Raza reared up, then reached down, his claws vanishing before he touched me. He drew his finger through me, then took that wetness lower. I gasped around Dax as Raza's finger slipped into my back entrance and pumped, loosening and slicking. Something more liquid hit me there, and I opened my eyes once more, sliding my gaze to the left to see that Raza had found a bottle of lubricant and was working some into my ass.
But it wasn't for himself.
As I said, Raza hadn't forgotten about Sever, the Angel forming the foundation of our erotic pile. He got me wet for Sever, then, after some silent communication between them, Sever reached beneath my thigh, gripped himself, and slipped into me. I cried out, my sex dripping, needing more now that everywhere else was getting so much attention. I moaned my need, but no one heard me, what with Daxon pumping faster. My cries were wet, muffled, and lost beneath Daxon's naughty talk.
“Take it,” Dax panted. “That's it. Take my cock down your throat, Seren. Good girl.” He stroked my face.
With Sever seated and pumping, Raza went back to his feast. I whimpered wanting more than that, but he kept going, licking at me as if he'd never get another chance. I could feel it dripping down to Sever's cock, adding more lubrication. Then the palm of my hand went slick. Raza had passed the lube to Tiernan, and he had used it on his cock, going from dry to wet between pumps into my fist. The feeling made me shudder, and I couldn't keep my eyes closed any longer.
Daxon's hard belly came at me with every thrust. His scent was magnified in my nose—spicy and male. I rolled my stare up, over his rippling woad tattoos, and as soon as his stare met mine, he locked up, his hands clenching in my hair.
“Yes!” Daxon cried and arched backward with the power of his release.
I swallowed greedily, sucked my way off him, then swung my head toward Raza to shriek, “Raza, fuck me!”
It was all I could get out before Killian turned my face toward him and thrust himself at my mouth. I opened for him automatically, making a surprised sound as his girth invaded.
“Sorry, babe,” Kill said. “I couldn't take a second more of being outside you.”
I made an accepting sound because as Killian slid in, so did Raza. Utterly full, I moaned in bliss, tingles rising from front and back. Cocks thrusting and men grunting. So good. The sounds. The smells. The bliss! But I needed more.
“Seren!” Tiernan cried out and emptied across my belly.
The heat of it made me shudder, and Raza grunted as he sped up. It was just what I needed. In that undulating knot ofrapture, I trembled, then screamed around Kill, my eyes rolling back in my head. Having been taken so high, I fell far, my entire body quaking with my climax when it hit. With my scream, Killian pulled out so I could fully enjoy it. I did. Oh, did I. Then I gloried in the aftermath.
Rolling my stare to Killian, I said, “I'm not finished with you yet.”
“That's my girl,” Killian growled and slid between my lips. “You always finish what you start.”
Chapter Twenty-One
I woke up surrounded by gorgeous men. What seemed like miles of muscles filled my bed. Cat had spent the night in Rowan's room as usual, the other kids there as well, sleeping on beds we brought out for their visits. They would be too old for that soon, but for now, it worked. I was hoping that keeping them out so late would give us a chance to sleep in, and so far, it had. I could have stayed snuggled in the warmth and comfort of my man-nest, but my bladder and breasts protested.
I went to the bathroom, did my morning business, pulled on a robe, and then went to check on Miri. She was awake, just shifting about, her stare on the window.
“Good morning, little miracle,” I said as I lifted her out of her crib. “Are you hungry?”
She focused on me. I swear she did. And I gasped to see a glimmer in her eyes.
“What's this?” I took her closer to the window and peered into her irises. “Silver. You've got silver striations like your daddy. Are they going to be stars like mine?” I bent to kiss her forehead, then took her to the rocking chair. As I fed her, I continued to contemplate her eyes. “They say a baby's eyes can change, even months after they're born. But that's humanbabies. Maybe your eyes are taking time to develop, just like your wings. Will you be my star-eyed Angel?”
“Is she taking after her mother?” Tiernan asked as he came into the nursery and closed the door behind him.
Tiernan was in a robe like me and the velvet folds only enhanced his body, clinging to his trim muscles and falling open to give me enticing glimpses of his smooth chest. His hair was in utter disarray, something that rarely happened with Tiernan, and I smiled to see it. The natural fey ombré went from platinum blond at the roots, down through several shades of blond, into brunette, then, at last, became an inky black at the tips. Normally, it laid in a sleek line down to his mid-back, but this morning, it was fluffed with tangles and resembled a halo more than a cloak. He stepped into a shaft of sunlight, and it set his face to glittering—not only his silvery blue eyes, with their dark limbal ring, but also the twining silver scar on his right cheek.
Sometimes, I couldn't believe how lucky I was.
“I hope so,” I answered him, coming out of my reverie with a grin. “I know it's egotistical, but I'd like to see a little more of myself in one of my kids.”
“There's a lot of you in all your children, little star.” He smoothed my hair back.
“It's been a while since you've called me that,” I whispered.
“It's been a while since you've looked at me like you just did.”
My face went slack. “What?”
Tiernan bent to kiss me. Just a press of lips, then he straightened. “It's all right. I understand.”
