25. The Little Death
25
THE LITTLE DEATH
JADE
M y fears fade when I see the way Calder looks at me. Passion. Affection . Perhaps he won’t be irreparably damaged now that I’ve returned his soul fragments.
Sure, I expect he’ll likely have a long road to a full recovery. But he’s able to push his anger and pain aside to be with me. And Osen.
Maxum and Flint are standing quietly in the corner. If it weren’t for my connections to them, I would swear they weren’t in the room with us. I appreciate how they’re giving Calder enough space to figure this out and letting me know I’m safe in case he loses his mind.
Our incubus ghost hasn’t said much to me, but he’s enjoying every second and every caress as much as I am.
“He never got to touch me like this,” Osen finally confesses in my mind as Calder hovers over my body and pauses to eat me up with a look. “My incubus power took over too fast and immobilized him. He always riled me instantly. A blessing and a curse.”
An idea occurs to me, and I ask Calder, “How does a phoenix claim a mate?”
His gaze snaps up to mine. He considers me for a moment, then answers, “We… uh, during the mating, our talons pierce our mate’s flesh. Then, when we experience the little death that is a full body orgasm, I share my flame with you. My essence.”
“So, with me being your potential mate, could you still have sex without mating me? Or could that happen without you meaning to?”
He cocks a brow. “It would be hard to resist claiming you, but yes, I believe I could deny the compulsion.”
“Not that I’m asking you not to,” I hurry to add. “You just mentioned you didn’t want to yet.”
“You really can’t live without my cock inside you now?” Calder says with a smirk of pride.
I smile wistfully, wishing I could caress him. He must sense my need and leans down, kissing me, then rubs his cheek over mine. The light stubble of his beard only makes me want him more.
When he lifts back up, I find my words. “I want to feel you inside me. And Osen wants it too. Would you make love to… us ?”
His eyes widen, and he swallows hard. His ice-blue eyes search my face as he thinks about my offer. “Jade, I don’t want to dishonor you. Or what Osen and I had.”
“I don’t think of it like that, but do you?” I ask.
“I think I’m in love with you.” He rests his forehead on mine and clenches his eyes shut hard, like he’s expecting me to shove him away. “ And I still love him, too.”
“Hey,” I call softly. “Look at me.” When he does, I go on, “I love Flint, Maxum, and Arran. And I pretty sure I’m in love with a certain bratty ghost too.”
Calder smiles, but then it fades.
“And I love you too,” I add. When his blue eyes blaze with affection, I say, “I want us to have this, but only if you want it. Osen is part of me now, so you might as well embrace this situation as much as I am. I don’t want to shut him out and pretend he isn’t here when we’re together.”
“Okay, yes.” His luscious mouth claims my lips and tongue, and I’m panting when he breaks away. His eyes flicker up to my unrestrained hands, appearing nervous.
“Tie me down,” I say firmly so he won’t second guess my request.
He bites his lip and grabs a long strip of fabric. Like a pro, he wraps one end around my wrists above my head, then he ties the other end to the frame of the pallet under the mattress. His finger grazes my binds.
“Comfortable?” When I nod, he says nervously, “If it gets to be too much or if I’m hurting you. Or the binds are hurting you?—”
“I’ll say yellow for slow down and red for stop,” I interrupt. “And if you’re fucking my mouth, then I’ll mentally reach out to Flint.”
“Stars, you are made for us,” Calder whispers and stares at my mouth. “I want to feel your sweet lips wrapped around my cock.”
I open wide and stick out my tongue, flattening it.
All three males groan, and even Osen does in my mind.
I remind him. “I want you to be here with us. Maybe teach me a thing or two about sucking cock.”
Calder stands and shucks his pants. His cock is beautiful and looks painfully hard, already leaking pre-cum. With a firm hand, he gives himself a few casual strokes while gazing at my body. “Open those legs. Show me that pretty pussy I’m going to ruin.”
I spread my legs, and he kneels next to me and takes a bit of his pre-cum to rub over my clit. My hips jerk with the sensation.
“Maybe I should take your ass now, so I can finally fuck Osen like I’ve always wanted to.”
“Yes, fuck our ass,” Osen says.
It feels like Osen and I have become one being now. Sharing this body for our pleasure, and for Calder’s pleasure and healing.
Calder sees the swirling charcoal and green glow of our eyes. Hell, I can see the glow cast on his face.
The kiss he gives us is heartbreakingly sweet and somehow filthy all at once.
He pulls back and cups the back of our head and lifts. “First, I need you to suck my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” we say.
Calder guides the thick and weeping head of his cock to our lips. We use our tongue to flick out and lick the pre-cum from the tip and probe the slit.
“Shit, I don’t think I’m going to last a minute.” Calder moves away and drags in a ragged breath. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.”
We open our mouth, inviting him back. He moves faster now, slipping his cock down into our mouth, and we swirl our tongue around his shaft.
He presses farther in, and it feels like he’s going down to our throat. When he reaches it, he blocks our airflow and holds for just a second before pulling back.
Testing my gag reflex? Or testing his control? I’m not sure.
He pumps forward again, claiming our throat. We swallow around his tip, and he groans happily.
“You enjoy sucking cock, our monster fucker?” He smiles down at us, adoringly. “Yeah, I’m talking to both of you.”
We hum our response and rub our tongue against his shaft.
“Fuck, I’m definitely not gonna last,” he says, pulling out of our mouth.
He sits back on his heels, appearing as if he’s in a daze. His eyes are locked onto our bound wrists, expressionless.
We know he’s back in that torture chamber.
“Love, come back to us,” we whisper. “You’re here. Safe .”
Our words crash into him, and he blinks hard, flinching. He then stares at us for a beat too long. Did he snap?
Calder shakes his head, flicking away the nightmare memories.
His hand slips into ours, holding them with a gentle touch. He places sweet kisses over our face. “You’re so beautiful. Your hair is like an ethereal halo, marking you for the angel you are.”
“Are angels real?”
“They used to be. No one has seen one in a long while.” He bites our lip. “But my pack is mated to one.”
He refocuses and moves down our body and slides his thick fingers into our cunt. “So wet for me.” He pumps his digits inside our channel and curls against our g-spot. Pulling out, he uses the slick to wet the head of his cock and down around his shaft.
“I need to have your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it since you first had Maxum and Arran at the safe house.” Calder positions himself between our legs and grips his dick to run it through our folds.
We shiver with need, feeling empty inside. “Please, fuck us.”
Instead, he takes one of our breasts in hand and rolls our nipple, then sucks and bites. We cry out, the pain delicious.
We thrash, our hips bucking to meet Calder’s cock, begging for relief.
Then he slowly slides into our pussy, working his length inside with shallow pumps of his hips. He cradles our head, and we look up into his beautiful blue eyes and see the love that radiates like a blazing sun.
It’s almost too much to look at directly. Like we might melt into nothing under the heat of his gaze.
We force ourselves to meet his eyes and fall deeper in love with him.
He seats himself fully inside, hips grinding against each other and whispers over our lips, “Thank you. Thank you both for loving me.”
He doesn’t give us a chance to respond before his mouth is on ours, tongue thrusting past our lips and his hips pounding into our sex. His hand moves down, strumming our clit and bringing us to closer to an orgasm.
“Come for me,” he demands.
And we do. Our body shudders and pulses with the pleasure he gives us. We cry out and find ourselves lost for a moment.
“Holy shit.” He pulls out, breathing hard, but he hasn’t come yet.
Then we feel slippery lube at our back door. His thick fingers slide past the tight ring, and he hums while diving deeper, scissoring. “That’s it, baby. Nice and ready.”
“Please,” we whine.
“Please what?” he taunts.
“Need your cock.” A whimper escapes as the sting easily gives way to pleasure. We rock in time with his probing.
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.” He keeps us facing him, and lines up his lubed dick, ping-ponging his attention between watching our face and as he sinks into our ass.
Calder gets to the hilt and groans, “Jade… Osen… feels so good.”
He takes care with us, making sure our body can handle him. Satisfied by our moans that we’re alright, he pumps with vigor. His face contorts, and he grunts, mumbling words of love and adoration.
It feels right that it’s the three of us together in this moment.
And it’s beautiful for both Osen and me to see our phoenix come undone in this way. He’s a work of art. His skin is on fire as he gets closer to his climax. But the flames don’t burn, they only tickle and stimulate us.
We pull against the binds, wishing to grab onto him and anchoring ourselves as we spin out of control. He was right to tie us up.
Our orgasm rushes toward us like a freight train. We’re sure when it hits us, we’ll be obliterated.
Calder remembers our clit and pinches it hard as he shouts his own release. “Come with me!”
The pleasure shoots down our spine and crackles like electric magic.
I’m unsure why, but Osen and I seem to break apart inside my mind back into two beings. For some reason, he’s giving me space.
Then an consuming urge takes over.
My soul reaches out and grasps onto my phoenix’s soul.
My essence seeks to be bonded with my fated.
I sense Calder cannot deny his need any longer either.
His fingers become sharp talons, piercing my shoulder blades, the similar spot where Calder’s wings erupt from his back.
His fire, like lava, flows into me.
I’m melting and reformed all in one moment.
The love that radiates from our combined emotions overwhelms me.
I shout with the unexpected pain of his talons, but it quickly shifts to overwhelming pleasure that seems to echo into eternity.
My bliss magnifies as I feel his bliss as my own. I even sense how my body clamps down and caresses his length. How my skin feels under his fingertips. The climax shooting up and down his spine. The release of years of pent-up tension. The warm embrace of his love.
I see the cosmos open in front of me.
I feel the fabric of life woven into my body.
I sense the many lives my phoenix has lived.
And finally, after what feels like an hour-long climax, I black out.