Chapter 11 Feather #2
The sensations were so confusing, so forbidden and new, I wasn’t sure whether I should feel embarrassed, or tell him to stop, or beg him to do more. I panted in shallow breaths, feeling a devastatingly powerful orgasm swelling, knowing it would submerge me.
“He didn’t fuck you anywhere, did he? Not with his cock.
” Mikhail’s voice was melted chocolate and sin as he stopped touching me below and shifted his weight to one elbow, his hand still circling my neck just tight enough to feel slight pressure.
Slowly, he pressed his cock into my wet slit, and I closed my eyes, forcing myself to relax and let him in.
He shushed my soft moans as he worked himself in, an inch at a time, until he was finally seated inside me and began to move.
As he thrust, he murmured, “Some don’t know how to share, but I do.
As long as I can have this physical form to hold, and more importantly, the soul within it”—on those words, he did something with his energy, wrapping it around me in tendrils, like a net around my entire body—“I will open my heart to whomever you desire.” A tear scalded its way down my cheek, and he slowed. “What’s wrong, love?”
“Selfish,” I managed to say. “I won’t share you.”
He laughed and moved faster. “You don’t need to. I waited thousands of years for you. And so did Seraphiel. You’re all we need, more than I ever dreamed. He’s my brother, and I would be proud to co-mate with him.”
For a split second, the thought if he can be freed flitted through my mind, and then Mikhail began moving faster, his spirit sort of…
unfolding into mine. The net that had caught me up pierced me in thousands of places, everywhere at once, each spot bringing a jolt of pleasure, and a feeling of deep love and certainty.
And, after a moment, mischief. “Oh, naughty Feather.” His rumbling bass voice seemed to echo inside my mind.
We were merged; there was no separation between us.
No way to hide my thoughts. I had a feeling Mikhail was shuffling through my darkest fantasies—could he really do that?
Was he seeing the depraved things I’d imagined for so long?
I had a sudden vision of Mikhail, naked and gleaming, holding a bunch of grapes, and pouring molten chocolate over my breasts.
Then dark-haired Righteous and golden Gavriel, naked and bound, and me with a flogger in each hand.
Then Rafe holding me as Mikhail thrust up into me, warm oil being smeared all over my back, and even lower…
and Rafe slowly, gently entering me from behind while Mikhail filled me.
Yes, that was definitely my fantasy. And Mikhail had seen it.
His dark chuckle was an affirmation, and he fucked me harder as he rasped, “Every dream you have, sweet soul, is mine to give you now. Can you imagine how it will feel when we’re all together, and Rafe stretches your ass with his cock, while I’m filling you here?
While we merge, all of us? Fuck you in every way possible, merge so fully with you, you’ll feel us all…
inside you… every moment… of your life…”
At that thought, the climax that had been creeping up swamped me, and I screamed out my pleasure. “Mikhail!”
“Yes,” he groaned as he filled me with his come and his spirit simultaneously. “And who else? Tell me!”
To my horror, without meaning to, I yelled, “Rafe!” And then, when his soul net squeezed tighter around me just as his hand gripped my throat a bit more roughly, I whimpered, “Ry.” I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood as I refused to let any other name out.
Especially not that one.
But then his voice, the last person I’d expected to hear—or wanted to—growled out a vicious curse. “Fucking hell.”
My eyes flew open, meeting Mikhail’s amused, slightly shocked ones.
“Not hell. You’re always heaven to me,” he whispered as he let go of my throat, then winked and stretched his wings out, covering us both.
Lazily, he rolled to one side and lifted an eyebrow.
I could tell he was mostly pretending to be relaxed; the thoughts I could still sense through our fading merge were filled with protectiveness.
“Welcome home, Gavriel. I’m afraid you caught me with my pants down. ”
Gavriel made a choking noise, while I covered my face with my hands.
Mikhail let out the most satisfied chuckle I’d ever heard, then whispered in my ear, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. And remember, in Sanctuary, we merge in groups. This is all perfectly natural.”
I nodded, trying to channel someone who would proudly merge in public, and failing miserably. Instead, I pulled the sheet as far around my body as I could. “Hi, Gavriel,” I said, finally daring to look at him.
I shouldn’t have. At first, those bright blue and gold eyes that had always been so filled with anger and judgment were filled with something incomprehensible. If I hadn’t known better, I would have called it jealousy. It certainly couldn’t have been lust.
Before I could process what was on his face, he collapsed. “He’s hurt!” I cried, and tried to rise.
Mikhail held me back with one hand, his own expression stern. “Wait.”