Chapter 18 Gracie #2
“The panty shredding is hot. They cost like twenty bucks a package. Shred away.” I catch his eye and wink. There are clouds hanging around him. Something heavy he is running from, and I can help distract him. “I think you can afford to keep me in panties.”
He grins sheepishly,, and it’s like the clouds vanish. We’ll get through this. Together.
Vyslan takes my jaw in his hand again, directing my face up towards his. He’s all mischief right now. “What were you saying yes to so emphatically earlier without context?”
I squint at him, trying to recall. What? When?
Ezra wiggles his fingers under the tight elastic under my breasts and peels it up. For a moment my brain short-circuits as my boobs pop out the bottom and the strappy bra is pulled over my head.
Goddess, that feels good. Sometimes I can sleep in the bralette and be fine. Other times? It feels like it’s strangling me.
“Oh!” The moment comes back to me. I’d just taken a hit from the vape pen while the potion was about to do all kinds of fun things. I chuckle and lean back against my vampire as he sooths the marks banding my ribs from the elastic. “I was hoping you’d read my mind.”
Ezra scoops me up and walks into the shower, not bothering to divest himself of those yummy gray sweatpants. The hot water pelts us as I’m returned to my feet and turned to stand under the warm spray.
Vyslan slips in behind me, his hands threading through my hair to massage my scalp. “And what were you hoping I’d magically know? Demons don’t have the inclination for telepathy the way fae and vampires do, you know?”
“I was high, not rational.” I grin over my shoulder at him, not wanting to miss this particular revelation. “I was hoping you might fuck me while I was passed out.”
His brows arch toward his flaming hairline. “Were you now?”
“Gracie,” Ezra growls and presses to my front.
I reach past them both for the soap. The desire to not give a fuck about how gross I feel is growing.
I really want at least one good soaping before they rattle my brain.
“Sex releases endorphins. Some people say it helps with migraines. My tests haven’t been very conclusive, but maybe the sample size hasn’t been big enough? ”
Ezra plucks the bottle from my hands and squirts it into his palms. Vyslan takes it from him and before I know it, there are two sets of hands stroking foamy soap all over my body. I close my eyes and groan as their hands and palms press into my muscles and massage my joints.
Vyslan’s hand delves down between my ass cheeks, making me squeal. “Got to get you clean everywhere.”
We’ve been experimenting with plugs, but I don’t think I’m quite ready for anal yet. At least not with what they’re packing. And certainly not now when I’d probably say yes to a flaming two-by-for up the twat.
Ezra palms both of my breasts, plumping them up to my collarbone while soap slides off. I moan and slide my hands up over his shoulders. It takes all my willpower to not pull him in for a kiss, or more.
This is going to be different. We’re still silly. Neither of them has changed. But all three of us know that this is permanent for us now. This is the rest of our lives. Together.
Vyslan reaches past me, his hand brushing Ezra. My vampire glances at the demon, and some silent communication passes between them.
“I’m good,” Ezra says with a slight smile. He finally looks relaxed. I don’t doubt that he’s still a wreck on the inside, but now we have the luxury of time to figure it all out. Time we maybe didn’t have before.
“Just checking,” Vyslan mutters before pressing a kiss to the crook of my neck. He follows that with a toothy bite, fangs and all.
I gasp and my knees go weak, but he catches me easily.
Ezra swallows my moans with more kisses while hands roam my body. I don’t know whose is whose and I don’t care. I would kill for these men. What I feel for them is fierce. Raw. Powerful.
Oh, shit.
I stare at the glass, eyes unfocused, body alight with sensation as the reality of this moment hits me.
I’m in bonding. That’s what this feeling is. The natural evolution of our relationship twining our souls and magic together.
That crystal-clear thought is immediately overwhelmed by the feel of Vyslan’s tail sliding back and forth between my labia.
There’s time to figure it all out. Being Darius and Puck’s mate.
Bonding with Luciu. The universe-defying connection I have with these two.
Bonding was coming. I felt it. I wasn’t unaware.
I just thought there was time. It helps that Darius’ visions of the future cement my feelings into reality.
I welcome the idea of bonding these men.
Of creating a network of magic that laces us together as one family unit.
“Vys?” I moan his name.
“What is it, sweet witch? Your clit is practically throbbing. How does it feel?”
“Need,” I whine and press back against his erection. And this is the small version. “I really want to fuck your demon dick. All of it.”
He sputters and chuckles. “Darling, I’m not sure…”
“I want it,” I say with more determination.
He’s always a million degrees. What would it feel like to be stuffed full of him and have all that heat radiating through my body?
I need it.
Ezra gathered my hair up and used my shower clip to secure it out of the way. His cheeks are dimpled with how wide his grin has spread.
“You’re so pretty,” I mutter and cup his cheeks.
His eyes go wide as I pull him to me, licking into his mouth until he kisses me back with just as much fervor.
“Please?” I whisper against his lips.
He shakes his head and glances at Vyslan. “This is your fault.”
“It wasn’t that much!”
Ezra rolls his eyes. “How high are you?”
“I’m not.
Ezra keeps staring.
“I’m not. Honest!” Vyslan leans over my shoulder and whispers like that means I won’t hear them. “I’m giving up the witchweed. For a while. Maybe forever, but I can’t promise that. My impulse control is weak. Look, can we talk about it later?”
Ezra cocks his head to the side, seemingly surprised by this. I’m very aware that I’ve missed something, but my give a shit tank is empty.
Vyslan’s words only make Ezra shake his head.
My vampire is wearing too much. I reach out and shove the sopping wet sweatpants to the ground with a plop. His cock springs free, and I wrap my hands around him, relishing the way he hisses.
“Don’t you want to know what it feels like?” I ask him.
He throws his head back and groans my name. “Gracie!”
Vyslan’s body shudders with a laugh. “Sweet witch, I would love nothing more than to fuck you into the mattress. I fear it won’t work. Your body is simply too small and tight.”
I snort at that statement. Me? Small?
“Fuck, Gracie,” Ezra says with far more urgency.
Vyslan’s hands wrap around my wrists, and he pulls me away from Ezra. My demon sighs heavily and folds my arms in front of me, caging me to him. “We can…try. If Ezra doesn’t mind helping with preparations?”
“W-what?” Ezra’s brow furrows. “What?”
“I want you to fuck her until she is good and sloppy wet, then fuck her again… But we’ll stretch her and see if it’s safe.”
I nod and squeeze my thighs together. “Yes. That. Please.”
In the back of my head, the part of me that always needed to be in control and questioned everything, she’s happy.
That core-deep part of me that I’ve developed a hard, outer shell to protect feels free.
There is uncertainty. We have things to sort out between all of us.
But it will work out. I’m safe with these men to speak every one of my filthy, private desires.
Ezra nuzzles my face, leaving a trail of wet kisses across my soapy skin.
“What do you think?” he asks. “Want both of us in that tight pussy? You might scream.”
I playfully bite his lower lip, releasing it with a pop. “Promise?”
His eyes sparkle, and the muscles in his shoulders bunch right before he lifts me. Vyslan grips my thighs, holding me open for Ezra to step closer. It’s like this was choreographed just for us.
Ezra cants his hips and slides his cock through my folds. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Fuck me. Bite me. Now.”
Instead, he pinches my tightly furled nipples. I gasp at the slight pain of it. And that’s when he slides into me. It’s tight and deep all at once. I shout at the intrusion and let my body go limp.
Vyslan nibbles on my ear with just enough pointy teeth that it’s not quite comfortable. “Listen to how wet you are.”
I hear it. Through the sound of the shower and our breathing, I hear the slick sounds of Ezra’s cock plunging into me. I’m no longer vying for control of myself. I’ve given that over to them, and it’s liberating.
Ezra fists my hair, and the poor clip goes clattering to the floor.
He’s slightly rough as he slams into me and covers my mouth with his.
He’s hard and sharp and fits against me like we were meant to be here.
His hips piston back and forth, faster and faster until there’s nothing for me to do except hold on.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes,” I babble over and over again against his lips. It’s like he wants to drink my words. “Just like that. Ezra! Fuck.”
My body bows as my insides seem to reorient themselves. There’s a piece of Ezra lodged in my chest somewhere deep. Through the lust of the moment and all the heightened emotion, I feel some clarity. Certainty.
I fist his hair and kiss him back, even as his hips jerk, still in the throes of his own orgasm.
“I love you,” I mutter against his lips. “I love you.”
He pants against my mouth, his eyes sparkling with so much affection. “I love you, too.”
“Aw, aren’t you two just adorable?” Vyslan coos.
I snicker and turn my head, biting his jaw playfully.
“Come here, you fuckface,” Ezra says.
I watch them smile through the kiss and arch my back. A little more of the sanity slips away, leaving me in a state of freedom I’m still not accustomed to.
Who knew that being tied to five men would be freeing?