Chapter 25 #2
He pushed in, cradling the back of my head, feeding it to me, and I licked and cleaned him ravenously, just as Sylas roared and came in my ass, hurtling me headlong into crashing pleasure.
My cum sprayed all over Velra as she licked up my shaft and stomach.
Then Sylas was there, gathering it on his fingers, then feeding her more, gliding sensually over her tongue, before swallowing down the rest himself.
Cassius eased from my mouth and stroked my cheek, before sinking against the wall.
Velra eased back then and I grasped her hips, pulling her to me as I sat up against the tiled wall, taking in the water still flowing around us.
As I wrapped her up in my arms and Sylas and Cassius crowded us to do the same, I grinned out at the three of them. “Filthy depravity was definitely it.”
It was just our way.
When we came together all bets were off.
And I wouldn’t change it for anything.
“So, what was it?” I asked as I chilled on our cozy-as-fuck bed, the ivory and blue-gray sheets so unbelievably soft, silky and luxurious. Absolutely perfect for our Wraithqueen. She deserved nothing less.
And, yeah, I could definitely get used to it as well.
The comfort of it.
Us having our own place like this away from everyone and everything.
Well, once we moved the entrance to the Rifted Cradle it existed within after we’d dealt with our enemies.
It currently being on Solumira’s grounds wasn’t gonna be viable long-term for us or for the foursome of Kai, Ariana, Vorzyr, and Nyx.
All eyes were on me as my question hung there, taking a while to register with everyone in their basking-in-the-afterglow states.
We’d taken a shower after all of that and now Sylas was on one edge of the bed in just a pair of crimson boxers and in his sexy shirtless state, his arm draped over me.
I was sandwiching Velra between me and Cassius, him being on the other end, and I also had my legs draped over his.
Velra was in her cute pajamas of her little lavender shorts and her off-the-shoulder black top.
And Cassius was in his boxers with that teal tee covering his chest that did some smoking hot justice to his huge fucking biceps.
For my part, I was just in a pair of black boxers. Chilling. Really fucking chill.
The fact that being with them could bring that to me in light of everything was really saying something.
Witnessing the intensity of that spell earlier that had finally restored Sylas once and for all, was something I was still wrapping my head around—just like he clearly was because he kept stroking his chest absently right at the site of where Kai had sunk the core into him.
Then with all the big shit we still had to see to in Morien and Puritas.
All those involved too.
“What was what?” Velra asked, gazing at me sleepily.
I nuzzled against her cheek, then turned to Sylas on my other side. “What was it that Ambrose said to you?” I ran my fingers through his mussed up hair. “I mean, I did have blood coming out of my ears when he invoked that bitch of a spell to convey whatever it was to you.”
He tickled my lips, making me twist away into Velra, which had her giggling and Cassius grinning as he looked on with amusement. “Pouting at me? You should know better by now. You know that’s a fuck-me signal to me.”
“Everything’s a fuck-me signal to you,” Velra threw at him, her eyes glinting.
“Not everything, Dark Beauty, but you biting back at me and challenging me in your delectably no-holds-barred blunt way certainly is.”
“Hmm… the pouting, however?” Cassius spoke. “Not so.” He eyed Sylas pointedly. “It cuts at your heart and most definitely has you verging on giving him whatever he wishes.”
“Oof, Cas’ on-point observational skills for the win!” I cried. I nudged Sylas. “He’s got your number, big time.” I pursed my lips at him again, gazing up at him as he was half leaning over me, his arm still wrapped around me. “You sexy necromantic heartthrob.”
“Careful,” he rumbled.
“Yeah? Or what? You want to take a run at the Graverun King?”
“Oh, abso-fucking-lutely.” His eyes softened as he ran his knuckles along my jawline, sending a rush of heat through me. “Just not in the violent and brutal way you’re getting at.”
“A little violent and brutal?”
His lips quirked. “Maybe just a little.”
“Stop,” Velra said, nudging me, then slapping Sylas’ bare thigh. “We’re cooling off right now. All this talk is—”
“Getting you nice and slick for us again?” I teased.
“Lazriel,” Cassius uttered.
“Fine.” I leaned over and pressed a kiss to Velra’s cheek. “Sorry, love. Rest up. I’m just fucking around—no… screwing—I mean—”
She giggled. “Got it.”
“Bad—or pointed—word choices notwithstanding,” Sylas laughed.
Unfortunately, the levity dissipated all too soon, and a tenseness took us as Sylas straightened, his expression becoming serious.
Wait… but also… reverent?
It wasn’t bad what he was about to say, then? It was just… a lot?
“It was about our child,” he spoke. “What Ambrose had to convey to me was about the baby.”
“What?” Velra said, sitting up ramrod straight, grasping my arm, and Cassius taking her hand in his.
Sylas held up his hand. “It’s all right.”
“How? How is it all right that the black magic virtuoso himself imparted some creepy warning about our baby?”
Sylas raised an eyebrow. “Creepy?”
She gave him a look.
“Right,” he said. “But this wasn’t creepy.
Nor was it some portent of doom. Ambrose is connected to energy, instances, anything that skirts the balance of nature, that challenges the constraints of power, magic, life and death.
” His gaze flicked to each of us in turn.
“Things that push the limits of possibility.” His lips quirked as that gaze dropped to Velra’s belly. “Or rewrite it completely.”
“Because this baby is Wraith-Necromancer, the first of its kind?” I asked.
“Yes and also no. It’s more than that. This baby is life created from death.
The fact it was possible at all, Ambrose says points to the tether of the Soul Brand and the Ancient blood running through your veins, Lazriel, being factors and…
attuning the death energy from the Wraith and Necromantic aspects to something conducive to allowing conception. ”
I started. “You’re saying this baby is actually… all four of us?”
“Yes,” Cassius said, lifting his lips. “Most certainly.”
Sylas smiled as well, then continued, “But I’m also saying that this baby being life created from death means he exists outside the balance.” His eyes lit up. “Meaning… he cannot be killed.”
“Our child is truly immortal,” Cassius breathed.
Velra choked and tightened her grip on me, which I reciprocated, even as I stared.
Just fucking stared.
This was… a fuck of a lot to digest.
The relief of it was something I couldn’t quite quantify or even figure out how to begin wrapping my head around.
I mean… with all we’d lost, all the pain, abandonment, the death, violence, the fear… now we’d created this? A baby… our child… a fitting extension of our family… that couldn’t ever be taken from us, that would always and forever remain?
It was unbelievable.
And it was choking me the fuck up.
I could hardly contain it.
Sylas even wasn’t. I saw his eyes shining with unshed tears of fucking joy—and that relief.
Cassius sidled closer to Velra, starting to stroke her hair as she tried to process it in her usual quiet way as she stared down at her belly.
And then her head suddenly shot up, jarring me and Cassius right against her, and making Sylas tense in surprise too.
“You said it again.”
“Said what?” he asked.
“He. When you were talking about our baby, yet again, you said he.”
He winced. “Fuck… it just… came out. Keeps coming out, apparently. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
“To spoil it?” she cut in. “You mean, it’s not just a projection or something? You know it for a fact?”
Sylas frowned. “Of course not. Gender and me… you may have noticed it doesn’t really compute.
” He sighed. “When I first read you and the baby when we found out you were pregnant, I felt its energy signature… something set at conception… and I inadvertently determined the gender.” He winced again, as my heart was pounding like crazy.
“I’m so sorry I ruined the surprise of it. ”
“Ruined?” Velra cried. “It’s the opposite! This makes it—”
“More real!” I exclaimed.
“Exactly,” she said, rubbing my arm excitedly. “Oh my God! This is… wow!”
Sylas full-on grinned. “I know.”
Cassius enveloped Velra and me in an unrestrained overjoyed bear hug.
That took the elation to a whole other level, and then Sylas was throwing himself into the fray, all of us hugging, kissing, just reveling in the joy.
And it felt fucking amazing.
I felt a shift in Sylas as we fell into each other for a little too long and the physicality ramped up, headed in a heated direction. I was right there with him.
I saw Cassius’ eyes start to hood.
And all of that was intensified for the three of us when a sexy little moan escaped Velra.
I loved her wanting us, needing us like that, all fucking over her.
I was one breath away from stripping off my boxers when another presence screamed at me.
I jerked back just as a flare of magic rolled over the room.
In the next moment, a flash of rose-gold power erupted right in front of Sylas and a piece of paper materialized.
He snatched it out of the air and the magic dissipated.
Then he was grunting and sitting up from where he’d had me on my back, an arm wrapped around me, while his other had been on Velra’s belly. She was down between my spread legs, breasts on my thigh, while her head angled up on Cassius’ chest, and he had his leg hooked around mine.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He shook his head with an amused smile at the note, then flicked his fingers and levitated it around so the three of us could read it.
Sylas,