Chapter 36 Izzy
IZZY
If I hadn’t already seen Rook’s penis, I might have assumed incubi didn’t have dicks and all they had to do was touch you to overwhelm you with bliss.
His lips were a sinful delight. His hands over my dress urged every part of me to sizzling pleasure.
He hadn’t even touched skin, and my nipples could cut glass, my vagina drooling like a teething child.
“Izzy! What the hell are you doing?”
Myel’s voice barely registered through the haze of decadent lust Rook had instilled in me. It was Myel’s raging emotions through our bond which slammed into me, jerking me back from Rook.
“Myel!” I gasped.
I should have felt ashamed or embarrassed or something, but I didn’t. Rook had been comforting me, helping me forget the horrors of my life, and he’d done it so very well. All I felt was blissfully serene.
I held out a hand to my bonded with a sloppy smile on my face. “Join us.”
I wasn’t sure where that had come from, only that I wanted more of what I’d been having. And I had a suspicion that Rook and Myel together — a lust demon and my bonded — would nuke my mind.
Myel blinked at me, stunned, confused, angry.
Rook sighed. “Ah, so this is the one you’re bonded to?” He didn’t seem upset at being interrupted, nor particularly perturbed by me being bonded to a beastfolk. “Makes sense.” He cocked his head. “And he’s pretty too.”
Something brushed my mind, some outside thought, an image: the three of us together, but from Rook’s point of view. I was squished between the two men, Myel in front, Rook behind and they were doing their best to make me scream myself hoarse.
Wow…
That potent image filled my thoughts, distracting me from Myel and keeping me from wondering too hard where it had come from.
Myel, however, was pissed. Through the bond I felt him settle on anger as he stalked toward Rook.
Myel swung a fist in rage and Rook deftly blocked, grabbing Myel’s wrist and twisting till the shifter hissed in pain, kneeling on the floor.
“Let me go you man-slut!” Myel growled.
Rook wasn’t put out in the least. “I can see why you’re angry, but have the shifters not taught you that a calm mind is better in a fight?”
“Myel, stop this,” I tried to intervene.
“Me? He’s the one holding me.”
“Because you attacked him.”
“He was all over you!”
“So?” I challenged my bonded. “You saw my room, and I’m sure you felt as furious and shocked as I was when you did. Rook is a friend. He was helping me forget about things for a while.” He had also offered his room for me to stay in, but I didn’t think Myel was ready to hear that yet.
Rook released Myel who sighed in relief, rolling away, then coming to his feet easily.
I saw the pain on his face, felt his betrayal through our bond.
He didn’t say it, but I knew the words he wished to utter: but you’re mine!
And I was, but only through a trick of fate and we both knew it. It had only been an hour or two ago that he’d told me I could choose who I wished to be with.
I truly empathized with Myel’s shock and anger, but the truth was, Rook had made me feel wonderful and all I wanted was more of that.
“I know you’re in pain Myel, but I’m not going to say I’m sorry for any of this.
That pain is of your making, when you could instead choose to be happy that I have friends — with benefits — who wish to help me in times of need.
I don’t feel bad, and I don’t want you to feel bad either.
I want you to join us.” I glanced at Rook to confirm he’d be okay with this. He smiled and nodded.
Myel’s face contorted in agony, but only for a moment before he sighed and the fight went out of him.
I held my hand out once again.
He hesitated.
He’d said he didn’t want to be with me and others at the same time, that he needed a while to figure it out. And I’d hoped to give him that time. I would have never guessed it would happen so soon, but here we were, and I so desperately wanted him to join us.
And he felt it.
“Izzy,” he pleaded.
“I want you, Myel,” I breathed, stretching my arm. “I don’t want to pressure you. I know this isn’t what you wanted…”
“But it’s what you want?” he whispered.
I nodded.
Silence hung in the room, as thick as the tension strung between the three of us, and the almost palpable fog of lust.
Myel wanted me.
I wanted him.
Rook wanted me.
I wanted him.
“It’s what I want too, if anyone cares,” Rook said.
I had to chuckle as the tension broke. Even Myel smiled, if only for an instant. Then it was gone, and his eyes bored into me as he made his choice. His emotions shifted through the bond, his hesitancy becoming curiosity.
“I could just watch, if you two wanted to…” Rook suggested.
I glared at him, in a friendly way. “Stop trying to help.” Then I gazed at Myel. “This is his choice to make.”
“I want… you to be happy,” Myel whispered.
“This will make me very happy, in so many ways,” I breathed.
He took a step.
Yes.
Please!
With his next step, his arm lifted and his hand slid into mine, warm and grasping, intent.
I smiled.
“Thank you, Myel.”
Wow. This was happening. My first threesome, with two men who could make me see stars and fireworks.
Rook stood, his hand tracing down my arm to my joined hands with Myel… then up Myel’s arm.
“I was hoping you’d say yes,” the incubus breathed as his hand came to Myel’s cheek.
Myel blinked, his lust blooming into a living thing. I guessed Rook had helped Myel’s pleasure along.
“Oh,” Myel breathed.
Then Rook stepped in and kissed him, softly at first, gentle and tentative… until Myel accepted the advance. Then their lips opened, and Rook feasted on my beautiful shifter.
“Oh… wow,” I hissed as my arousal blew through the roof. I’d never been one to watch. Guy-on-guy stuff hadn’t done it for me… until now.
Rook was too damned sinful for his own good and Myel too beautiful. Together they were a wet dream in the making.
I shuddered out a breath as a flash-fire of lust consumed me.
I clamped my legs together, but it did little good, hot wetness spreading over my thighs.
My breasts — with a mind of their own — swelled against my dress.
The pressure of the sheer silk was nearly too much as every shift of fabric sent zings of pleasure singing through me.
Myel felt it, moaning at my ecstasy.
And seeing him moan in Rook’s arms was too much.
My vagina pulsed, desperate for something to grasp, as I came softly.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Rook released Myel and the two of them stared at me, the mess that I was.
“I think she wants us,” Rook said, a chuckle in his tone. He turned to Myel. “Shall we oblige her?”
Myel couldn’t speak, feeling my pounding orgasm as his own. Instead, he stripped in record time, his thick cock at full mast, trembling and throbbing.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Rook said, and his clothes fled as well.
I couldn’t catch my breath, my mouth bone dry.
We were really going to do this. I was going to have these two amazing men at the same time!
Oh God, thank you!