Righteous laughed and muttered something into Feather’s ear that made her eyes go wide. While I rose to put the juice back, Mikhail very gingerly removed the naming chime from the bed, as if he were defusing a tiny bomb, and set it on a cloud table well across the room before returning.
And then all three of us began making gentle love to our mate.
At the top of the bed, Mikhail kissed her forehead, cheeks and chin, seemingly unable to look away from her face. Lying parallel to her, Righteous focused on her breasts like they were a favorite pair of toys. That left her perfect pussy for me.
In Sanctuary, I’d been in so much pain, I hadn’t been able to spend the attention I’d desired on lavishing her with my love. Now, I could. Taking one thigh in each hand, I pulled them apart, and began drawing angelic sigils of healing against her flesh as I slowly worked my way toward her slit. Her skin still smelled slightly of the Abyss: sterile and cold, and I used my tongue to wipe every trace of that place away.
I nibbled and bit, startling her.Too much?I thought.
Too much, old man?she replied sassily, only the barest hint of her earlier sadness remaining in her thoughts, though I knew the wound she felt at losing Rafe went to the center of her soul. I could feel it in mine.Did IsayEdward Cullen?
I had no idea what that meant, but I applied myself to the task of making her regret her attitude, using my tongue and teeth to bring her as close to orgasm as I could, then backing away. After three times, Mikhail gave a huff and sent a thread of energy to her clit, bringing her to a quick and powerful climax.
“Damnit, Mik,” I protested. “I was edging her.”
“Orgasm denial is for amateurs,” he replied. “I find that orgasm overload is a much more memorable—and appreciated—experience.” He then proceeded, with the help of me and Righteous, to give her at least seven back-to-back climaxes. Secretly, I was impressed, although I heard a stray thought that the continuous release I’d shown her in Sanctuary was still the one to beat.
“I need you, Gav,” she moaned. “Inside me.” Both Righteous and Mikhail went still. They’d seen my connection with her during our merges, but this was the first time they’d heard her ask for me. For some reason, I blushed.
“Are you sure?” I asked. Her soulfire was still sputtering like a candle in a breeze. She nodded, though, and I folded my light wings around us as I entered her and began moving slowly, gently, vaguely noting Ry and Mik had moved aside to make room.
The last time we’d made love, I’d worried it was partly because she felt sorry for me, or guilty. That I’d given my wings.No, Grumpy.Her thoughts were a silken touch in my mind.I’ve wanted you since the first time I met you. Well, okay. The second time.
Her laughter at my embarrassment was the perfect reason to start thrusting faster. I let the longest feathers at the ends of my wings brush against the tips of hers, and she shouted, “Dang these clit wings!” as she fell into another climax. I fed Sanctuary’s fire into her with my first release, and it went willingly, recognizing its leader. Strengthening her. It felt soutterly right, to use the power I had at my disposal to aid my small mate.
She was mine. And I was hers. This perfect soul, with a core created out of the most beautiful elements of the higher realms, yet fully mixed with a hint of the darker shadows of the lowest ones—she owned me, body and soul. I was desperately grateful that I was hers.
I love you, my wonderful nemesis,I thought to her as we merged fully.
And I love you, Grumpy. I always will.
When we had both come down from our peaks, Ry sent a thought to Mikhail—both of us?—that had me hissing. “She’s not strong enough yet.”
Feather’s mind was filled with gratitude, and a hint of disappointment, but she smiled hazily at Righteous. “Just you then?”
“Always, Scrap,” Righteous said, taking my place. I noted his energy levels were much higher than Mikhail’s or Feather’s. A factor of his age or?—
Righteous winked at me.Or that I sucked your soul out through your lips when I gave you that spicy tongue kiss?he teased as he settled himself between Feather’s thighs and began pushing his impressively large cock into her tight pussy. I noticed he was simultaneously feeding a thick strand of his own soulfire—and by extension, all of ours—into her as well. It was very advanced merging, and I shot a questioning glance at Mikhail.
Fast learner, Mikhail thought smugly. I found myself grinning like a fool. Mikhail hadn’t merged in more years than me, but he’d cut a swath through Sanctuary in his day.
“Ry, faster,” Feather moaned. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I can’t, Scrap. I’ll hurt you. Relax, and let me work it in.”
Angelic porn had never been my thing, and I wasn’t usually turned on by the sight of other people fucking. But watching my mate struggle to take his length, squirming and fighting to get it in with that intense focus and determination, was really doing it for me. I felt my own cock get hard again as she panted and moaned, stuffed full.
Finally, his entire length was buried in her, and he began thrusting, gently at first. I palmed my own weeping cock, and noticed Mikhail doing the same.If we come together, we can braid an energy rope, all three of us, and wrap it around her soul,I thought.
He nodded his assent.All at once?
Use my fire,I warned.Not your own. You need to recover.
Fuck off,Mikhail snarled, and grabbed a handful of energy from his own well. Never mind, then.
We each lassoed the closest nipple with small threads of golden fire. I kissed her mouth and Mik reached a finger down to rub her swollen clit, while Righteous pounded into her below.
Now,we all thought when she began to crest. She shuddered her release, as her three mates sent every spare ounce of energy we could release. We wove our souls around her, sending our combined strength and passion into our beloved, our Feather.
