Chapter 9 Velra #3
“Come, let it all go,” he rumbled, making a hot-as-hell show of stroking his very hard cock, as he ran his gaze over every inch of my body.
I removed my corset with a flick of my purple power and a hot thrill went through me at the devilish smirk that lifted his lips.
I wasn’t shy or reserved about showing my body to my men, but with Sylas, it was beyond even that.
He had a way about him that bled so beautifully into all of us.
A sexual empowerment that he gifted us with.
He’d done that so deeply and so wonderfully with Lazriel, and he just…
he just continued to. There was no shame, no instinct to hide or to restrict ourselves in any way when it came to our sexual desires.
I sauntered toward the bed and his eyes never left my body.
I stopped at the edge, just before the drapes, and then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of both my panties and my leather pants, then gave him a little show of shimmying them down my legs.
“Breathtaking,” he uttered. “Every fucking inch of you.
“Right back at you,” I said, as I kicked them off, pushed the drapes aside, then literally pounced on the bed.
I was crawling up his body in the next second.
But as I leaned in to kiss him, he held up a finger.
His power sparked, and then he had his arms wrenched above his head and secured in magically glowing crimson cuffs to the headboard.
“Sylas… what are you—”
“You need control, don’t you? Not just comfort and connection, but release beyond a mind-bending orgasm.”
“I… yeah… I mean, what you walked in on definitely made that clear… what I nearly did… but you don’t have to…
” It was well-known among those who he allowed close to him that Sylas couldn’t stand feeling helpless.
Yet, here he was offering me this? Not just surface-level submission from him, not just the illusion of me having control and calling the shots.
His eyes shone at me. “For you, I will.”
Holy. Hell.
Emotion took me and I had to blink away the tears starting to well in my eyes as I leaned down and brushed my lips over his cheek. “Hell, Sylas. I love you. You know that? I love you.”
His breath caught. He shifted, as much as he could with him restricted by the cuffs. “Since you crafted that illusion for me during the binding spell.”
“What?”
“That’s when I knew. When Cornelius was performing the spell to bind my magic and you pulled me into that illusion made to comfort me because you fully understood the weight of me losing my power, exactly what it did to me…
and you spared me as much as you could, went out of your way to…
that was when I first knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was ready to speak those words to you. ”
“Oh my God, that was when you knew you loved me?”
He nodded.
“It was weeks ago.”
“With everything that was happening at the time, I wasn’t sure you’d be in a headspace to hear them from me—or anyone.”
He knew about what had happened when Lazriel had first spoken them to me, then.
“Sylas, you don’t have to do that. I appreciate it, I really do. But I don’t want you holding yourself back or holding off on telling us what you need.”
“Let it all out, huh?”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“Then… I love you. I fucking love you. No-doubt-about-it, deep and undying love.”
I chuckled, then leaned in and kissed him.
There was nothing slow and easy about it this time around—it was fucking ravenous. Lips smacking, teeth gnashing, tongues basically lashing, and we were both panting through the amazing insanity of it.
I shifted on him, rolling my hips and grinding against his big cock, and it had him groaning into my mouth.
I smiled and broke the kiss, then slashed my tongue over his nipple, making my way down his chest.
“Yes… there’s our girl…” he moaned out as I scraped my nails over his skin, then leaned in and bit at his abs, before chasing away the sting with teasing flicks of my tongue.
He was hot to the touch and almost feverish with his need.
His appetizing bergamot scent wrapped around me, as did the sounds of the magical chains rattling with him getting all deliciously caught up.
He wasn’t the only one, I was so turned on, dripping everywhere, and I sucked in a harsh breath as I rubbed myself all over his cock, getting him nice and slick for what I had planned.
I went harder, faster, tormenting his needy cock, until he was shuddering from it.
“Like that?”
“It’s clearly a callback to your erotic torment the last time the four of us came together,” he said, smirking. “I’m here for it. All the fucking way, my Dark Beauty.”
I called my shadows, sweeping them around his neck, his pecs, his chest and abs, even over his legs, but leaving his glorious cock untouched.
Well, my shadows weren’t that awful pleasure magic that caused it unnaturally, they were an extension of me and my will, and they covered him beautifully, making him cry out in rapture, buck beneath me, and arch harshly into the bliss.
“More,” he choked.
Pleaded.
Sylas Morgrave was begging me.
And he was also clearly getting off on it.
More. More right now.
I kept my shadows teasing him as I shifted on top of him and reached back, gliding my fingers over his balls that had him cursing out into the room. I grasped the base of his cock, then guided him to my ass.
He realized what I was about to do instantly, and his eyes flamed at me.
I sank down on him, not stopping, taking him inch by inch, panting as the burning feel of him stretching me added to the rest of the intensity, as his gaze locked so heatedly with mine.
It was fucking enrapturing. Every nerve in my body was immersed, my entire being on overload.
“Hell,” I groaned when I was fully seated on him, feeling him so deep.
“Ungh… fucking devil woman.
I leaned forward, eliciting a rumbling groan from him that rolled right through me as it shifted his cock inside me.
The thrill of it, the dirty look in his eyes, it all had me losing myself to it, and then I was riding him right away, the burn slamming up against all the rest and driving me on and on.
It was rough and hard, and fucking harsh and as curses slipped from his throat, I pressed my hands to his chest, my frost spreading over his skin.
The moment it touched, it started melting and seeping into him, as he worked his power with mine.
Puffs of frost escaped his harsh breaths and I looked to his muscles going taut and his fingers twitching in the cuffs, sparks of his red power going off, as he struggled not to break through them.
I ran my fingers up his arms and pressed my frost to the cuffs. I couldn’t break through his power, but he got the message, while my screams prevented me from verbalizing it, and he dematerialized them with a brief flare of his magic.
And then I was shrieking as he lurched up and jerked me harshly onto his lap, keeping himself buried deep inside my ass somehow in the process, and hitting a whole other angle that shot all the breath from my lungs.
He banded one arm around my back, his chest tight against my breasts, abrading my nipples with my harsh movements.
He scraped his teeth over my throat, then licked and sucked ravenously.
But he didn’t take back control over the rhythm. He left it to me, just holding me against him very possessively for him, his mouth, tongue, and teeth all over any part of me that he could reach.
And then I was jolting as his free hand slipped down between us and he rolled his thumb over my clit. Pinching, swirling, slapping… he shot the pleasure surging through every part of me into the stratosphere.
“The way you’re working my cock… motherfucker.”
His talented fingers became a whirlwind that I couldn’t keep up with. I slammed down on him brutally, and his nails dug into my back, a hiss escaping him.
“Sylas… fuck!”
“You’re right there… let it go… let it all go.”
Through his groans and curses, his eyes shone at me—the need, the understanding, the way he was right there with me.
Ecstasy tore through me and then I was convulsing fucking violently on him, so much so that he had to bind me to him with both arms, holding me through it.
I heard a curse from him, a moment before he came inside me, the warm sensation of him filling my ass sending me over the edge again.
He kissed me through it, swallowing some of my screams.
I collapsed against him and by the time I came down from it, I found him stroking my hair and gazing at me reverently.
“All right?”
“Perfect.”
He chuckled. “Very good.”
He shifted his weight then eased out of me, making the both of us grunt.
Then I felt his hand sweeping across my ass, the warmth of his magic there.
Off my look, he told me, “You went too hard, need a little soothing. And, yes, I know you can heal yourself, but why take the time?” He winked. “I’ve got you, little Wraith.” And then he spoke my own words from a little while ago back at me, “We work as one. You’re not alone.”
I beamed out at him, then he eased us under the covers.
As I turned into him, I ruffled his very mussed up hair. “This is what Lazriel calls your sexiest hair look.”
“Oh, I’m well aware. He loves the mussed and ruffled look.”
“He loves a lot of things about our foursome,” I murmured, sinking into him, an air of melancholia settling over us all too quickly.
Sylas tightened his hold around me. “He’ll withstand this.”
“I’m worried about what it will take him to do that.”
“It’s Victor who should be worried.”
“You think?”
“He’s obsessed, very personally invested in that obsession too.
Lazriel isn’t. And our boy has a lot to hold onto.
Don’t forget that he can endure a great deal—his Graverun antics are a prime example—and things that he shouldn’t technically be able to.
As for the mental and emotional toll… Lazriel has evolved.
He has the tools to hold on until we can reach him.
And the love between all four of us, what we have, means everything to him.
That’s a fuck of a lot to hold onto. He won’t allow anything to compromise that for him, least of all that deranged Ancient. ”
His reassurance, the sheer confidence in his words actually managed to pull me back from the edge where my terror for Lazriel was concerned.
That was how Lazriel operated.
I guess I’d just… my fear for him had gotten the best of me.
“Yeah, you’re right. He’ll make it through this. And he’ll break Victor in the process.”
“He’ll be back with us before we know it, then all of this will just be a fading nightmare.”
I nodded, then rested my head against his.
And it wasn’t long before sleep took us both.
Hell knew we hadn’t had much of that lately.