Page 31 of Wings of Valor
Theo expertly strokes my clit beneath the water until I’m a writhing mess. Bliss takes over, and I whisper Zeke’s name, begging our bond to carry it to him. Before the last shocks of pleasure leave me, the men I love move as one. Their fingers fight for dominance between my legs.
I watch as Raphael shoves two fingers inside me and pulses them against my sweet spot. His movements are slow. Controlled. What is he waiting for?
Then, I feel Theo’s fingers at my entrance, and before I can comprehend what he’s doing, he’s pushing two of them inside to rest against Raph’s.
I feel so fucking full.
Neither of them move their fingers. They allow my body time to stretch and adjust to this foreign feeling, all while lavishing other parts of my body with attention.
Zeke would love watching this. I could see him wanting to fuck my ass while both of them were buried in my pussy. A shiver races over me, and I gasp. Is that even possible?
Suddenly, they begin to move. At first it’s little pulses from Raph and small thrusts from Theo. But with every passing second, it intensifies until I’m not even sure I’m still fully coherent.
I can’t look away from the sight between my legs. Can’t stop thinking of Zeke, wishing he were here to add his fingers to the mix. Then I’d be truly complete. Whole.
Theo pumps faster while Raphael’s fingers tap repeatedly against this button of pleasure that makes my head spin. His thumb presses into my clit and little shots of electricity race through me.
It’s so fucking hot.I’mso hot.
Pressure builds low in my belly, and it feels like I’m going to burst. I try to hold back, unsure of this new sensation.
“Let go, firefly.”
“For Zeke. Let him know what’s waiting for him when he comes home.”
Their words trigger something inside me, and just like that, I snap.
A scream rips from my throat as my pussy flutters around their fingers. They don’t relent. In fact, it seems to have pushed them into some sort of frenzy because they only fuck me harder with their fingers, throwing me headfirst into another mind-boggling orgasm.
When I come down, I barely manage to open my eyes. When did I even close them?
I’m no longer in the tub. Instead, Theo cradles me against his body while Raph dries me off with a fluffy towel. Exhaustion pulls at my eyelids, making them fall closed again, but I’m aware of being lifted and carried somewhere. They place me on a soft bed, each taking up a spot on either side of me.
I wish Zeke were here too, cuddled up with us.
Without effort, I find my mental pathway to him and cling to it as sleep finally claims me.
13
If sleep is peaceful, then why is my heart beating so fast?
I move my arm, trying to find a comfier position, but all it does is send a wave of discomfort through me as blood flow returns to my dead arm. I feel like a pincushion with how much it stings and tingles all at once.
As much as I want to groan, I keep quiet. If Hayliel and the others are sleeping nearby, I don’t want to wake them.
I shift again, another round of imaginary needles pushing through my arm. Fuck me. I must’ve been lying on it for hours.
It’s dark, or at least, I think it is. I can’t really tell. Something feels off, but I can’t place it. Right as that thought enters my mind, I catch a scent that turns my stomach. Copper and dust and something undeniably foul make me want to throw up. Then, as if someone flipped a switch, I’m bombarded withsound. Angels whisper somewhere nearby, though I can’t make out their words. Behind their whispered voices, a steady hum grows louder. It’s like whoever controls the volume doesn’t care that it feels like my ears might start bleeding at any second.
I scramble to cover my ears and get away from that horrid scent, but I realize I’m not on a bed like I thought. My hands don’t drift over soft linen; instead, I find hard, uneven stone beneath my fingers.
Where am I?
My head throbs again. I press harder against my ears, trying to stop the insufferable noise. There’s a moment of peace, but it doesn’t last. I feel the limp, wet strands of my hair beneath my hands and wonder what the fuck is happening. Why is my hair wet? Why am I on a stone floor? And why does my entire body feel grimy and slick with sweat?
I lick my dry lips and instantly regret it as the taste of salt, dirt, and something chemical coats my taste buds. Without thinking, I spit my saliva out on the ground, desperate to get the taste out of my mouth.
When I glance back up, a shaft of light illuminates my surroundings, making me freeze. Metal bars. Stone walls. And no sign of Hayliel, Raphael, or Theo anywhere.
