Chapter 36 #3
Righteous winked at me. Or that I sucked your soul out through your lips when I gave you that spicy tongue kiss?
he teased as he settled himself between Feather’s thighs and began pushing his impressively large cock into her tight pussy.
I noticed he was simultaneously feeding a thick strand of his own soulfire—and by extension, all of ours—into her as well.
It was very advanced merging, and I shot a questioning glance at Mikhail.
Fast learner, Mikhail thought smugly. I found myself grinning like a fool. Mikhail hadn’t merged in more years than me, but he’d cut a swath through Sanctuary in his day.
“Ry, faster,” Feather moaned. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I can’t, Scrap. I’ll hurt you. Relax, and let me work it in.”
Angelic porn had never been my thing, and I wasn’t usually turned on by the sight of other people fucking.
But watching my mate struggle to take his length, squirming and fighting to get it in with that intense focus and determination, was really doing it for me.
I felt my own cock get hard again as she panted and moaned, stuffed full.
Finally, his entire length was buried in her, and he began thrusting, gently at first. I palmed my own weeping cock, and noticed Mikhail doing the same. If we come together, we can braid an energy rope, all three of us, and wrap it around her soul, I thought.
He nodded his assent. All at once?
Use my fire, I warned. Not your own. You need to recover.
Fuck off, Mikhail snarled, and grabbed a handful of energy from his own well. Never mind, then.
We each lassoed the closest nipple with small threads of golden fire. I kissed her mouth and Mik reached a finger down to rub her swollen clit, while Righteous pounded into her below.
Now, we all thought when she began to crest. She shuddered her release, as her three mates sent every spare ounce of energy we could release. We wove our souls around her, sending our combined strength and passion into our beloved, our Feather.
“She’s sleeping?” Mikhail’s voice was quiet in the blue-white room.
The bed was still sending energy into us, and Righteous had fallen back to sleep next to our little mate.
I peered at them, but could feel them in my soul, both dreaming.
I nodded and folded my wings, which made them vanish.
The humming energy still filled me, though, and I knew they would return when I needed them.
“Tell me everything that happened, Gav,” he said, his gaze sorrowful as he looked at the empty space behind my shoulders.
I sketched out the events for him, from the moment he’d left Sanctuary, ending with, “I was glad Rafe was there, even if he did try to kill me at first. He had the skills to make the swords we needed, and I had the material.”
“Revel is still there?” he asked softly. “Trapped more surely than he was as the Great Gate.”
“I don’t know,” I replied truthfully. “He was alive when we left.”
“Gav, you have the realm’s power in you. Sanctuary might as well be a part of the void now. There’s no way for him to survive, or find his way here.”
“Come here? No. But there is an oasis of sorts still there,” I said, sending a mental picture of Precious’s nursery to him. “Enough of my old power for one castaway gate, I would think.”
His turquoise and black eyes flashed. “You used your soulfire and made her a nursery. Of course you did.”
I nodded. “It has a lock on the door, but I have a feeling a resourceful Celestial could find a way in. He would be safe there, if alone. I’m doubly glad I gave my feathers to create that pocket realm.”
Mik had turned his face toward the floor and when he lifted his head, his eyes were shining. “I failed you as a friend, Gav. I’ll never be able to apologize enough.”
“Mik, no. What do you mean?” His distress filled the air between us, but I could also feel it vibrating through the feather I’d pressed into his chest. “I was acting a right ass when we were on Earth together. I threatened a little baby, your child. You were right to doubt me.”
“That’s not true. Not only did I believe the worst when we returned to Sanctuary—after you’d already sworn to care for Precious—but I failed you long ago. You never felt worthy to lead Sanctuary?”
I sighed. “Rafe said it best. I was a harp, forced to act as a sword. I was never fit for that job.”
“Brother, I’ll work for the rest of my long life to help you see what I have always seen.
Your strength and creativity, your willingness to put all you loved aside to do what needed to be done.
Your work to maintain the balance against unspeakable odds was as much a sacrifice as the flesh I carved away.
You are and have always been a treasure, and the finest High Angelus I have ever had the privilege of serving under. ”
I fidgeted, not knowing what to say. Or how to feel.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed this sort of validation, from someone I loved and respected.
I’d spent centuries upon centuries believing I wasn’t enough.
That the work I had done didn’t have real value.
That I was a placeholder, not… a treasure.
“I want you to know this, Gavriel,” Mikhail said quietly, his eyes fixed on mine. “I have looked up to you for as long as I’ve known you. I love you.”
“Aw, you love him?” a small voice from the bed interrupted.
“You have to say that, Mik. You’re his mate and all.
” Suddenly, a warm body flung itself at me, and slender arms wrapped around my shoulders.
She batted her long eyelashes at me, her brilliant green eyes sparkling with mirth.
“So, Grumpy. When’s the piercing scheduled? ”