyes that I’m helpless to ignore. Gods, I’m pathetic. There’s nothing in the universe I wouldn’t do for her, including sharing her pussy with a basilisk.
I step closer and tilt my head. My hip presses against Luca’s, but the angle isn’t right. I could reach her if I shift my dick to be enormous, but it would be freakish and unaesthetic, and I don’t like the idea of it at all.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Alistair snaps.
“Luca, lay down—you’re the base. Celine, climb on top of Luca, facing him.
Riven, you’ll kneel between Luca’s legs and slide in from behind.
” His red stare shifts to Malach. “And you will stand behind Luca and fuck her mouth from the side. Do not put your bare feet on the clean pillows, or I’ll be forced to kill you. ”
No one moves. We’re all too busy staring at him with varying expressions of shock. Ciprian chokes on a laugh.
“What seems to be the problem?” Alistair demands. “Do you need me to draw you a diagram?”
Celine blinks. “Could you?”
Luca rolls onto his back. “Is it weird that my first instinct was to say, ‘yes, sir?’”
“What are you going to be doing?” Celine asks him.
Alistair flashes fangs as he grins, his head disappearing a second before Ciprian’s face hits the bed.
There’s a splayed hand planted in the middle of his back, folding him into the mattress and holding him there.
Ciprian stiffens, then moans and goes limp, his fingers spasming on the covers.
“Your mouth is amazing, Ali. Don’t stop. Fuck, please, don’t stop.”
I gulp. This is not beginner group work, but I’ll be damned if I back out now. Focusing on my task, I crawl onto the bed to kneel between Luca’s legs. My knees brush his inner thighs. It doesn’t matter, though. Our combined focus is on the angel between us.
I press the tip of my cock against Celine’s pussy. Luca is already inside her, holding still and letting me control the pace. Alistair was right. This angle is much better, but monsters couldn’t force me to admit that to him.
“I’m going to start small,” I say, telling them—no, her. Definitely her. Luca just happens to be here. Blinking, I shift my dick and work the tip inside. Tight. Gods above, she’s so tight. I’m half my normal size, and the pressure is already intense.
Luca sucks in a breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Ignoring him, I stroke Celine’s spine gently as I push in further, then glance up to check on her. She’s sucking Malach enthusiastically. A vein in his neck throbs, and his green eyes are glazed as he watches Celine’s mouth bob like he’s witnessing a miracle.
If it weren’t arousing, I might be tempted to make fun of his wide-eyed wonder, but I’m in no position to judge.
It’s all I can do not to explode before fulfilling her fantasy: two shifters—natural-born enemies—cock to cock inside her.
I’m no fool. I know this is Celine’s idea of burying the hatchet.
Because if Luca and I can work together this closely, we can do anything.
A drop of sweat rolls down my chest. “You’re doing so well, darling.” I kiss her shoulder, and she clenches around me. “I’m going a little larger now.”
I’m more careful with this shift than I’ve been with anything in decades—getting it wrong could hurt her, and I’d rather cut my dick off than use it to cause her pain. Gradually, I return to my normal size and hold perfectly still.
Luca freezes, cradling her head with one hand and pressing the other against his heart. “Relax, baby, deep breaths,” he purrs. He glances at me over her shoulder, and I nod, giving her a chance to adjust.
He’s monitoring her through the bond. My gaze travels to the mark on her neck—two raised circles of lighter skin spaced evenly apart. A basilisk bite. One that allowed us to escape the monster realm and live to fight another day.
She wears it proudly. That should make me jealous.
Instead, I feel . . . proud? It was my idea.
I provided the information that helped make it happen.
I’m not surprised by my own competence, but I am surprised by how much I enjoy using it to help and not harm.
Celine once told me that killing should be hard.
At the time, I thought it was a strange thing to say, but I get it now.
She squirms, clenching around my cock.
My eyes squeeze shut. “What do you need, darling?”
“I need you to move,” she demands. “Both of you.”
I glance at Luca.
A muscle in his cheek pulses before he nods at me jerkily.
I rock my hips. Celine moans around Malach’s cock, and Luca starts to move. Gods, I can feel his piercing. The friction . . . This is madness. We fuck her carefully and thoroughly, always keeping her stuffed full.
I’m not sure how I ended up here, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. If they ever want me gone, they’ll have to drive me away.