Page 13 of Wings of Valor
Heat flares beneath my flesh, rising from the core of power living at my center. I think that means I need to release some ofthe churning sunfire that’s only grown hotter since planning for this trade. You know, before I burn up and kill myself.
I really should imbue the daggers now. It would mean letting some power out, but I can’t shake the nerves. My dorm room isn’t exactly a fire-safe workspace. Scorching the floor isn’t something I want to explain to anyone, either. Or pay to repair.
I can make it a few more hours without exploding, I think.
Wait. Is that how it works? Is it an explosion of sunfire or being consumed by it? Shit. This is depressing.
No. I’ll be fine. And tomorrow, when I’m on my way to save my parents, I’ll imbue the daggers. That way I can char whatever the fuck I want to without worry.
My slate vibrates at the same time I hear a commotion outside my door. I’ve been putting the guys off all week, cycling through a range of excuses for why I want to be alone. Even though I’ve denied them, they keep reaching out. And since I don’t know what the future holds for me, I allow myself one more night with them.
Raphael, Theo, and Zeke wait for me in the hall of Fallen house. The original plan was that we’d all stay in Raph’s dorm for the night, but because Zeke only has an hour before his shift, we’re going to stay in his room. The fact he even offered blows my mind.
His leaving isn’t ideal, but I couldn’t exactly explain why I wanted him to bow out of work without raising suspicion.
I open the door and am immediately wrapped up in Raph’s arms. He kisses me like a starving man, stealing my breath and making my core ache with need. Theo grabs my chin and angles me toward his waiting mouth, where he swallows my low moan.
“Well? What are you waiting for, house leader? And don’t even try to pretend like you haven’t missed her these past few days,” Raphael challenges Zeke. I want to laugh, but something about the charge in the air keeps me still.
Our eyes lock, and something snaps within him. Instantly, he’s at Raph’s other side, fisting my hair in his grip tight enough to shoot little sparks directly to my clit. I suck in a breath, and he pounces, using the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue.
If I thought I was hot before, it’s nothing compared to this.
The kiss softens as he pulls back, which only makes me want them all more. Just not here. I have too many secrets hiding in here right now. “Take me upstairs. Now. And then I want all of you naked.”
My words spark them into action, and I laugh when, not fifteen seconds later, we’re standing in front of Zeke’s top-floor room, where he struggles to unlock the door.
It probably doesn’t help that I’ve got my arms wrapped around him from behind, stroking his dick through his pants. “Hurry up, Zeke,” I whimper.
“Fuck!” he growls. “Don’t think you won’t”—he pauses to let out a low moan—“pay for this, hummingbird.”
His words only make me smile and squeeze his length.
He finally gets the door unlocked, but I don’t even have a moment to think before he’s facing me, gripping my cheeks in his big hands, and causing my lips to purse together. In contrast to the rough grip, he places the softest kiss on my mouth. “Go inside and strip for us. Put on a good show, and I’ll make it worth your while.” Then he drops all contact with me and backs up, letting me pass through the threshold untouched.
With a promise like that, I’ll do whatever he wants.
I walk by Raphael and Theo, who watch me like they’re not at all upset with Zeke’s demand.
If it’s a show they want, it’s a show they’ll get.
Waiting for them to get inside and shut the door is torture.Could you walk any slower?I huff through the bond.
So eager to strip for us, are you, little sun?
A shy smile spreads across my face.I’m aching to have all your eyes on me.
Theo stands in the open door, his gaze darting between Raph and Zeke, before he finally shuts it.You’re the only thing we see, firefly.
His words cause my heart to flutter as I finally begin taking off my clothes. Theo stays by the closed door, Raph sits with his legs spread and his hand resting on his leg, and Zeke takes up his normal perch against the wall. Each of them watches me.
I close my eyes and hum a tune, slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt. My hips sway to the internal beat, and with every inch of skin I expose, I feel the eyes of my men searing me—tracking every movement with rapt attention.
When I’ve undone all the buttons, I hold the front closed and tease them with small glimpses. Not wearing a bra was probably the best decision I made today. The thought solidifies as I finally separate the two sides of my shirt, revealing my hardened nipples, and letting the fabric fall to the floor behind me. I keep my eyes shut, but the groans from the guys make me smile.
Continuing to hum, I kick off my shoes and pull down my leggings—let’s be real, there’s no sexy way to pull skintight pants off, alright?—until the only thing I’m left in is my underwear. I rarely wear thongs—wedgies are the devil’s work—but I made an exception for this occasion.
I open my eyes to the sight of the guys fully dressed while I’m almost completely naked. Oh, now this is hot. The moment solidifies my want for tonight to be about them. The guys I’m obsessed with. I don’t know if I’ll survive without the three of them in my life, and with the outcome of tomorrow unknown, I need to show them how I feel tonight—so they never have to guess.
