Chapter 35 #2
The sound of the tree trunks snapping, branches falling, the ground shaking below me, was burned into my memories.
To me, Aamon’s death had only been flashes of light and waves of sound, the vibrations I felt in the dirt, but to the forest, it was a violent hole being drilled through its center.
I’d looked over my shoulder when we left the forest, but there hadn’t been much to see.
A few piles of gray ash, small pieces floating in the cold air, the wind erasing everything that’d happened.
Seeing it here, in front of my face, was different.
It was strength I could drown in, power I could be lost in.
I pushed back further against the couch cushions, squeezing my thighs together, my teeth sinking into my lower lip. The clenching emptiness inside of me liked watching this.
Both men were breathing harder, so I could more easily tell when Mason started to hold his breath in increments, quickly building up bursts of electric power. Their muscles flexed, stretching and contracting, perfectly shaped beneath their unmarred skin.
The violence between them was almost beautiful—if blood and destruction could be called beautiful.
Beautiful like the curving edges of a bruise, the bloom of purple below skin—not like sunbeams and rainbows glinting through mist. Powerful and ancient and familiar to them both. The way their hands found the other’s bodies looked ritualistic, more of a prayer than a fight.
Again, Micah stole enough of Mason’s senses that he could break free and come to me on the couch again, then scooped me up in his arms and strode towards the stairs, kissing my mouth as he walked.
But the kiss made his focus wane and Mason was already behind us, grabbing my face over Micah’s shoulder, not trying to stop Micah from bringing us upstairs, but trying to stake his claim again.
Proving that I belonged to him, too.
I did.
I do.
Micah kicked open the door to his bedroom and dropped me on the bed, then shoved two of his fingers in my mouth as I settled.
“Bite down, baby girl. Hard as you can.”
I tightened my jaw, digging my teeth into his skin until I felt it break, blood and ichor trickling into my mouth, making my head rush. I moaned with the sensation of the ichor hitting my bloodstream.
Everything went fuzzy, time liquefying, the axis of the whole fucking world shifting until the only thing I was tethered to was Micah’s fingers. I sucked on them more, my tongue lapping around the wound already healing, my whole consciousness nothing more than a delirious blur of need.
I’d missed the feeling of this supernatural twist to my arousal, glistening gold melting into the pink flesh of my seeking tongue.
Desperate fog swirled through my skull as both men surrounded me on the bed, their hands invading my entire form.
On my flushed face and on my vulnerable throat, carelessly groping my tits, petting the aching place between my thighs.
Every inch of my body was bare for either of them to touch. For both of them to touch.
I kissed Mason sloppily, his tongue in my mouth and my hands in his hair, but it was only a moment before Micah was turning my head, pressing his own hot mouth to mine.
I melted into him, kissing him back, gliding my tongue along his, becoming more and more mindless by the second, the ichor glowing on the edges of my thoughts.
Mason started kissing along the side of my throat, moving lower, dragging his tongue along my collarbone then moving to the top of my breast.
“Look at you, baby,” he murmured. “All worked up. So greedy. Such a slutty girl.”
Mason’s mouth closed over my hard nipple and I whined, panting and sweating.
“Is this how he talks to you when he fucks you?” Micah was asking, his lips on my jaw.
No. He’s usually worse.
But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t.
The effects of the ichor might’ve been wearing off, but my own haze of lust was so powerful I didn’t have a clue.
Micah continued, sinking two fingers into my pussy. “Is all this wetness for me? Or for him? Or both of us? This slutty fucking pussy—” he pulled his fingers out to slap me, the pain sparking on my clit “—just needs to come all the time. You need it so often that you can’t stop yourself.”
“No…” I whined.
“Yes, baby girl. You’re the wettest thing I’ve ever felt.” He pumped his fingers and I could hear how true his words were. His lips moved off my jaw, down my chest. “You’re making a fucking mess on my hand. Pathetic.”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, Mason licking and kissing the other one, and I moaned like the slut both of them knew I was. My fingers knotted in their hair, my chest pushed up, filthy pleasure radiating from the tips of both my breasts.
There was a shift in angle—Mason and Micah were looking at each other now, still both sucking on me.
They exchanged a look.
What the look meant, I wasn’t sure.
But I was fairly certain they wanted to fuck each other.
Or at least do more than argue. I knew Micah was bisexual, but I’d never asked Mason.
I didn’t really need to ask to understand the way he’d been staring at Micah with his hand wrapped around his dick, though.
He’d stared at Micah like he wanted him to make him come.
Not like he wanted him to let me use my mouth again, but like he wanted Micah’s hand to get him there.
The feeling of buzzing silicone on my clit ripped me right out of my thoughts about it.
“Oh, my God,” I choked out. I was going to combust.
“Yeah?” Micah held the vibrator between my legs, staring up at me through his straight eyelashes. He held it steady, barely brushing my clit, but I had the freedom to move my hips. I rolled and swirled and bucked, pressing my needy clit against the vibrator, grinding into the silicone.
“Oh, my God. Yeah.”
Every single atom that comprised me was drenched in this ecstasy.
Mason pushed two thick fingers inside of me, curling and stretching and stroking.
My orgasm was right there, knotting in my core, growing bigger, hotter, brighter, the wave barely starting to crest.
I kept swiveling my hips, clenching on Mason’s fingers, rubbing my swollen clit on the vibrator until the pleasure was too much, the knot was too tight, everything narrowing to a single point…
Then it exploded.
Washing over me in wave after wave while I moaned and panted.
From the tips of my breasts to the deepest part of my core, pleasure compounded and mixed, swathing me in it. I cried out, mumbling an unintelligible string of curses.