Page 291 of Breathe Like Hell

Mason’s footsteps weren’t loud, but enough to draw my attention as he descended the steps, his gaze lethally dark, locked right on me.

He grabbed my throat and kissed me hard even as his fingers trembled, the scent of the ocean soaking through my flushed skin.

We’re doing this.

We’re trying it.

Don’t stop or slow down.

Micah’s hand tightened possessively on my hip, fingers digging into my ass, then he was pushing Mason back and removing my shirt, so I wore only my tiny cotton shorts, my hair spilling loose over my shoulders. I moaned at the feeling of Micah groping my bare breast, pinching my nipple, while Mason cupped the other one.

“I figured since you’re here, we might as well do this together,” Micah said without looking at Mason. I couldn’t quite tell what their relationship was now, but I hoped for something real. I needed that.

“It’s a good idea,” Mason replied. “I’m sure she wanted it.”

I looked down at both of their big hands on me, slutty whines escaping my parted lips.

I do want it. All the time. Just like this.

Mason sat on the couch next to Micah, the outsides of their strong thighs pressed together. All the way from hip to knee. My pussy was throbbing now, clenching around nothing. Fuck.

“He’s seen how I fuck you. Now, show him how you suck me,” Micah instructed, sweeping a thumb along my lower lip, then putting a hand on my shoulder to push me off his lap.

I settled on my knees between his feet, then curled my fingers in the waistband of his sweats and boxers, tugging the elastic down to expose the full length of his cock.

Mason watched hungrily as I leaned forward to kiss the tip of Micah’s erection.

My eyelids fluttered shut at the sensation of my stiff nipples pressing to the leather couch, a shaky breath escaping me as I licked Micah from thick base to glistening tip, an indulgently-languid drag of my tongue.

He looped my hair around his fist twice, then began to invade my mouth fully.

My eyes flicked up to look at his face, then Mason’s face, Micah’s cock gliding inexorably past my tongue and nudging the back of my throat until I gagged.

“There you go,” Micah praised. “Take it deep. Relax your throat.”

I tried my best, lowering my head as far as I could, my pussy aching between my thighs, wetness soaking my shorts. They’d bunched up while I knelt, the seam pulled tight and rubbing.

When I looked up again, the two men were making violently-intense eye contact—because Mason’s fingers were stroking over Micah’s feathers. He skimmed along them in a purposeful way, the pads of his fingers gliding over obsidian. Fifty two years…

Micah’s grip tightened in my hair, and he gazed back down at me sucking his cock, his jaw flexing.

Angel wings could be especially sensitive during sex, which I’d only learned recently.

Most forms of gentle touch felt nice—in the same way a back scratch felt nice. But when turned on, the touches felt even better, more vital.

Neither Mason nor Micah had their wings out often because of their impracticality, which was probably why it’d never been brought up in all the previous months. But Micah’s wings were out now, and so was his cock.

He looked like a vengeful fucking god, staring down at me as if I was his offering. A willing sacrifice on his forest altar.

Mason kept stroking the edge of his massive wing lightly, leaning down to press his parted lips to Micah’s muscular shoulder. He moved slowly, giving Micah enough time to stop him if he wanted, but Micah didn’t protest. I watched Mason’s tongue lick against hot skin, his teeth scraping, Micah’s chest tensing, bicep flexing as he pushed my head down.

Micah shivered, his head tilting back.

I bobbed my head faster, taking him deeper.

After another minute, Mason got off the couch and smoothly crouched next to me, his eyes darkly locked on Micah’s the entire time, some silent conversation happening in their eye contact. I sat back, my gaze darting between them.

Mason grabbed Micah’s cock, then lowered his mouth onto the swollen tip without a moment of hesitation.