Chapter 72
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
DAKOTA
Micah and I were sitting together on his couch, me draped across his lap and his hand absently stroking up and down my thigh.
A movie was playing in the background, but we hadn’t been paying much attention to it.
He was being clingy today since returning from Mason’s.
I liked it. He hardly ever took his eyes off me, nor his hands.
I nuzzled my cheek against his shoulder, my arms hugged around his bicep.
The room smelled faintly like popcorn but mostly like pine trees.
Mason was here, too—but upstairs. I always wanted to pry and ask what him and Micah talked about, but I was too afraid to ruin any fragile stability we achieved.
I really hadn’t talked with Micah about anything other than his death and how that directly affected me.
Nothing about his past with Mason, or anything else I’d learned about him without his knowledge.
There was no rush, no pressure. I loved him, and he knew that.
Maybe one day he’d feel the need to relieve some of the burden he carried, to let me fully inside his walls, but I could wait. That day didn’t have to be today.
We had forever, really.
Hopefully.
It hadn’t taken too long for my sex life with Micah to get back as close to normal as possible. He was gaining back his footing on Earth more each day.
I was grateful for that.
We needed this normalcy so badly.
Micah’s fingers flexed on my bare thigh, squeezing my flesh possessively. His touch pressed arousal into my skin, submissive desire sinking deeper and infiltrating my blood. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, his sculpted torso on full display.
“I want to see your wings,” I murmured. “Do they still work?”
“I haven’t tried.” Micah tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, his eyes glued hungrily to my lips. His kapnos was reaching inside of me, straight to my core, and stoking the flame I always burned for him there. Every inhale set me burning brighter, set the tension inside of me winding tighter.
“Try now,” I said, my breathing getting harsher. Now that I was an angel myself, I had more appreciation for it, in a way.
Micah motioned for me to move off his lap, so I did, then he leaned forward slightly, teeth gritted.
The familiar void rustled into existence behind his shoulders, feathers glinting like an oil slick in the blue light of the TV.
He relaxed against the leather, his wings spread wide on either side of him, his chest steadily rising and falling with his breath.
“I like them,” I whispered, sliding back onto his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. The black veining along his body was almost entirely faded now, and the life was slowly coming back to his skin.
“Yeah?” Micah’s hand slipped around the back of my neck as he inclined his head, eyelids lowered.
“Yeah.” I nodded, hypnotized by the intensity in his stare.
“You want him here, don’t you?” Micah pulled me closer, his lips brushing along mine as he spoke. I couldn’t stop the stupidly-desperate whimper that crawled up my throat at the mention of Mason.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
“Slutty little thing,” he murmured, then turned his head towards the stairs. No hesitation, no resistance. “Ash! Get down here!”
I barely had a second to react to the name before Micah was crushing his mouth to mine, my stomach flipping, my veins overwhelmed with raw need.
His hand landed hard on my ass, making me cry out, my hips rocking forward to helplessly grind on his unmistakable erection. He wasn’t giving either of us a moment to consider the implications of him yelling Ash up the stairs. No thought, only feeling.
Mason’s footsteps weren’t loud, but enough to draw my attention as he descended the steps, his gaze lethally dark, locked right on me.
He grabbed my throat and kissed me hard even as his fingers trembled, the scent of the ocean soaking through my flushed skin.
We’re doing this.
We’re trying it.
Don’t stop or slow down.
Micah’s hand tightened possessively on my hip, fingers digging into my ass, then he was pushing Mason back and removing my shirt, so I wore only my tiny cotton shorts, my hair spilling loose over my shoulders.
I moaned at the feeling of Micah groping my bare breast, pinching my nipple, while Mason cupped the other one.
“I figured since you’re here, we might as well do this together,” Micah said without looking at Mason. I couldn’t quite tell what their relationship was now, but I hoped for something real. I needed that.
“It’s a good idea,” Mason replied. “I’m sure she wanted it.”
I looked down at both of their big hands on me, slutty whines escaping my parted lips.
I do want it. All the time. Just like this.
Mason sat on the couch next to Micah, the outsides of their strong thighs pressed together. All the way from hip to knee. My pussy was throbbing now, clenching around nothing. Fuck.
“He’s seen how I fuck you. Now, show him how you suck me,” Micah instructed, sweeping a thumb along my lower lip, then putting a hand on my shoulder to push me off his lap.
I settled on my knees between his feet, then curled my fingers in the waistband of his sweats and boxers, tugging the elastic down to expose the full length of his cock.
Mason watched hungrily as I leaned forward to kiss the tip of Micah’s erection.
My eyelids fluttered shut at the sensation of my stiff nipples pressing to the leather couch, a shaky breath escaping me as I licked Micah from thick base to glistening tip, an indulgently-languid drag of my tongue.
He looped my hair around his fist twice, then began to invade my mouth fully.
My eyes flicked up to look at his face, then Mason’s face, Micah’s cock gliding inexorably past my tongue and nudging the back of my throat until I gagged.
“There you go,” Micah praised. “Take it deep. Relax your throat.”
I tried my best, lowering my head as far as I could, my pussy aching between my thighs, wetness soaking my shorts. They’d bunched up while I knelt, the seam pulled tight and rubbing.
When I looked up again, the two men were making violently-intense eye contact—because Mason’s fingers were stroking over Micah’s feathers. He skimmed along them in a purposeful way, the pads of his fingers gliding over obsidian. Fifty two years…
Micah’s grip tightened in my hair, and he gazed back down at me sucking his cock, his jaw flexing.
Angel wings could be especially sensitive during sex, which I’d only learned recently.
Most forms of gentle touch felt nice—in the same way a back scratch felt nice. But when turned on, the touches felt even better, more vital.
Neither Mason nor Micah had their wings out often because of their impracticality, which was probably why it’d never been brought up in all the previous months. But Micah’s wings were out now, and so was his cock.
He looked like a vengeful fucking god, staring down at me as if I was his offering. A willing sacrifice on his forest altar.
Mason kept stroking the edge of his massive wing lightly, leaning down to press his parted lips to Micah’s muscular shoulder.
He moved slowly, giving Micah enough time to stop him if he wanted, but Micah didn’t protest. I watched Mason’s tongue lick against hot skin, his teeth scraping, Micah’s chest tensing, bicep flexing as he pushed my head down.
Micah shivered, his head tilting back.
I bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper.
After another minute, Mason got off the couch and smoothly crouched next to me, his eyes darkly locked on Micah’s the entire time, some silent conversation happening in their eye contact. I sat back, my gaze darting between them.
Mason grabbed Micah’s cock, then lowered his mouth onto the swollen tip without a moment of hesitation.
It took my breath away.
I wasn’t unconfident with my oral sex skills, but watching them together was…
Mason sucked him deep straight away, reaching up to massage his balls, his middle finger pressing farther back beneath them.
My breathing worsened, ribs stuttering as I watched.
The fact that he was doing this in front of me had to be a good sign, right? And the fact that Micah was allowing it…
Micah’s hand was still wound in my hair, and he rested his other hand on the back of Mason’s head, his hips twitching and subtly thrusting up into Mason’s open mouth.
“Do you like watching him, baby girl?” Micah asked me, but I literally could not answer him. The throb between my legs had intensified near to the point of being unbearable, my clit achingly swollen and everything hot. “You’re allowed to say yes.”
I nodded.
Micah’s distant words echoed in my head.
I’ve lied to you a lot more than you’ve lied to me.
I could still remember how it felt to stand in the mirror like that, with Micah’s hands possessing my body and his angry voice so cold and close to my ear, his threats like promises scattering goosebumps across my skin.
If only I’d known at the time he’d been lying about this relationship which spanned more than half his life, and more than double mine.
A relationship with the other nightmare man I’d become hopelessly entangled with.
I didn’t know—even now—how long they’d been hooking up again behind my back, but I had a very strong suspicion it happened the night Aamon looked into my trailer. That was when everything changed.
Micah groaned as Mason sucked him harder, taking his whole cock in his mouth, veins standing out along the strong column of Micah’s throat.
This is what they were doing.
This is what they did for fifty years together.
And I want this forever with both of them. So badly.
My naked tits rose and fell rapidly with my breath, nipples tight. The magnetism between them had always been there, a corrosive pull, a dark force in the air, twisting familiar violence into their words. But seeing the magnetism be surrendered to was otherworldly.
I couldn’t explain it, but the air around them had changed.
Molecules rearranged, realigned.