Chapter 26 #2
Before he can kiss me again, Talon cuts in. With a wicked flourish, he spins me away from Nathaniel and catches me by the waist, pulling me flush against him from behind. His grin flashes in the dim candlelight, and that demonic quality slides back over him like a mask he wears too well.
“Remember,” he murmurs against my ear, “you need to flirt with all three of us in equal measure, Little Grim. I was starting to feel left out.”
“But you already kissed me in the hallway…”
“Shh.”
His hands clamp around my hips, and he presses himself against my ass without a shred of shame. The sudden heat of it punches a breath from my lungs.
“Oh,” I gasp.
It feels good. Really good.
“I swear,” he whispers, catching the lobe of my ear with his teeth, “sometimes I wish I’d been dead already, so we’d be on the same plane forever.”
“Stop it,” I manage. “What’s wrong with staying like this?”
“Nothing. But I need to be where you are. Always.”
He grabs the tulle of my dress and lifts it so his hands can find my bare thighs. The material veils his touch, making it look like he’s barely touching me at all, even though he has easy access to all of me. His hands slide higher, and then higher still.
The song ends.
Cassian steps in front of me again, loosening his tie with one hand while his other lands on my shoulder.
“This is our vow to you, Skye,” he says. “We belong to you. And you belong to us.”
Behind me, Talon drags the tulle higher, bunching it around my waist. His knuckles skim the curve of my ass, spreading me just enough that the cold night air hits my cunt.
Fuck.
I don’t have any panties on. He drags two fingers up the seam of my pussy, from the slick, hot entrance all the way to my clit, pressing just hard enough to make my knees buckle.
“Hear that, Little Grim?” he purrs. “We belong to each other.”
Cassian lifts my chin with his thumb, guiding my face to his.
“Would you do us this honor and let us fuck you on your grave?” he asks. Kind of like it’s a life or death question. Something serious and completely appropriate.
And I guess… in our world it is.
Here, we make the rules.
These three are my home.
It’s like a wedding and a funeral at once. They want to rut with me here in the moonlight, surrounded by candles they lit for no one but me. How could I say no when my whole body is already pleading for them?
Talon’s hand squeezes my ass. Nathaniel’s breath ghosts my shoulder as he circles around and plants a kiss on my exposed skin.
I’m surrounded. About to be claimed.
My pulse is everywhere.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want it. Here.”
“Mm, that’s the truth if I’ve ever heard it,” Talon murmurs. “You’re already so wet for us.”
Cassian’s eyes darken. “Open the gown.”
Talon’s hand moves to the back of the dress, sliding the zipper down slowly. The fabric loosens around my chest and begins to slip, baring the curve of my breasts. Cassian’s fingers brush the edge and urge it lower, coaxing the gown down inch by inch.
When it finally gives way, it drops all the way to the ground, pooling at my feet and leaving me completely naked. The night air kisses every inch of exposed skin.
That strange, ritualistic feeling washes over me again. I’m bare in the place where I once lay in the earth, standing beside my own grave.
It feels impossibly symbolic, almost sacred.
But I don’t have a second to linger on the meaning of it. The three of them swallow every thought I might have had.
“Walk her back,” Cassian says quietly.
Talon guides me slowly until the backs of my legs touch the uneven stones of my grave. Cassian comes with us, his hands settling on my hips. Nathaniel lowers himself beside the mound of earth and gently brushes away the loose grass so it’s clean.
“You’re going to lie back on your grave for us,” he murmurs. “Right where your name is.”
My breath stutters.
I ease myself onto the slate and stacked stones and let the cold surround me. It feels almost familiar now, like something my body has learned to accept, and the little shock of it sends a pleasant jolt straight between my legs.
I look toward Cassian, and the way he watches me makes that feeling bloom even deeper. He takes in every inch of me, the rise and fall of my breathing, the curve of my thighs opening, the wet shine waiting for them.
“What if the girls look out their window and see me like this?” I ask.
“They know better than to do that,” Cassian answers.
I am not entirely convinced, but it doesn’t matter enough to stop. If they’re awake, then fate will decide what they see. I just hope the movie tired them out and they drifted off to sleep by now.
Talon sinks to his knees behind me and slides his palms up the insides of my thighs. He leans in and licks me, a long, slow, filthy stroke of his tongue from my entrance all the way over my clit.
I choke on a gasp as my back arches.
Nathaniel lowers himself between my knees as well. He settles beside Talon, his mouth brushing the soft skin of my left thigh. Their heads are so close they almost touch.
We stay like that for a while.
Cassian watches in silence while the other two unravel me. My moans spill into the woods and seem to echo all the way into the moonlit sky.
At last, Talon lifts his head and looks over at Nathaniel.
“Take her mouth,” he says. “I want her moaning around your cock while I eat her.”
Nathaniel moves the instant the words leave Talon’s mouth. He unzips himself, circles the grave and kneels beside my head. He strokes himself once, slow and sure, before guiding the tip of his cock to my lips.
“Open,” he murmurs.
I obey. He slides in, not all the way, but just enough to make my eyes roll back. A tremor runs through me as my whole body responds to him.
Talon sinks between my thighs again, grinning as he seals his mouth to my cunt. He licks me open with long strokes, then sucks my clit hard enough to drag a helpless sound out of my throat. Cassian is undoing his belt beside us, like he can’t help himself any longer..
And it is exactly what I want.
Nathaniel cups my jaw to steady me, easing his cock farther into my mouth. I moan around him, first a soft, needy hum, then a breathless, broken sound when Talon sucks harder.
“Your mouth is heaven, Skye,” Nathaniel whispers. “So fucking good.”
I feel every inch of him sliding along my tongue, pressing to the back of my throat until tears sting at the corners of my eyes. Then he draws back just enough for air to rush into my lungs before guiding himself in again.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “Take me slow. Just like that. Let me feel everything.”
Cassian’s hand wraps around his cock and his thumb presses under the head. He strokes himself up and down slowly, watching us three.
They’re all taking their time with me tonight.
“We are never letting you out of our sight again,” Cassian says. “No more disappearing. No more missions where you run off and try to be the hero. The world can burn for all I care, Skye. It’s just the four of us now. Do you understand?”
I can barely think, yet the truth still forms somewhere in the haze. I cannot promise him that. I won’t. There are still the wraiths, and—
Talon’s tongue suddenly plunges into my pussy, and the thought shatters.
“Oh, fuck.”
“It’s better to just run together than face all that shit alone,” Cassian growls. “Say you’ll run with us.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. Nathaniel’s cock is in my mouth, and I can barely get the words out. I can’t say anything else. My mind isn’t working at all.
Cassian doesn’t like that. I feel him change, the air tightening with his irritation.
“Talon,” he says. “Get underneath her. I want to fuck Skye’s pussy now.”
Talon responds instantly. His hands slide beneath my hips and he lifts me as if it takes no effort at all, guiding me upward along the rough, uneven stone until my lower back lifts from the slate. My legs tremble as he settles beneath me and pulls me down onto him.
Cassian moves between my open knees and presses the head of his cock against me.
“I’m going to push into you slow, Skye,” he murmurs. “Then I’m going to hold you down while Talon enters your little asshole.”
A helpless whimper slips out of me before I even realize I am making a sound. My body reacts instantly to the promise in his voice.
I want exactly this. All of it. So when Talon urges me to lift my hips, I obey. He slides a hand between us, gathers the wetness spilling down my thighs, and drags it back to my ass. His fingers circle the tight ring of muscle.
That is the moment Cassian pushes forward, sinking into me. He keeps his word, moving slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he fills me. My breath stutters while he works deeper, deeper, until his hips finally meet the backs of my thighs.
“I fucking missed this,” he growls.
Talon’s finger slips just inside my ass and my whole body jolts before it melts open for him. Each steady movement of Cassian’s hips nudges Talon’s finger further into me, teasing, pushing, making my nerves spark. Then Talon pulls his finger away, leaving me throbbing and restless for more.
A moment later I feel the thick, hot press of his cock. Cassian anchors my hips with both hands, Nathaniel cradles my head, and Talon starts to push in.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
The stretch burns, but oh god, it’s perfect. And the sound that breaks from my throat vibrates around Nathaniel’s cock, dragging a low groan out of him.
“Oh, yeah,” he murmurs. “Do that again.”
Talon sinks deeper, one hand spreading me open while the other cups my thigh, guiding himself past the tight resistance.
When he finally bottoms out inside me, my back arches in a violent, involuntary sweep, pleasure tearing up my spine in a full-body shudder.
Nathaniel presses further into my mouth, and I take him willingly, relaxing my throat because of how much I want this.
Everything fits together in a perfect, filthy way. We’re on my grave, letting go of the girl I used to be.
They move in sync, their rhythm building around me. When Cassian thrusts harder, Talon rolls his hips up. Nathaniel holds my head steady so I stay on him.
I can’t speak.
I can’t think.
I can only feel.
At some point they fall into the same rhythm, moving with such perfect focus that they groan together. I swear to the afterlife I will remember this for as long as I exist.
Cassian’s breath breaks first.
“Skye, fuck… I’m close.”
“Me too,” Talon grits out.
Nathaniel shudders. “Swallow around me. Just like that. Oh god…”
My orgasm hits me like a blow.
I tear a scream around Nathaniel’s cock, and the vibration of my voice pushes him over the edge as well. My entire body clamps down on Cassian, on Talon, on everything. I shake so hard the stones beneath us clatter.
Cassian gasps, thrusts deep, and spills inside me with a raw moan.
Nathaniel gives one last thrust, then another, before groaning as he releases down my throat.
Talon jerks upward, grinding hard against me, and comes in my ass with a soft, broken curse.
Their breath mingles over my skin.
The candles flicker.
Cassian leans down and brushes his mouth over mine.
“So, do you think I can consider us married now, Skye?” he murmurs.
Talon presses a kiss to the back of my thigh.
Nathaniel kisses my forehead.
I lie on my own grave, filled in every possible way.
“Yes, I think you do,” I reply.
And I mean it.
We are bound forever. In our case, not even death can tear us apart.
I will never let it.