Holy Idol babies, I can’t take much more.
Hart drags his teeth over my nipple, then sucks hard. My core clenches and Malachi’s hips settle against the curve of my ass. I’m already at the precipice, and it’s going to be a doozy of a fall, but I trust these men to catch me.
One of Hart’s hands wraps around my throat, a dominant move but not a threatening one. I’ve never felt so cared for. His other hand moves down my body, and I tremble with anticipation.
“Don’t touch her clit,” Malachi commands.
“What? Why?” I grumble behind my gag.
“Because I want to drag this out. You’ll come when I do and not before.”
I hate him right now. This is not what I expected from Malachi. He’s meant to give me everything I demand without question. If they won’t touch me, I’ll do it myself. I slide my hands down my body, but Malachi laughs low, catching them before I reach my goal. Hart takes over, holding me hostage with his free hand as he swaps to my other breast, sucking as much of it as he can into his mouth.
Malachi moves faster. In this position, he bumps against a spot inside of me that makes my eyes cross every single damn time. “You are fluttering around my cock, and it’s the best fucking feeling,” he says. He’s got a dirty mouth to go with his dark desire.
Hart’s hand tightens around my throat, and my pulse skyrockets, the rush of blood pounding in my ears. Is it possible to die from being denied an orgasm? Asking for a friend.
“Keep doing that,” Malachi tells Hart as he picks up speed. He loses his rhythm, and for a heart-stopping tempo, I think he’s going to completely deny me my pleasure. I cannot be held responsible for my actions if he does that.
His fingers tease around where he’s stretching me, but avoid the tiny bundle of humming nerves that begs for his attention. Hart puts pressure on my hands and presses them into my stomach, which does something to the sensation of Malachi inside of me. The angle is different, fuller. They are going to kill me. Hart’s hand loosens around my throat for a tempo before re-tightening. My head spins as Malachi’s finger presses a little inside me at the same time as his cock. I tense. There’s no way anything else will fit inside me.
“Relax,” he coaxes. “You can take me.”
He pushes a little deeper and rubs against something that makes me gasp. Hart pushes down while Malachi presses up, and then I’m hurtling toward something terrifying but wonderful.
Malachi sucks in a breath. “A little more pressure, brother.”
Hart obliges. What are they doing to me? Invisible bands snap tighter inside of me, and Malachi’s finger moves faster. The push and pull sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I never dreamed in my wildest fantasies of experiencing so much pleasure.
Hart rips the panties free from my mouth and slams his lips on mine, swallowing the sounds of desperation spilling from my lips. Malachi’s hips stutter, and his thumb sweeps across my clit, making me explode into a thousand shimmering pieces. The scream lodges in my throat as Malachi curses and clutches me tighter to his body.
“You okay, Calamity?” Hart checks.
I nod. “Yes, but I need a repeat of that to double-check I like it.”
Malachi huffs a laugh, his thundering heart beating against my back.
Theo rumbles a warning, his scales rippling. Perhaps I should feel embarrassed that he witnessed that, but let’s face it—he’s already seen everything I have to offer. And kissed. And tasted. And touched. The mind-blowing orgasm cancels out any shame. Nothing that good can be wrong.
The twins help me back into my clothes, and Theo lifts his wings to reveal a frowning Nash with his arms folded and legs spread apart.
I clamber to my feet, my cheeks heating as I take a step forward. Nash’s hand darts out and catches my arm, spinning me into his body as he arches a brow. I swallow as his pupils dilate. His hand tangles in my hair as he tilts my head to the side and runs his nose along my throat before stopping at my ear.
“Threefold, I’m aware,” I rasp.
“You don’t sound nearly frightened enough.”
Frightened? He would never hurt me. I might drown in pleasure at his touch, but I trust him to pull me back up.
“Bring it, Nash,” I dare.
His eyes flash gold for a blink before settling back to green. I should have learned to never taunt a beast, because you never know how dark their desire goes until you are in so deep, all you can see is them.
Chapter
Sixteen
Theo transforms back and winks at me, confirming he knows every detail of what occurred beneath his wing.
