Chapter 46 #2
I hadn’t forgotten that Syleris was there; that was just not possible.
What surprised me was the longing in his voice as he said it.
I straightened to find his eyes waiting for mine.
In any other scenario, I would have lifted my knee over Garrick’s head and held on to the headboard while I straddled his face.
But the raw need in Syleris’ features made me feel more powerful than frost and ice ever had.
As he watched, I rearranged myself so that one knee was on either side of Garrick’s head, but instead of turning away, I faced Syleris as I lowered down onto Garrick’s mouth.
He ran his nose along my entrance and breathed in deeply.
The stubble on his chin scraped against my delicate folds and sent a shiver up my spine.
Garrick took his first taste as I slid my hands up my stomach to cup my breasts. When his tongue dipped inside me, I squeezed my own breasts and a low gasp slipped out.
Syleris’ chest vibrated as he dragged in an uneven breath.
“You two are so beautiful,” he said.
He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. His tongue was usually assertive, but this time he drew out the sensation, even catching my lower lip between his teeth as he pulled away. When he finally released it, it throbbed. Just like the rest of me.
Syleris slid down Garrick’s body. He paused to trace his tongue along the sharp clefts of his abdominal muscles, then the angle of his hipbone as it pointed him lower. He glanced up at me. Garrick’s face was buried between my legs, so I knew the predatory smile was for me alone.
“Look what we do to him, sweetling,” he said aloud. He pumped his hand down Garrick’s shaft to emphasize the point.
Garrick groaned against my pussy, the motion vibrating every inch of my already tender flesh. I almost came right then. A fresh wave of wetness slid from my body. Garrick was there and ready, lapping up every drop of nectar.
Keeping his eyes on mine, Syleris lowered himself down.
He pressed one kiss to Garrick’s crown before taking him into his mouth.
His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked hard on the length of his cock.
It should have been impossible. Garrick was huge and thick.
But Syleris kept going until his mouth was nestled against the silvery hairs at the base of Garrick’s shaft.
Another trick of being a god, like those extra-long fingers.
The sight of Syleris’ mouth stretched around Garrick’s cock, while he kept his eyes locked on mine?
Another climax built upon me. I had no headboard to steady me, so I held on to myself.
I massaged my breasts, pinching my own nipples as I rocked against Garrick’s face.
The rough stubble of his chin assaulted my clit while his tongue drove into me.
Garrick moaned again. He bucked his hips against Syleris’ mouth, but the Dark God did not retreat.
He took every inch that Garrick gave him.
Garrick reached up and gripped my hip. I recognized the warning.
“Syleris,” I managed to say. But I could not stop myself. I was so close to coming, I just needed to—
“Oh gods, Garrick, Garrick, yes.” I lost complete control.
Syleris was suddenly there, holding me up, kissing me fervently as I rode out my climax on Garrick’s face.
Brilliant lights in colors that only lived in my imagination exploded behind my eyes.
Thinking was impossible. All I could do was feel—the enormity of the physical sensation, the force of my connection to these men.
Through it all, Garrick’s tongue worked a steady rhythm, giving me exactly what I needed. When the lights at the edge of my vision finally faded, Syleris’ hands on my hips eased me off of Garrick’s face. He held me against him on the bed, pressing soft kisses to my shoulders and neck.
Garrick smiled up at us, his face wet with my juices. While I watched, Syleris leaned in and licked his face clean.
Every part of me was wet with perspiration or arousal. But neither of my bonded ones had come yet, and that could not last.
“Such a considerate witch,” Syleris purred in my mind.
Then he was there, guiding my hips once again. He fitted me over Garrick. I made a little mewl of disapproval. I wanted them both.
“Just like that,” Syleris encouraged. “You will get what you want, I promise.”
With Syleris behind me, hands on my hips, I sank down on Garrick’s cock.
It was full and thick and felt like home.
We fit together perfectly and had from that first meeting, even if we’d been unable to see it.
But Seraxa knew, and she’d gifted us with the Lifebind to prove it.
It was not just mercy that had pushed me to save Garrick at the Mercy Gate.
It was fate. We were meant for each other.
All three of us.
As I drew back along Garrick’s length, Syleris pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“Deep breath,” he urged. He dragged his fingertips around my clit, wetting them thoroughly. Then he pressed them against my rear entrance.
Oh gods.
He worked himself in slowly. Just his fingertips, slowly making way for his cock, using my own arousal and plenty of his own saliva for lubrication.
Garrick’s eyes were open. He could not see Syleris working me from this angle, but he could see us pressed together.
His eyes tracked Syleris’ mouth every time he pressed an encouraging kiss to the nape of my neck.
Bright rings of turquoise light encircled his pupils.
Finally, I felt the cool press of Syleris’ piercing on either side of his cock at the puckered edges of my entrance.
“Hold on to Garrick,” Syleris said, his own hands occupied. One guided his cock, the other cradled my soft stomach, massaging it gently.
Garrick’s chin trembled as he took my hands in his. I leaned forward to give Syleris a better angle. My nipples brushed against the soft spray of hair across Garrick’s chest, and then I was the one trembling.
“Yes,” Syleris hissed as he worked himself deeper and deeper. He paused when I cried out, but my greedy hips betrayed me, thrusting back, desperate for more. “Soon, sweetling,” he promised.
He kept his promise, just like he had kept his promise to train my power. Just as he’d honored our bargain and protected those I loved. Soon, so soon, Garrick the Red and the Dark God were both seated completely within me.
I was so full I could barely breathe. But what did breathing matter when I finally had both of them inside of me?
Then they began to move. I knew they had no mind connection, but Garrick and Syleris understood each other on a level that did not necessitate words.
They knew how to take care of me, and they knew how to pleasure me.
The pressure of both of them inside of me was more than I’d realized I could take.
Garrick held my hips, Syleris my backside.
Together, they hit every angle of pleasure that I’d ever known and discovered several more.
Between Garrick’s girth and Syleris’ piercing…
“She takes us so well, doesn’t she, halfling?” Syleris tried to croon, but the last word, his nickname for Garrick, was a moan.
Garrick grunted beneath us.
Syleris inhaled sharply. “Are you close, halfling?”
That name did something to Garrick. I understood. I’d always hated nicknames, but when they came from the two of them, that irrational part of me did not care.
I did not know what had the bigger impact in that moment. Garrick’s jaw clenched as he fought for control. Syleris tried to chuckle again, but the sound came out half-choked. We were all so close.
“Give in to me,” I commanded. Both of them paused. I would have none of that. I kept rocking against them, and a second later, they both rejoined me. “Fill me up,” I urged. “Give me everything. I want every piece of you. Both. Mine. You are both mine.”
I felt Syleris’ hands slide down from my bottom to my hips, grasping Garrick’s.
His fingernails dug into my skin, and I was there.
Pleasure deeper than anything I’d ever felt overtook me.
It was not just physical. It was there in the space of my mind that Syleris occupied, in the binding of me and Garrick’s souls that the Lifebind symbolized.
I was just lucid enough to feel Garrick and then Syleris tumble over the edge with me a second later. They filled me with spurt after spurt of warmth until it dripped down my thighs. Syleris withdrew from me with a small pop, the last few ropes of his spend coating my lower back.
Someone eased me down. The stubbly kiss on my shoulder must be Garrick. But there were a few strands of silky hair against my forehead. Syleris.
Together, they laid me down on the bed. Garrick curled around my back, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me in close against him. My back was still slick with Syleris’ release, but Garrick did not flinch.
Syleris lay with his chest facing mine. He found my hand and pressed it to his mouth. My eyes drifted shut.
“Don’t go,” Garrick murmured. He wasn’t talking to me.
I nestled a little tighter into him. I knew what it cost him to say those words to Syleris. Kisses and innuendo were one thing, but what the three of us had just shared… Garrick knew it was different. So did I.
“I will stay as long as I can,” Syleris said. He leaned over my shoulder to kiss Garrick as well. The soft sound of their caresses lulled me to sleep.