Page 23 of Wings of Strife
“You okay, baby?” Raphael asks, and all I can do is nod. I doubt I’d make any sense if I tried to speak right now. “That’s it. I knew you could handle this. Us. You look so goddamn good at our mercy.”
As if the two of them planned this, they work together. Theo pumps into me in opposite strokes to Raphael’s fingers until I’m tumbling head first into sensation overload. It’s somehow both too much and not enough at the same time.
I lose track of everything but the feel of them. So much so that I don’t even realize that someone’s pulled me down until I’mlying on Theo’s chest. My pleasure builds into something wild and uncontrollable.
So. Close.
You’re so fucking perfect, Theo says, his usually soft voice rough in my head.
I barely register Raphael spitting again until he adds a second finger to my ass. It burns at first, but that only pushes me closer to oblivion.
You’re doing so fucking good, sunshine.Raphael’s praise tugs at my heart, adding another sensation to the mix already coiling inside of me.
So. Fucking. Full.
Somehow, Theo thickens inside of me, and it sends me over the edge on an earth shattering scream. The sound is muffled against Theo’s warm chest, but his own groan comes out shaky and intense, which only extends my orgasm. I did that to him. Me.
Theo brushes the hair from my face, where a few loose strands of my ponytail stick to my damp cheeks. Have I been crying? Shit. He holds me almost reverently, while Raph rubs a hand up and down my back and slowly withdraws his fingers from my ass.
I must spasm around Theo’s softening dick because a shudder runs through him and all I can do is sigh. I should probably get up and let him do the same, but I’m absolutely boneless.
“How do you feel, firefly?” Theo asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Hmm? So, so good,” I reply sleepily, nuzzling his chest like I could burrow in deep and hibernate there. Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.
Raphael comes back, hiding his perfect dick beneath his shorts. “I hate to break up the snuggle fest, but we should probably get you cleaned up before anyone catches us like this.”
Shit. Zeke. This is his private fucking room.
Raphael is right. We need to get dressed before he stumbles in. I’m realizing his tough guy act might just be that. An act.
The last thing I want to do is hurt him.
Theo rolls us over, then pulls out of me with a careful slowness that steals my breath and makes me want to start our little fun all over again. Immediately, Theo’s cum leaks from me, but Raphael is there with a warm, damp cloth to clean it up.
“If we were anywhere else, sunshine, I’d be bending you over and filling you up too, just to watch it drip from your perfect pussy. But we have to get dressed and then we’re going to celebrate.”
Images of me, spread eagle on the bed with their mixed cum seeping from between my legs, has me gasping. I’m so stuck on it I almost miss what he said after.
“Celebrate?”
We have a lot to be thankful for,Theo says through our mental connection, and my jaw practically unhinges.
I want to cry or scream, bounce around in joy because holy shit.
My mental connections are back!
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My mind won’t shut off on the flight back to campus.
How the hell am I going to explain what happened with Mira to everyone? It’s not as if I had a choice, not if I wanted the pouch and amulets. But will they understand? Will Hayliel?
Just thinking her name has my lungs constricting as images of her on the ground, the handle of a blade protruding from her shoulder, fills my vision. No. I won’t think of that. I can’t.
Things between me and her have been good lately. I won’t say that I owe it all to Theo, because fat fucking chance of me ever admitting that, but I can’t deny that his words made an impact. I also can’t deny that changing my attitude has made a big difference in my relationship, not only with Hayliel but with her Pure boyfriends too. Maybe we’re all meant to be friends after all.
Assuming they forgive me for getting tangled up with some outsider.
