52. Chapter Fifty-Two
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
MORTE
A ggonid and Emeric kneel naked before me on the bed. Aggie’s all pewter-skinned and cut, while Emeric is dark with muscle on muscle.
I bite my lip, eyes roaming over their well-built forms.
“See something you like?” Emeric purrs.
My mouth drops open, unable to form words. The slight hesitation has Aggonid glancing over at the hellhound, a smirk on his lips as he grabs him by the neck, fingers threading through his curls before pulling Em’s lips to his.
“Hell fucking yes,” Caius breathes next to me, propping himself up on his elbows.
I watch, transfixed, as Aggonid and Emeric's kiss deepens, their tongues battling for dominance. Aggonid's shadows curl around Em’s waist, pulling him closer until their bodies are flush against each other. The hellhound growls low in his throat, hands roaming over the fae devil’s muscled back. The sight of them together, all raw passion and primal need, sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the way Em’s hands roam over Aggonid’s sculpted abs. Their kiss grows more heated, more desperate, as they grind their weeping cocks against each other .
Aggonid nips at his lips before pulling back, turning to face me again.
“How about now?”
“Yes, yes! I forgot the fucking question, but whatever it is, the answer is yes!” I whimper, tugging at my bindings.
Aggonid chuckles darkly, his shadows loosening for just enough slack to pull me into a sitting position. He descends on my mouth, his kiss demanding. He swallows my moans, and I taste the lingering heat from Emeric on his tongue. Aggie’s shadows caress my skin, teasing and tantalizing as they glide over my curves.
He yanks himself free, breathing heavy against my neck. “I need to be inside you,” he begs.
“Then come and get me.”
His shadows tighten around my wrists, yanking me back as they pin my arms above my head as he positions himself between my thighs.
He lines himself up, the tip of his thick cock pressing against my entrance.
I arch my back, desperate for more contact, but his shadows hold me firmly in place. He teases me mercilessly, sliding himself along my wet heat but not entering me.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m having Em take over,” I warn him.
His nostrils flare. “If you so much as make a single move to push me out of the way, by the gods, I’ll pin you to this bed and shove my cock in you so hard, you’ll feel it in your throat,” he snarls at Emeric.
A rumbling laugh escapes Em’s throat as he watches us with hungry eyes. “Is that supposed to be a threat? Sounds more like an invitation to me.” He lazily strokes both of his cocks.
Aggie’s eyes flare with heat, watching Em’s movements while he sinks into me.
“Yes, huge invitation.” Caius’s tail flicks back and forth like a giant cat on the prowl as he takes my lips in his, eyes still open on the others.
Aggonid's attention snaps back to me as he begins to move, his hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm. His shadows tighten around my wrists, holding me in place as he sets a maddeningly leisurely pace. I whimper and strain against my shadowy restraints, desperate for more friction, more speed, more of everything. His eyes glitter with wicked amusement as he watches me squirm beneath him.
“What do you think?” He turns to Emeric. “You think she needs more?”
Em licks his lips before his eyes trail to where he and I meet. “Yeah, she does.”
My binds come undone, and I waste no time wrapping my legs around Aggie’s waist to pull him deeper inside me. He groans, his control slipping as his hips snap forward with more force.
“That’s it,” Em encourages, his tone husky. “Give her what she needs.”
“She definitely needs more,” Caius coos, his mouth descending on my nipple when I arch my back. He reaches out a hand, gripping Aggonid’s ass cheek, helping pull him against me.
Aggie's breath hitches at Caius's touch, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he redoubles his efforts. His thrusts become more urgent, more powerful, driving deeper into me with each movement. I cry out in pleasure, my nails digging into his back as I try to hold on.
Just before I’m about to crest, his lips press down against mine, and he yanks himself away.
My protests die when he sets himself on the bed, back against the headboard.
“She needs more.” His chest heaves, and it only takes a beat for Emeric to understand—far quicker than I do—what he intends.
My rapt attention draws to Emeric as he approaches my soul bond before settling on his lap, Aggie’s chest to his back. Caius launches himself at the end table and grabs a bottle of lube.
Em rises on the heels of his palms while Caius works under him, drizzling the slick liquid over Aggonid’s cock, his skilled hands working to spread it evenly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, and I watch, transfixed, as he prepares them both. Satisfied, Caius sits on his heels, eyes glued to where Emeric descends onto our mate’s cock.
Em groans, sinking to the hilt, his head falling back against Aggonid’s shoulder. The devil grips his hips tightly, guiding him as he starts to move.
“Get on over there, Pretty Bird.” Caius startles me as he coos in my ear. “You’re going to sit on Em’s lap now.”
My mouth drops open as his fingers trail over my hip and down to between my thighs, dipping inside to gather the come and drag it to my ass, fingers sawing gently back and forth inside me. I gasp at the sensation, my body already thrumming with need.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his fingers working me open. “Nice and easy.”
He guides me forward until I’m straddling Emeric on Aggie’s lap, feeling the heat radiating from both males beneath me. Caius’s hands steady me as I slowly lower myself, gasping as Emeric’s cocks push into me—one in each hole—with the help of Aggie’s shadows.
The stretch is exquisite, bordering on too much. I whimper as I'm filled completely, my body trembling with the intensity of sensation. Emeric's arms wrap around me, pulling my back flush against his chest as he begins to move.
The rhythm is slow at first, a gentle rocking that sends waves of pleasure through my body. Em's breath is hot against my neck, his lips brushing my skin as he whispers words of adoration. Behind him, Aggie's deep growl reverberates through us both, and when I hear Caius groan, I seek him out.
He’s splayed on the bed next to us, Aggonid’s shadows stroking him, the metal bars in his cock jingling with the movement.
“Look at you, Little Bird,” Wilder calls out. “So perfect.”
He’s propped at the foot of the bed, watching it all unfold, his attention snagged on the way my stomach rounds each time Em sinks into me.
My eyes lock with Wilder's, heat flooding my cheeks at his intense stare. The rhythm of Emeric's thrusts increases, and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips. My anchor’s eyes darken, a predatory smile spreading across his face.
“That’s it, let me hear you sing,” he purrs. “I want to know how good they make you feel.”
I can’t hold back the whimpers and gasps that spill from my lips as their pace quickens beneath me and Em’s cocks begin to vibrate. The dual sensations are overwhelming, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. I throw my head back, crying out as the vibrations intensify.
Caius moves closer, his hand cupping my face and turning it towards him. His lips crash against mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as I come undone.
Emeric's thrusts become erratic, his grip on my hips tightening as he chases his own release. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his warmth as he comes from both cocks.
Caius breaks our kiss, his lips trailing down my neck as Aggonid’s shadows continue to caress him. A moment later, Aggie roars his release, the sound reverberating through the room, and perhaps they hear him across the woods. Caius follows shortly after, his body tensing as he spills onto the sheets with a strangled cry.
We all fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, panting, sated, and so, so content.
Wilder moves closer, his eyes still burning with desire as he surveys the scene before him. He reaches out, running his fingers through my sweat-dampened hair.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Let me get this cleaned up, and you can get some sleep.”
I close my eyes, feeling, rather than seeing, his merfae magic working to clean and refresh both the sheets as well as our bodies. A cool, tingling sensation washes over my skin, leaving me feeling renewed.
As I drift on the edge of sleep, gentle hands shift and settle me among them, each touch centering me in a way I never thought possible. For so long, I’ve watched the world move around me, yearning for what always seemed out of reach. But now, nestled between warm bodies, encircled by strong arms that hold me as if I’m something precious, I’m no longer alone.
For the first time in my life, I am loved. Wanted. Whole.