Wait, ropes?Where had they come from? I startled as my limbs were all suddenly stretched, the invisible ropes I could feel pulled taut, to all four corners of the large bed. “What did you do, Mikhail?”
“Ah no, that was young Righteous,” he murmured. “Nice knots, by the way.”
Ry nodded at him, but sent me a question.Is this all right?
I looked down as the ropes pulsed with a blue light that shone against my silver skin. Where it touched, the light moved into my body, like a transfusion of energy. It didn’t feel sensual like my soulmates’ fire had, but soothing. Their hot eyes on my helpless, bound body were anything but relaxing, though.
All right? It’s about dang time. If we had caramel sauce, this would be a good start on my second favorite fantasy ever.I slid my gaze to Mikhail, and pulled the energy ropes just a bit tighter. His cheeks were slightly flushed, as were Ry’s. “Time to get kinky, Daddy Bear?”
“I’ve been kinky for more years than you’ve been alive.”
Righteous coughed something that sounded like “Old man,” and Mikhail glared at him.
“For more years than both of youcombined.”
“But not recently, snookums?” I growled a little, twisting against the blue bonds. “No old flames up here that think you’ll want to take a lick down memory lane, right?”
In reply, he put one hand behind my neck, his fingers tracing the place where his mating feather had been, and the other hand over my pussy, parting my swollen lips with a fingertip. “This is the only body I can even remember wanting. The only one that ever matters.” He tightened his grip on my neck, letting his finger dip into my soaked opening. “This pussy right here is the only one I’ll ever be inside again.”
He thrust his finger in and out, sending sparks of energy in short bursts into me, hitting that spot inside that was just… so…perfect. I cried out, arching my back, my limbs straining against the bindings as an even stronger orgasm than the ones before overtook me. “You might kill me from too much pleasure, Growly,” I whimpered when it was over.
Righteous raised an eyebrow. “That was well done, Maker. A bit quick.”
“Quick? Watch and learn, pup,” Mikhail challenged, squeezing my neck once more before dropping his face to my pussy again.
The two of them were having some sort of competition at this point, but they were both on Team Make Feather Explode With Energy And Orgasms, so I didn’t interrupt. They took turns as the hours wore on, feeding me their soulfire and their cocks, with Righteous purring praise as I fought to swallow as much of his anaconda as I could, while Mikhail filled me below. Every time they came, they filled me with surges of their power.
Finally, right when I was about to beg them for a time-out, they both stopped moving. I heard Mikhail’s thought.Are you ready to—how do you whippersnappers say it—level up?I swallowed, not certain what he meant. But Righteous’s energyleaped with nervous anticipation. I looked from one mate to the other, waiting.
Mikhail lined his arm up next to Righteous’s, examining the twinned mating feathers along both their hands and forearms. “There’s something we can try, sweet soul, if you agree to it.”
“Another thing we haven’t done before?” The bonds holding me dissolved, and I sat up, my heart racing with barely suppressed excitement. “Is this your way of asking for anal, because I’ll be honest, I’ve been more than ready for months. I’m almost certain we can use some of that blue stuff as lube; it’s super gooey… Wait, did you mean a choo-choo? With one ofyoubeing the middle car, because I need you to know I am also ready for that, but there may not be enough lube in the world for his anaconda co—” I stopped when Righteous kissed me quiet again. Mikhail had his face in both hands, shaking his head.
“You’re such a pervert, Scrap,” Ry chided.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I whispered the soundchoo-choountil he kissed me again.
“Some would indeed consider what I have in mind perverted,” Mikhail said after a moment, handing me another glass of the blue healing liquid. I drank, wondering if I shouldn’t keep some of it close by. Just in case.
Growly laughed. “You don’t need lube, my love. I’m a Maker.”
“Show-off,” Ry mumbled. I arranged the pillows, pondering my good fortune in mating a man who came equipped with lube, a girthy summer sausage, and a tongue that could probably drill steel screws into a board without any other help.
And he looked phenomenal in sequins and glitter. The perfect man.
Righteous tweaked my right nipple, and I winked at him.You’ve got potential, too, Head Boy.
“Okay,” Mikhail said, once I’d finished the healing fluid and we were all sitting up. A thread of thought crept through hismental defenses.Both of them are so young. I can’t bear the thought of hurting her, and it feels reckless to experiment in this way. But if we don’t try, and she doesn’t return, I would never forgive myself.
I trust you, Growly,I replied, shaken by the uncertainty in his thoughts.
He brushed my hair behind one ear. “As I said, I had an idea. When you leave here, it will be easier for all of us if we’re more fully connected. Now, we’re already mated to you, and we don’t have to give you a mating feather of our own…”
Righteous finished for him, “But if we each give you one of ours as well, we would be more tightly connected. Bound. You and Gavriel are bound by his feather, right?” I nodded hesitantly. That bond had never felt like the ones I had with Ry and Mik. But it was certainly connected.
“I believe he may be pulling energy from that feather to stay alive.” Mikhail placed a hand on my nape. “If I give you another feather, and charge it with as much of my soulfire as possible, you can use the energy in it as a battery. With one from each of us, you’ll be even more protected.”
I chewed at my lower lip, thinking. “It wouldn’t hurt you? You’re strong enough to give one?”
