The way he said the wordbedtimemade it very clear that he didn’t mean sleeping.
In minutes, I found myself coming again, my legs shaking in their firm grips. I felt so wanton, splayed out, both my mates holding me, watching me come.
I also felt like a mess. “I’m too dirty,” I whined, as Mikhail let the water run over my body some more. Righteous ran a cloth over my face again, then hummed a few notes of a song I’d never heard.
“I like it,” he said. “You smell of roses, not smut. And it feels…” He ran his hands across my belly, and up to one breast, pinching the nipple. “It feels soft. Like…” Suddenly his thoughts popped into my mind, and I saw him laying me down on his bed, stomach down. Fantasy Righteous stroked my back, then spread my thighs gently. Slowly, he swiped his finger across the smut on my ass. Then he used the oily stuff to help ease those fingers into my back passage while I saw myself bite down on the pillow and moan with pleasure. With one hand wrapped around his enormous cock, he used the other to rub more smut on it, then put the head of it up to my ass, teasing me.
“Nope. No, nein, nyet, negatory, no for now, and forever. Righteous, that is not happening,” I told him, pulling away. “My ass would never recover.”
Mikhail’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “It’s just a fantasy, Feather,” he chided, while Righteous sniggered. “Righteous and I would never do anything you didn’t want. All you have to do isthinkthat you’re uncomfortable, that you want to slow down or stop, and we will obey immediately and without question. We are yours in every respect. Yours to rule, yours to love, yours to fuck in whatever arrangement you desire.” His breath was minty and warm on my ear as he practically purred the next words. “And we all know, it will be Righteous in your sweet, tight pussy, while I’m inside your ass, Feather. When you decide you want that, I’ll make it so good, you’ll beg for it every day. You’ll wantboth of your aching, empty holes to be filled, yoursoulto be filled with pleasure?—”
He wasn’t even kissing me, not touching anything important, just whispering dirty, dirty thoughts in my ear, and I felt a small orgasm begin in my core, my empty pussy clenching with need, pulsing. Righteous slipped a finger up inside me as I rode out the climax, and it felt so good, I sobbed.
When I recovered, they turned off the water, and threw the last washcloths into the enormous pile of glittery ones in one corner. Mikhail wrapped me in a fresh towel, and Righteous excused himself to “get something.” I snuggled into Mikhail’s arms as he flew us back to the Maker Hall. He lay me on the bed, stoking the fire while I watched. He had taken off his trousers as well, and the firelight flickered on his naked form, turning the scars that covered him into golden-bronze crescents and illuminating every hard plane of muscle.
My mouth went dry at the sight of him. And then my heart thudded at the knowledge that he was mine, forever. “I really didn’t mean to mate him, Mikhail,” I said softly. He didn’t turn from the fire, just waited. “I wouldn’t hurt you like that. I’m not… disloyal.”
His shoulders shook, and I hoped it was with laughter. After a moment, he sighed and turned his head to the side, a lock of his dark hair brushing one cheek. The firelight painted his profile in red and gold. “Feather, you are a lot of things. But loyalty is one of the core traits of your soul. You loved Righteous when he was Ashtad, as a child. Even when he failed you, when he didn’t live up to what was expected of him, you forgave him. You kept loving him.” He turned to stare directly at me, his turquoise eyes gleaming. “Once you knew who he was, that he had been Ashtad, your soul rejoiced. You may not have intended to mate him in secret, but he was always a part of you. And you always belonged, in part, to him.”
He stalked toward the bed, moving one hand to his cock and pumping it slowly while his eyes raked over me with fierce possession. “I can share you, Feather. I will share you, with as many as you need to keep you safe, and happy, and whole. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be a little jealous at times.”
The back door swung open, and Ry entered with a tray of food, wine, water, and more cloths. Without looking away from me, Mikhail spoke loud enough for him to hear. “And it doesn’t mean I’m not going to take every chance to show your other mates exactly how skilled a Maker’s hands can be.” I let out a tiny shriek as he pulled me to the edge of the bed and pushed my thighs open. “And mouth, too.”
Before I could tell him not to, that he’d get a mouth full of smut, he had his tongue between my legs and was licking my already swollen pussy like it was an ice cream cone on top of a volcano, and he didn’t want it to melt. He caught every drop, humming and moaning at my taste. Righteous slid onto the bed next to me, watching Mikhail’s head bob as he stroked my shoulders and the tips of my feathers teasingly. Every once in a while, he’d brush against my horns—the only smut that stubbornly wouldn’t budge no matter how much gel they slathered on them, though they felt less heavy.
Ry stiffened when Mikhail began to send tendrils of his soul, small threads, to wrap around my nipples and pull, then a thicker one to circle my throat like a gleaming, golden snake, squeezing just hard enough.
What is he doing?Righteous thought, and we both heard him.
Our mate likes her neck to be held, but not too tight. And her hair,Mikhail thought. I felt Ry’s hands move to the back of my head, close to the scalp, and give a firm tug.
Like this?
Harder. And fill her mouth with that anaconda cock she likes so much.
We all laughed, both out loud and mentally. But Ry obeyed, and before I knew it, I had the head of that massive dick, already wet with moisture, sliding between my lips. It tasted like spice and salt, and I swallowed, wanting more. Ry fed another inch between my lips, then more, until he was about halfway inside. My mouth felt stretched too wide, and when I remembered how it felt to take that monster all the way inside my pussy, I shivered unconsciously.
Mikhail loosened his soul cord slightly, since breathing around Ry’s cock was enough of a challenge. But he didn’t let go, and I dissolved into the feeling of helpless pleasure. He licked me into another orgasm, while Ry gently fucked my mouth. Then he moved onto the bed, pushing me into the center underneath him, notched his cock at my entrance, and thrust into me in one long, smooth stroke.
I cried out, my voice garbled, as he sent his soul into me in that same stroke. He rode me mercilessly, his soul singing fiercely inside me, and if the thrusts had a touch of anger or jealousy in them, it just made the next orgasm better. And the next.
When Ry muttered, “Can’t hold back,” and filled my throat with his hot come, I drank it down along with his energy. A moment later, Mikhail began to fill up my pussy as well. All three of us flung our souls out and into each other and—though they weren’t touching physically—Mikhail and Righteous’s souls were entwined with mine. So we all felt each other’s pleasure, and there was no difference between Ry’s hands, or Mikhail’s, or mine.
We were all making love, real love, with each other. Untethered, filled with joy and possibility, the three of us flewinto a new place, where love and pleasure was all that we felt, all that we knew.
When we came back down to Sanctuary, Righteous lay there stunned, staring first at me, then Mikhail. A knowing smile crept over Mikhail’s craggy face.
“What was that?” Ry breathed.
“That was your first lesson in truly advanced merging, young one,” Mikhail said. “And now you know—I do accept you as my co-mate. You are worthy, Protector.”
Ry’s cheeks colored as he stared at Mikhail’s face, which still glittered with flecks of our combined soul energy. I could feel everything that was in their hearts, and I did a tiny, mental fist bump. We were already on our way to orgy town; I could feel it in my bones. And their bones. So many bones… and a plethora of unexplored storage possibilities for those bones, right here on this bed.
Mikhail narrowed his eyes at me, and Ry groaned—but still stared glassy-eyed at Mikhail when he wasn’t looking.
“You know what they say…” Mikhail rose, walking across the room and filling a plate of food for us. Ry shook his head, and Mikhail murmured matter-of-factly, “Once you go Heigel Jelly, you never go back.”
Chapter 34
