Page 88 of Angel Lost

Chano holds me tight against him, not allowing me to turn around, to look. The bed dips and Farrell slips in, spooning me, his dick hard against my inner thigh. I chew my lip, reaching for Chano, my fingers brushing his sculpted abs.

“Is this okay?” Farrell asks, his breath tickling the hairs on my neck. I nod, mute. His arms wrap around me, holding me against him, his heart beating wildly against my back.

My hand drifts lower on Chano’s chest, toying with the elastic on his boxers. He takes a sharp breath in, his stomach moving against my hand, then shifts, pressing a kiss to the crook of my neck, nipping the skin there.

My thoughts flounder. I should stop. I should think about this. We’re barely talking.

Farrell moves behind me again, and I arch into him, pushing back against his dick, need pooling between my legs. Farrell grunts, the sound muffled as he buries his face in the pillow. I trace my fingers under Chano’s boxers, down his cock.

“I can’t.” They both still. “I mean, I want to but…”

Farrell starts to move, to leave the bed, and I reach back, clamping a hand on his thigh. “Can we explore but not…I mean…no actual sex.”

Farrell relaxes under my grip. “We can pleasure you all night, princess.”

I nod, stroking Chano’s cock with more confidence, the hot skin smooth under my palm. He groans, putting his hands behind his head, leaning back. After a moment’s hesitation, Farrell palms the curve of my butt, my thigh, teases the edge of my panties. I stroke Chano harder. He’s holding back, letting Farrell touch me. The thought sets my heart beating faster. I reach out, tugging Chano’s wrist to my mouth, biting down. Iron-rich blood explodes in my mouth, and my body lights up. Chano groans, his cock pulsing. I rock against Farrell’s fingers, needing more than the teasing graze. He lifts my leg, resting it on his, leaving me open to him.

“Please.”

My body is on fire as he strokes my clit, dipping a finger inside me. Hell. Farrell kisses my neck between groans of his own. His fingers slide in and out of me and with each withdrawal I shiver. His thumb circles my clit, softly at first, then harder, hitting it just right. I can’t…It’s too much; the sensations, my clit, Farrell’s body behind me, Chano’s cock in my hand. I cry out, shaking with the climax.

My fingers loosen on Chano, and he covers my hand with his. We stroke together, his dick hardening, thickening. Behind me, Farrell shifts, hisfingers sheathing my clit, picking up pace again. I reach behind with my other hand, tracing the tip of his dick, slick with precum. He shudders almost to a halt, barely touching me. I grip both men more firmly, catching the rhythm, working them together. Chano’s mouth finds mine, hot, needy, his tongue slipping inside, demanding. My pussy clenches, Farrell’s rhythmic pressure against my clit restarts, and my head swims with the sensations. His movements become stiff, his breaths short, and his dick pulses under my hand. A warmth sprays against my back. Something about him coming, fingers inside me, is too much. I tip my head back.

“Does it feel good, chica?” Chano says into my mouth. “Tell us it feels good.”

“It…” I gasp. “It feels good. Too good. Oh…fuck.”

Farrell plays with my G-spot, and my fingers reflexively tighten on Chano. The world explodes between my legs. I can’t think, I can’t breathe. Chano groans deep in his throat, hot cum splattering out onto my belly.

“You’re right, princess,” Farrell murmurs in my ear. “That was good.”

We fall asleep like that, in the middle of Farrell’s ridiculous dragon-size bed. It’s not until the small hours that we drag ourselves out of the covers to clean up, then snuggle down again. Curled around one another, limbs everywhere. Safe.

Chapter Thirty-one: Lorelei

If I thought leaving Chano was hard…leaving both of them? Damn near impossible.

I shiver and push forward, the night air biting as I slip toward the portal. Get back, get changed, get to the lake—preferably before any professor notices I never made it back last night.

The first rays of light spill across the surface of the water, casting a soft silvery hue over everything. Cold sand presses up between my toes, and the icy water laps higher. My muscles are tense, threatening to cramp. I take a deep breath and a step. Then another. The water laps against my thighs, washing away the ache from last night. So cold my breath catches. I close my eyes. I’ve got this. I won’t let the Angel King make me afraid.

Raising my arms over my head, I’m aware of the students around me quietening. Heaving in a lungful of air, I throw myself forward, smashing through the surface of the water, submerging entirely. I cross my legs and sit on the bottom. Forcing my eyes open I absorb the quiet calm. The current sways the dull green fronds on the bottom, the only sound reaching me muffled, distant. I breathe out slowly, a few bubbles escaping my nose. Eventually, when I can’t hold my breath anymore, I push upward and flip to float lazily on my back. The dawn breaks across the lake, and despite being fall, it’s warm.

By combat class, my lack of sleep is catching up with me. No regrets—I’d trade a thousand nights of rest for last night with Chano and Farrell—but my limbs feel like lead. Worse, I forgot to warn my allegiance about this.

The professor calls my name. I square my shoulders and step forward. Gray cliffs loom on three sides, the lake stretching out on the fourth. I move into the rough ring scored into the ground.

The boys have no idea what’s coming. They have to pull from me, now, whether they like it or not. Wherever they are. No slip ups, not in front of all these aethers.

“Aether Reye, step in with Aether Lorelei. She needs to see what making full use of your capabilities looks like.” The professor sports a small wrinkle between her brows. “The dean instructs you not to hold back.”

Reye steps forward. The professor starts to wring her hands but catches herself, clasping them tightly behind her back. “I’ll add a condition of my own, ladies. No one dies today.”

Reye settles into a fighting stance, her hand trembling, just slightly. I tug on my aether. Once. Twice. Three times. Our signal. Help. Now.

I brace myself. I’ve barely healed from my run-in with the Angel King, and now this? It’s going to hurt.

My magic swirls, energy rising up to meet Reye’s, dancing, feeling her out. We circle. She sends a ball of aether straight for my face and, instead of blocking, I duck. The students around us scatter, booing at my tactics. Too scrappy for the elite aethers? Tough shit. If I can prevent the boys having to draw too much aether, I will. Reye pauses, her hand drifting up. She touches the center of her forehead, thanking the goddesses, and then she comes at me. She fires off lightning bolts with such speed, such ferocity, I have no choice but to run, duck, and block. She has me backed up against the cliff. I turn, slowly, to face her. Both her hands are raised, palms aimed straight at me. I shake my head minutely. Her lips firm, the only tell before she sends wave after wave of aether straight for my heart.

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