Chapter 7 #2
“No,” he said thoughtfully. “I think the other medicine’s working much better.” Righteous growled, and I watched as Mikhail dropped lower on the bed, moving next to Ry. “I think we should work together as a team to get our girl well, don’t you?”
They turned me onto my back, and I stared down at them, propped up on both elbows.
I could tell they were communicating mentally, even hear a soft hum of conversation, but couldn’t make out their words.
They both nodded, and then Righteous was back between my legs, tongue-fucking me, his dark hair contrasting with my silver.
One of his hands reached up and began working gently, persistently, at my right nipple, twisting and tugging at it with a thin thread of soulfire.
Mikhail mirrored his actions with my other nipple, obviously enjoying the helpless squeaks I made as they tormented me.
Then he gently stretched my thighs even wider, and lowered his face next to Righteous, breathing in my scent like he was sampling perfume.
After a few seconds, he set the tip of his tongue against my clit, and began sucking and licking in the way he knew I liked best.
I’ll show you a spool of thread, Mikhail thought, and set his tongue on hyperdrive.
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head at the sensation of their two mouths on me, feasting, teasing, sending me over the edge again and again, with no time to recover before the next climax was already there.
And then there were more tongues somehow—flames of energy, being pushed inside me, overfilling my pussy until it almost ached, pressing into my ass and filling me there—and Righteous’s slick fingers plunging into me as well, in a rhythm with his tongue.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, as tongues and fingers and flames all started fucking into me alongside each other, stretching me wide.
It felt like I was being penetrated by invisible cocks made of energy that swelled as they moved, hitting every single sensitive place inside my pussy and ass at the same time.
“Teaching you how to take two mates at once, my love,” Mikhail replied, then lowered his head back down.
Orgasms began to cascade over each other faster, the thickening energy pushing me past what I had believed my limits to be.
I felt their souls moving inside me, somehow stretching my own soul’s vessel wider than it had been as they pumped me full.
My thoughts were wild, flickering images of the fantasies I’d had about them both—and with two other figures in each scene as well.
All of them worshiping my body, filling my soul with their own powerful fire.
We’ll save them, Mikhail promised as he hummed around my swollen clit, ceaselessly vibrating it with another coil of soulfire. You’ll bring them here, and we will give you every happy ending you ever dreamed of.
With that, I flew apart again.
“I didn’t know an orgasm could last that long,” I mumbled when I finally came back to myself. “I think I may have blown out some brain cells.”
“Did we break you already, Scrap?” Righteous asked. He was peppering my stomach and hips with gentle kisses, but when I popped one eyelid open, he moved his face to mine, devouring me in a kiss that was as filled with desperation as heat.
Mikhail hummed as he threaded his fingers through my hair, one of his favorite things to do while he was thinking. “Honestly, that’s only the beginning of what a mature High Angelus can do to your sweet body.” Ry’s annoyed grunt made me smile.
“Then I have even more reason to hurry back,” I said, stretching my slightly sore muscles on the bed. “I’ll bring the good sheets with me, too.” I sighed. “I miss my sheets so much. Do they think about me at all, I wonder?”
For some reason, they both gave identical groans. Jealous, I figured.
“I think you need to learn another lesson, sweet soul,” Mikhail growled, right before my wrists and ankles had soft, thick ropes wrapped around them.
Wait, ropes? Where had they come from? I startled as my limbs were all suddenly stretched, the invisible ropes I could feel pulled taut, to all four corners of the large bed. “What did you do, Mikhail?”
“Ah no, that was young Righteous,” he murmured. “Nice knots, by the way.”
Ry nodded at him, but sent me a question. Is this all right?
I looked down as the ropes pulsed with a blue light that shone against my silver skin.
Where it touched, the light moved into my body, like a transfusion of energy.
It didn’t feel sensual like my soulmates’ fire had, but soothing.
Their hot eyes on my helpless, bound body were anything but relaxing, though.
All right? It’s about dang time. If we had caramel sauce, this would be a good start on my second favorite fantasy ever. I slid my gaze to Mikhail, and pulled the energy ropes just a bit tighter. His cheeks were slightly flushed, as were Ry’s. “Time to get kinky, Daddy Bear?”
“I’ve been kinky for more years than you’ve been alive.”
Righteous coughed something that sounded like “Old man,” and Mikhail glared at him.
“For more years than both of you combined.”
“But not recently, snookums?” I growled a little, twisting against the blue bonds. “No old flames up here that think you’ll want to take a lick down memory lane, right?”
In reply, he put one hand behind my neck, his fingers tracing the place where his mating feather had been, and the other hand over my pussy, parting my swollen lips with a fingertip.
“This is the only body I can even remember wanting. The only one that ever matters.” He tightened his grip on my neck, letting his finger dip into my soaked opening.
“This pussy right here is the only one I’ll ever be inside again. ”
He thrust his finger in and out, sending sparks of energy in short bursts into me, hitting that spot inside that was just…
so… perfect. I cried out, arching my back, my limbs straining against the bindings as an even stronger orgasm than the ones before overtook me.
“You might kill me from too much pleasure, Growly,” I whimpered when it was over.
Righteous raised an eyebrow. “That was well done, Maker. A bit quick.”
“Quick? Watch and learn, pup,” Mikhail challenged, squeezing my neck once more before dropping his face to my pussy again.
The two of them were having some sort of competition at this point, but they were both on Team Make Feather Explode With Energy And Orgasms, so I didn’t interrupt.
They took turns as the hours wore on, feeding me their soulfire and their cocks, with Righteous purring praise as I fought to swallow as much of his anaconda as I could, while Mikhail filled me below.
Every time they came, they filled me with surges of their power.
Finally, right when I was about to beg them for a time-out, they both stopped moving.
I heard Mikhail’s thought. Are you ready to—how do you whippersnappers say it—level up?
I swallowed, not certain what he meant. But Righteous’s energy leaped with nervous anticipation.
I looked from one mate to the other, waiting.
Mikhail lined his arm up next to Righteous’s, examining the twinned mating feathers along both their hands and forearms. “There’s something we can try, sweet soul, if you agree to it.”
“Another thing we haven’t done before?” The bonds holding me dissolved, and I sat up, my heart racing with barely suppressed excitement.
“Is this your way of asking for anal, because I’ll be honest, I’ve been more than ready for months.
I’m almost certain we can use some of that blue stuff as lube; it’s super gooey…
Wait, did you mean a choo-choo? With one of you being the middle car, because I need you to know I am also ready for that, but there may not be enough lube in the world for his anaconda co—” I stopped when Righteous kissed me quiet again.
Mikhail had his face in both hands, shaking his head.
“You’re such a pervert, Scrap,” Ry chided.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I whispered the sound choo-choo until he kissed me again.
“Some would indeed consider what I have in mind perverted,” Mikhail said after a moment, handing me another glass of the blue healing liquid. I drank, wondering if I shouldn’t keep some of it close by. Just in case.
Growly laughed. “You don’t need lube, my love. I’m a Maker.”
“Show-off,” Ry mumbled. I arranged the pillows, pondering my good fortune in mating a man who came equipped with lube, a girthy summer sausage, and a tongue that could probably drill steel screws into a board without any other help.
And he looked phenomenal in sequins and glitter. The perfect man.
Righteous tweaked my right nipple, and I winked at him. You’ve got potential, too, Head Boy.
“Okay,” Mikhail said, once I’d finished the healing fluid and we were all sitting up.
A thread of thought crept through his mental defenses.
Both of them are so young. I can’t bear the thought of hurting her, and it feels reckless to experiment in this way.
But if we don’t try, and she doesn’t return, I would never forgive myself.
I trust you, Growly, I replied, shaken by the uncertainty in his thoughts.
He brushed my hair behind one ear. “As I said, I had an idea. When you leave here, it will be easier for all of us if we’re more fully connected. Now, we’re already mated to you, and we don’t have to give you a mating feather of our own…”
Righteous finished for him, “But if we each give you one of ours as well, we would be more tightly connected. Bound. You and Gavriel are bound by his feather, right?” I nodded hesitantly. That bond had never felt like the ones I had with Ry and Mik. But it was certainly connected.
“I believe he may be pulling energy from that feather to stay alive.” Mikhail placed a hand on my nape. “If I give you another feather, and charge it with as much of my soulfire as possible, you can use the energy in it as a battery. With one from each of us, you’ll be even more protected.”
I chewed at my lower lip, thinking. “It wouldn’t hurt you? You’re strong enough to give one?”
He smiled, his dimple flashing. “When you mated me, you restored me. And coming here has done even more. I can easily spare my perfect soulmate another feather.”
He opened his mind to me then, and I returned the favor. Instead of speaking my answer, I sang a snippet of a bawdy song Seraphiel had taught me, one he had written thousands of years before.
Mikhail’s eyes widened with conflicting emotions, joy and sorrow, as our souls merged. It almost feels like some part of him is here with us.
Staring at the gently swirling currents of hematite gray that moved just beneath the surface of my skin, I realized he was. And so was Gavriel, in his mark.
Mikhail’s spirit danced with mine, and he could not hide his fearful, impossibly hopeful thought. This might do more than tie us together. This might bind all four of us to her.
“Yes,” I said out loud, ignoring his concern that I might not be able to balance all four bonds.
“You give me your feathers. Then I’ll have all four of you inside me at once.
It’ll work; I know it.” Mikhail’s gaze locked with mine, both of our souls singing in perfect harmony—until Righteous jumped on the bed in between us.
“A five-way? Count me in. Which hole am I going to share, and with whom?” His enormous cock, half-erect, bobbed threateningly near Mikhail’s face. Mikhail choked and sputtered as Ry did the classic helicopter move with his dick.
“You’re the worst,” I accused, burying my face in my hands to hide my laughter, wondering if it really might turn out all right.
After all, Imriel had told me I’d never been a mistake. I just needed to believe it.