51. Honey
Honey
My skin is on fire like before, during what they call heat. But my insides feel cool.
It hurt so much taking Lazarus’s cock inside me this time, but the second his shadow entered me, it was like a healing balm that alleviated some of the pain.
When I look to my left, I can actually focus, take in all of Zephyr.
He has dark bags under his eyes, and his skin seems less tanned brown and more pale white.
Almost ghostly. Along with the bandages wrapped around his stomach, he looks worse than death, and I can’t help the nervous tingles in my spine for him. I want to fix him, to make him better.
Lazarus shifts me, helping me toward Zephyr.
Latent fear that they were dead rushes to the surface, and I’m feeling it all over again.
“I’m right here, sweetness. I’m okay.” Zephyr brushes the hair out of my face, and our eyes meet.
Even in pain, he’s smiling at me, and that’s enough to be reassuring. Before he can settle back in with me on top of him, he slides his boxers down his legs and carefully kicks them away. His cock is hard, ready for me.
For the briefest moment, the shame of sinning and how wrong this is supposed to be resurfaces from the depths of my brain.
But Zephyr puts his hands on my hips, guiding me to straddle him where he lies on the bed.
I’m quickly distracted. And this feels right.
Being here with him, Lazarus, and Phoenix. Like this is how it’s supposed to be.
His mouth finds my neck, first kissing where Lazarus claimed me for what feels like a lifetime.
He drags his tongue up my neck before nibbling on my ear. My body shivers in response, and I give in, putting some weight on him.
The groan that escapes him as I sink down on him isn’t of pain. I know because it matches the one that comes from me as he bucks his hips up. I was so tender at first, but the coolness in my belly soothes, which must be Lazarus’s shadow as it heals me from the surgery.
I roll my hips, encouraging Zephyr’s cock to go deeper inside me. Each little bit that I take on my way down gives me the deliciously full feeling that I crave.
Rolling my head back, I pant with heavy breaths. lifting and dropping my hips, I work myself up and down on his shaft. I go from fully seated to nearly out again and again. I want more. I need more.
Zephyr’s hands explore my body, roaming from my thighs, to my butt, to my belly, to my breasts, and back again.
The way he moves, as if he can’t get enough of me, makes my skin that much warmer.
He gives me that devious smile, and I lower myself over the top of him again, and this time I kiss the side of his neck.
The same side that I just marked Lazarus on.
“That’s it, Omega.” Lazarus’s voice plays in my head so loud it almost sounds like he’s speaking into my ear. “Take your alpha.”
I trail tight nips along the column of Zephyr’s neck, moving just a little bit lower with each one. Every time my teeth graze his skin, he lets out a little gasp and a low, needy moan.
He slides his hands up my arms and then down my back again. When they find my hips, he pulls me up and down on his length. Each movement is rhythmic, and it almost feels like we’re moving together, as one person, rather than two of us just celebrating a joining.
Pleasure licks at my center, and I feel myself clenching around him. This bubbly, no, maybe tingling feeling starts at the base of my spine and works its way up. A little voice in my brain screaming ‘bite him, bite him, bite him’ is met with the encouragement of Lazarus’s approving hum.
I sink my teeth into Zephyr’s neck, and he growls, pulling me so I’m seated on his cock, and the pleasure that had been bubbling through me takes over in a thick wave of heat.
Zephyr’s teeth on my neck, biting me, claiming me, don’t even hurt all that much.
He bucks his hips up into me twice more, and his growl intensifies.
His body is writhing and shaking beneath me.
But it passes quickly, and finally, when we release our bites, our eyes meet, and the darkness of his shadow entering me cools off that warmth filling me with what must be love.