44. Wyatt
Wyatt
Tacita’s penthouse is incredible. I’d had money before, had made nearly six figures just for one hit on the more high-profile cases, but I hadn’t ever seen the need to purchase a luxury place.
I’ve got a few one bed flats in various cities but as I’d moved around so much, I never bought somewhere I’d call a home.
This is fully decorated, there’s about a thousand plants everywhere, and stacks of books, cushions, and furnishings.
I absorb all the little details as we make our way through the bifolding doors and into a lounge, each knick-knack or colour choice giving me a new piece of information about the woman I love.
She doesn’t really stop to give us a proper tour, but I glimpse a fully decked out kitchen, a separate library room with comfy sofas, and a long hallway with a few more doors coming off it before she leads us down a staircase to the master suite.
“Most of the bedrooms and the main bathroom are upstairs but my room and the best shower is down here. I renovated it a bit when I moved in,” she tells us as we step into the most luxurious room I’ve ever been in–and I’ve stayed in some of the flashiest hotels in the world.
Her bed dominates the space but barely takes up half the room, even though it’s way bigger than a king.
The whole room is rich in navy, softened with pink, and accented with gold.
One wall is floor to ceiling windows and the bright lights of the city and brightening sky are muted by what I’m assuming is treated glass.
We cross the room, padding on the ultra-soft carpet to another door.
Tacita opens it to reveal her bathroom, and again there has been no expense spared.
The shower has a full rain panel as well as the standard heads, the bath looks so big I’m sure all three of us could easily have a lot of fun in it.
I’m trying to take everything in when the female in front of me starts stripping.
She gently places her armoured vest on a hook that seems perfectly designed for it before whipping the rest of her gear off and dumping it on the floor.
“Ah, it's so good to be home.” She lets out a sigh that goes straight to my cock as she steps behind the glass and pushes a button on the panel on the black tiled wall.
Water starts cascading down from the ceiling panel above.
“Are you coming?” she asks, turning to look over her shoulder before she lets her wings free, blocking our view.
Milo and I are quick to jump into action, shredding our prison scrubs and joining our girl under the warm water raining down.
Tacita hands us products to wash with but my hands are not interested in cleaning my own body.
Before long I’m stealing the sudsy shower pouf from her hands and gently washing whoever’s skin is closest. The touches go no further than us reacquainting ourselves with each other.
It's a reassurance we all need after this night. I’ve never felt more out of control or more enraged than I did when I saw my lovers being targeted.
They. Are. Mine.
And I was very happy to send many of the fuckers trying to take them from me to a very fiery grave.
“Hey,” Tacita’s soft voice and wet body refocus my thoughts to the present.
“You’re heating up. No shifting inside the house.
” Her hand cups my face as she draws my eyes to her chocolate ones.
I take a deep breath, letting her scent calm me.
Milo steps around her wings as well to put his hands on my chest and my hip.
As I’m against the tiles, I lean back and try to relax the dragon underneath my skin.
Tacita opens her wings slightly, making a cocoon for us, the steam from the hot water keeping us warm even though we’re to the side of the water flow.
“Safe,” Milo whispers as his eyes look between the two of us.
“Yes, we are safe here. You’ll both always be safe in this house. That I promise you,” Tacita says.
“You asking us to move in, Mo Stór?” I tilt my chin and give her my best puppy eyes, adding in a pleaful tilt to my lips as well.
“We still have several things to work out, and I totally get if you want your own rooms for now–at least until Hades summons us–but yes you’ll be staying here.
Whether you want to or not. Elysium might be a city of mostly decent demons but you’re still essentially human. And humans aren’t allowed in the city.”
“I didn’t mean for now.” I push her, my heart thudding at thinking I might be getting all I ever wanted, even if I didn’t know I wanted them until we all got locked up together a few months ago.
“We can work that out once we’ve seen Hades.”
“He isn’t going to punish you, is he?” I ask, suddenly tense.
“I did abandon him during a fight. I’m supposed to be his protector.” The words come out with reserved acceptance, her feeling of failure clear.
“You had to leave,” Milo answers, forcing the words out.
“He’s right, and we’ve been over this.” I grip her chin with my thumb and index finger. “You leaving, and rescuing Milo, will have helped the rest of them end the battle.”
“But what if Hades gets hurt, or Garrick?”
“Garrick can handle himself. Does he know where you live?”
“No.” She shakes her head as much as she can in my grasp. “But he can find me.”
She lifts her hand up and turns her wrist so both Milo and I can see the underside, showing the clear teeth marks which haven’t yet healed over.
“What the fuck?” My hand flies from her chin to her wrist, pulling it up for closer inspection, my dragon roaring to the surface at her visible injury.
“Calm down. It’s a tracking mark. Something the panthers can do. Once they’ve tasted the blood of a being, they can track them to pretty much anywhere. He’ll be able to find us as soon as he can leave the compound.”
Milo shifts closer, his wet curls bouncing as he tries to take a closer look. He strokes a finger over the raised pink marks and looks up at our girl.
“Yes, once you’re fully turned, you’ll have that ability too.
” The way she can read his questions without him having to voice them fills my chest with warmth.
And the thought of Milo being able to find us no matter where we are is an appealing one.
I wish it worked both ways but I don’t think my dragon would allow him far, and would burn through all the realms if he ever went missing.
Unable to stand the distance any longer, even the small amount that is between our bodies, I lean forward to kiss Tacita’s wet lips before turning and kissing Milo as well.
“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” she asks, moving around us and leaving the shower after hitting the panel again to cease the water pouring down on us.
She grabs several towels from a built-in rack on the opposite wall and throws them at us so we can dry. I rub at my skin with impatience, getting rid of most of the water. Both my partners take a little longer as they attempt to towel dry their hair.
My cock is already most of the way hard as I gently stroke it whilst watching them finish up. Tacita doesn’t hide her wings again, so takes the longest as she gently wipes the towel over the membranes to dry them off.
Milo dumps his towel and moves into my arms, our erect dicks knocking into each other as I pull him into a deep kiss.
I still haven’t processed how I nearly lost him again tonight, but the fear lingers in my bloodstream.
His mouth is soft and pliant beneath mine, his tongue letting mine dominate the kiss.
My hands move from his waist, around to his back, before dipping and cupping his arse, and pulling him into me harder.
A clearing of a throat breaks us apart, both of us already a little breathless. Looking around, I see nothing but an empty bathroom.
“In here.” Tacita’s voice floats from the bedroom.
I grab Milo's hand and tug him through the doorway only to slam to a stop just over the threshold.
Tacita is kneeling on the bed, thighs spread and hands on the delicious curves of her hips.
Her wings are tucked and her horns rise proudly as she sits tall, not an ounce of self-consciousness, showing us her body.
Her tail loosely curls around her on the mattress. She’s always looked beautiful to me but right now, with her true nature on display, she’s absolutely stunning.
“I thought we should take advantage of finally having a bed big enough that we won't have to worry about falling off it whilst we play,” she says.
Milo chuckles. Leaving me still standing struck dumb by the view, he moves across the room to her. She’s sat near enough to the edge that he remains standing as he puts one hand around the back of her head, cradling it, and pulls her into a kiss.
Moving to the side slightly to improve my view, but keeping my distance for now, I watch on as their bodies melt against each other. Her soft curves push up into his lithe torso. His fingers card through her hair whilst the other hand moves to the small of her back to hold her tightly.
Her hands roam over his shoulders and move down the sides of his waist before she slides one between their bodies and grips his cock.
Milo hisses into her mouth as she strokes him from base to tip.
Their lips part but their eyes lock and the heat emanating from them has my dick pulsing, kicking me swiftly into action.
With a growl, I’m on the bed and pressing myself up against my female–as much as I can with her wings out anyway.
“Shall I put them away?” she asks
“Do not.” I wrap one hand around her stomach and brush up the arch of one wing with my fingertips. She shudders in my hold and grips onto Milo harder. “I plan on mastering all the ways I can drive you crazy using these,” I whisper into her ear before nipping the lobe.
She lets them drop slightly so the membranes touch the bed, laying them out on each side, so she can lean back into me a bit more.