Page 149 of Amethyst and Iron
“Well, this is a hell of a thing to wake up to.”
I smiled at the sound of Velra’s voice—and the heat in it. Heat that I could also feel now raging through our Soul Brand.
I looked over my shoulder to see her sitting up and brushing her long, ombre hair out of her face, her attention sliding to each of us in turn, before a sly smile spread over her lips.
Her gaze zeroed in on Sylas. “Tormenting our wild wolf… naughty necromancer.”
Barely able to focus in any stable or useful fashion with Lazriel licking and sucking my wing and opening for me sobeautifully as he tasted me on his own fingers, all I could do was watch as Velra rolled over me, then crawled across mine and Lazriel’s legs to Sylas.
She went to his side, his gaze flicking to hers with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion while he continued fiercely tending to Lazriel’s cock on his knees.
With a spark of her magic, Velra had Sylas’ pants off, stripping him bare.
“Here’s a little torment for you,” she spoke, a moment before I watched her call her shadows. They swirled around Sylas’ hardness, then brushed his shaft with sudden flicks that had him jerking. “Sweettorment, hmm?” Velra teased, stroking his back, while she wove her shadows around his cock.
“Fuck, that shit is the best,” Lazriel said.
Sylas trembled and ripped his mouth from Lazriel’s length, a long, deep curse escaping him, before he fisted Velra’s hair and crushed his mouth to hers.
I watched her shadows swirl faster, and then she snapped her fingers, and her purple Dark Fae magic sparked against his crown, making him tear from their kiss and clutch her shoulders as he shuddered.
“Fuck… ungh,” he choked, looking down between them as her purple sparks traveled along his shaft, melding perfectly with her shadow magic.
I felt her elation through our Brand, but it was all over her face as well, clear as the brightest day. She was using her magic and even blending her hybrid natures as one, in her complete and utter control, on her terms, at her will.
At her pleasure.
Well, and that of Sylas.
“You like?” she teased. “Lazriel enjoyed my shadows playing with him before.”
“Lazriel really fucking did,” Lazriel said, breathing heavily and trying to focus through the torrent of sexual intensity that Sylas had levied upon him. So much so that precum was literally dripping all over the sheets from him.
One more push, the slightest touch, and he would taste release.
Yes, he certainly would.
With a sharp shrug, I put my wings away, sealing them within with magic, and then I pounced on him, rolling him onto his front.
“Yes!” he cried so beautifully needy.
I fisted his hair so he was looking at Sylas and Velra, so close to them, and then I tore off my white pajama pants, spread his muscular ass cheeks open, then dragged my shaft between them, back and forth over his little hole.
He howled out into the room as he came with violent shudders.
Being what—and who—he was, it wasn’t enough, however, and in moments he was trying to push back against me.
He writhed beneath me, clutching at the sheets, and even clawing at them and shredding pieces of fabric, utterly beside himself.
“Do it… Cas… please,” he begged, biting at the sheets.
“Careful,” Velra told me.
I smiled at her reassuringly. I would always be, no matter if Lazriel did not share that concern, even though he should. I would not take him raw and unprepared.
A cry from Sylas drew my attention, just as Velra took him over the edge and he came all over himself, holding her to him with his hands under her shirt and kneading her breasts.
She grinned and ripped her shirt over her head, clearly intending to tease him more.
