The words were fuzzy, but it sounded like Rul, her body and mind spent as she lay on the ground, the cool dirt chilling her heated flesh.
“Pick her up,” the voice said, and suddenly she was weightless, floating through the air like a cloud.
She met a hard body, wrapping her arms around strong shoulders and her legs around a lithe waist.
“She’s sensitive when she’s like this. Aren’t you, baby?”
Isabelle murmured a response, her eyes still blissfully shut, her body and mind comfortably numb. It was a trance-like state, her brain shutting off in order to amplify the pleasure and its aftermath. She was floating in the dark with only heated flesh to keep her grounded, nodding in and out until she was laid down on a soft cloud.
“Clean her up,” the voice said, and there was a grumble.
Wet heat brushed over her body like the warmest hug, washing blood and dirt from her skin. Then more heated flesh, strong arms caressing and stroking, squeezing her tight.
“You did so good, baby. So good for us. It’s time to rest now.”
Isabelle heeded the gentle command, no longer fighting the sleep that was calling to her.
CHAPTER 18
ISABELLE AWOKE ON A CLOUD.
Not a cloud, but a bed. A bed in her cottage, though it wasn’treallyher cottage, was it? It was a gift created by Bellinor, who lay in front of her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders, hugging her to his chest.
“Hi,” she whispered, his smile warming her heart.
“Hello.”
“You’re finally awake,” Rul said, his arm slung over both of them as he cuddled her from behind. “How are you feeling?”
Isabelle took stock of her parts, her mind still fuzzy about all that had happened.
“Sore,” she said, wincing slightly, her entire body weak as if she had undergone an offering of light.
But instead of shame and guilt, she felt only elation, the mind-numbing bliss of pure ecstasy.
“I hope we didn’t hurt you,” Rul said, nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek. “You were a delectable little treat.”
“I feel fine,” she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
She was nude, her ruined dress evidently discarded at some point while she was in a daze, but she was warmed by the heated skin of her two lovers.
Bellinor was still delightfully demonic, and she reached for one of his horns, running her hand over the smooth surface and pressing a finger to the sharp point at the back. His wings fluttered happily, the eyes less uncanny than she’d once thought. The feathers were soft as they brushed along her arm, his smile not quite as haunting as back in the woods.
“Why did you choose this form?” she asked.
Bellinor cleared his throat, his dark eyes darting around the room.
“I remained as Jean-Phillipe for a long time, but at some point, it hurt too much to see myself as a human any longer.”
Isabelle swallowed the knot in her throat, his answer wetting her eyes with tears.
“Well, I like you like this,” she said, cupping his face and running her thumb along the smooth skin of his light blue cheek.
“I like it too,” Rul added, squeezing her between them as he ran his fingers through Bellinor’s tousled locks.
She could feel his erection against her aching ass, and she arched her back, enjoying the pressure at her entrance despite the soreness.
“Do you like that, baby?”
