“No,” he said quietly, his voice suddenly rough. “This is a dream I had, long ago.”
I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the upwelling of emotion in our connection. “A good dream, I hope. How did it end?”
He pulled back, pretend-leering. “With an orgy, little nemesis.”
“The best kind of all!” I pumped my fist as he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder.
Mikhail, Rumple, and Righteous all laughed a few minutes later as Gavriel dumped me unceremoniously on the center of our ginorma-bed. “Time for dinner, men!” he announced, stripping out of his toga. The others were already naked, and there were small bowls of chocolate on the tables beside the bed.
“I’m starved,” Mikhail said, scooping up a small handful and swiping it across my stomach. Rumple was already drawing chocolate sigils on my thighs with his tail, and I shuddered with anticipation. He had worked out a way to use them to create a pleasure that went beyond the physical, and made all five of our souls respond as if we were all having multiple orgasms.
I was pretty sure it was Righteous’s favorite thing, next to— “Ah!” I cried out as Ry wrapped his mouth around our mating mark, humming as he sucked and opened his soul to me simultaneously, filling the room with an even stronger perfume of roses. That was his favorite thing to do, to connect our souls directly and show me the depth of his love. All of them worshiped my body, touching and stroking with hands, wings, lips, tongues, and even tail.
My life now was like a dream that kept getting better with every year. Every breath. The part of me that had lived through all the centuries of pain still had trouble feeling like this paradise could be mine forevermore. This heaven, that only existed whenall four of my soulmates were holding me. How long could this last?
It will last forever, little sacrifice,Rumple thought as he traced over sigils on my inner thigh that sent small electric shocks straight to my core.I saw this in a prophecy long ago.
You saw me?
I saw that I would need an enormous bed for all four of my mates. And for the games we would play.His eyebrows wiggled like a cartoon villain as he unfolded his glowing, forked tongue and licked at the chocolate on my thigh.
I’m so glad you got your fancy tongue back.I moaned as more than one tongue went to work, driving me higher, closer to ecstasy.And your horns, and— Ah!His tail slapped my thigh gently.
I’m glad, too. I know how much you love them, little pervert,he chided.You think about them almost as much as your sheets.
What can I say, I’m a kinky gal,I replied, stroking the tip of one horn hard enough that he shuddered.And lucky, too.
Luck?Gavriel’s eyes traced the lines of my face as he brought his lips to mine, kissing me so softly, it felt like a petal brushing me.It wasn’t luck that brought us together. It was your heart, my adored one. It was your sacrifice, your resilience. You taught us how to love fully and truly.
I heard Mikhail’s thought as he lapped the chocolate from my lower torso and moved lower.You are our heart. Our center. Our sun. Forever, sweet soul. And we’ve only just begun.
Rumple’s tail was now moving from my thighs to my core. Mikhail had put his tongue to work on my clit, and was drawing filaments of soulfire from his center, creating a spool of energy that I knew he would use in some wickedly creative way to make me climax until I begged him to stop. Rumple had oiled up the tip of his tail and teased my ass with it now, thrusting itin and out, setting up a dark rhythm that felt as forbidden and wonderful as it had the first time he’d done it.
Do you remember the first time we made love all together?I asked, calling up the memory of those first few hours after he’d returned from the Celestial Realm. The very first time I’d had all my mates with me. Our first group merge.
Of course I do,he replied, one hand moving to the feather I’d placed on his collarbone.And it was days, not hours. We didn’t come out of the bedroom for almost a week.
More like a decade,Ry interrupted, placing a hand on Rumple’s shoulder.I’m not sure we got much done besides fucking for at least ten years.
Just shows we had our priorities in order, even back then,Rumple thought with a wink.Love first. Everything else can wait.
A wave of love flowed through the rest of us. That love had been one of the best parts of those early years together in the Limen. Rumple adored teaching, and Ry had been an avid student. He had become more, over the years. As close a friend as Gavriel and Mikhail, but without the emotional baggage from the years when they’d all felt abandoned by one another. Without that shared past, and no expectations, Rumple had felt utterly comfortable establishing the new friendship. It hadn’t surprised me that Ry’s feather was the first one to lie alongside mine on Rumple’s collarbone.
Why are you remembering that now, Scrap?Ry asked as he kissed me.
No reason,I thought, batting my eyelashes innocently.Just wondering if you ever want to try to untie that particular macramé knot again.
Gavriel and Mikhail burst into laughter, remembering the moment when Righteous had made a bet he could undo any knot. Of course, Rumple had shown him just how wrong he was,simultaneously teaching my youngest mate a lesson in humility and unlocking a new favorite kink.
You little shit stirrer,Ry gasped, his cheeks going a deep gold.You’re asking for trouble, naughty girl. I’ve gotten better at being on both sides of those knots.
I giggled at the visual he sent of him tying up all the rest of us. We all knew Ry preferred to be under the knots, but his picture had potential.Am I being naughty? Or knotty?
Both, brat,Rumple thought, his hand tracing the three feathers nested underneath my mating mark on his skin, and causing my other men to shiver.And I won’t ever stop thanking the Maker of All for giving me such a mischievous little mate. Who likes to be punished.
He laughed, his hands moving down my thigh, outlining certain sigils that set off tiny pinches of sensation ranging from ecstasy to the tiniest hint of pain, like a small rubber band snapping.
We’d been exploring the boundaries of sensory play this decade. I heard Righteous swallow hard, as he put a hand to his own thigh. Had Rumple connected us? I could tell by his mischievous, sharp-toothed smile that he had.And you say I’m the naughty one?
