Page 27 of The Surrender

At this moment, I stop tracing the scars on his arms. Stop at the midway point of his forearm. As much as my body trembles with the secret request lingering upon my tongue, I tuck it into a small corner of my heart. Instead, I slowly and tenderly bring my arms to the outer side of his. I show him. Through touch, through pain, through meaning, I don’t eclipse my beauty over his pain. I simply share it.

“Touch them, Merikh,” I bid him. “Touch me.” The moment that Merikh curves his strong fingers onto my open palms where the scars and ink have married in a beautiful union, I look up into Kyan’s eyes and urge, “Touch them, Shadow. Touch me.”

The upper half of his wings lift. They remain powerful without ruffling or tightening. My skin becomes their invitation. More tears fall. Time stands still as they take their time. At first, just my arms. Kyan lowers his upper half, so he may press his lips to my ink-covered scars, transcribing his touch upon my beauty, upon my pain, upon my trauma.

A million little words contained within the soul of every scar. I haven’t shared the story with them. Which makes me just as much of a mystery to them as they are to me. We are fire. We are storms. We are need. We are blood and heat and fire and flesh and bodies.

But we are not soul and heart and depth and the utter peace of knowing and accepting. We are not the quiet moment of bliss that comes from staring into the abyss and becoming one with it when it stares back.

Something deep inside me wants and knows we will be.

For now, I surrender to their fingertips touching and memorizing the scars beneath my tattoos. They cannot possibly understand how much I longed for the pain in a world that was so numb. Just as they cannot understand the pain I want when Kyan unleashes his hard and throbbing cock to vibrate inside me. He pulls out too soon, and I moan right until Merikh stabs his dick so deep within me, forcing me to feel every inch of his metallic crosses.

With their fingers caressing my arms, their ravenous tongues curling chaotic patterns along my throat and breasts, and their cocks spearing me one at a time, in and out, switching back and forth, I clench hard. I take my power at that moment. I take my pleasure. They don't penetrate me together. Not yet. But Merikh comes close, squeezing in almost right before his partner pulls out.

I take control over every moment we’ve shared since Kyan first dipped me into this lake alongside his lover/brother.

And as they share me, as they each thrust into me to build to their release, I take mine first! The energy of the mountains, that magnetic pull he spoke of comes in waves to crash into my body. It licks its lightning in my blood and thunders its way into my nerves like a storm to thrash upon the mountains.

All those hours, I could not become one with the storm...until now.

20

Big, big, BIG mistake!

QUINTESSA

A growl stirs me from the languid heat of my subconscious.

A thin sheet barely covers my back, but I’m hardly chilly since I’m sandwiched between Kyan and Merikh. The vampire’s sharp intake of breath is my signal that he’s more than alert. Once I shift so my backside rubs against his already-hard groin, another growl thunders from a chest...but not his chest.

I gasp and swing my head up, flicking my eyes to the dragon god seething at the end of the bed, ears steaming, nostrils sizzling with embers. A low chuckle behind me while Kyan shows the evidence of his consciousness...and arousal as he pulls me closer to his chest and hums his contentment across my brow. It’s obvious he’s goading Drago when he flexes his wings, stretching them as they grow.

Just as Drago stiffens, scales rupturing upon his chest, Mayce sways into the room and cups his partner’s shoulder to calm him. “Steady, Drago.” Mayce glances at me, and I blush under the fae king’s hazel eyes - a mirror of the golden dawn upon the mountains. While he heaves a sigh for me, he directs his attention to his brothers on either side of me, pinching his eyes. “If anyone has the right to be put out, it’s me.”

Yes, Mayce is the only one who hasn’t fucked me. The only one whose dynamic with me is still largely unknown. Every time I see him, I can’t help but shrink from his gorgeousness. Even now, clad in long robes of velvet brocade decorated with gold and silver lace, I feel even more naked beneath his gaze. Like the fae can strip me of skin to expose the flesh and muscles.

Blushing even more, I bite my lower lip and scooch beneath the sheet until I huddle there. Oh, big, big, BIG mistake.

Bursts of white-hot shock shoot like geysers into me from how I’ve just removed the thin barrier between my vision and...

“Savage mercies!” I squeak when each massive cock jerks against the sides of my body, demanding my attention.

I don’t care how hot it is under here from my burning blood, burning cheeks, burning everything. Or how I can barely breathe when faced with two monster god cocks. The uncontained masculine laughter from beyond the sheet has me scooting even further under the covers.

“Care to come out, little dove?” Merikh lifts the sheet a little, triggering liquid desire straight to my core from his smoldering dark eyes.

I press my arms over my breasts and cover my mouth with my fists, hoping he didn’t see my embarrassed smile. Almost eye-level with it now, I could simply lower my head and fold my lips around the crown with its magic cross glinting in the shade. Kyan’s cock twitches against the back of my neck.

“There’s a reason they call it 'morning wood',” retorts Merikh with a husky chuckle while he rubs the top of my mussy gray hair.

My smile turns to a grin. Last night was so...different. It was cold, deep, and intimate as we shared the surface of our scars. And now...it’s settled in my heart, glittering like a new sunrise.

It amazes me how fast the winds can change. Not that I mind riding the current. After all, compared to all the generic twig dicks in the borderland, my monsters might as well have logs for their morning wood.

“Want some breakfast in bed, Quinny dear?” Kyan quips with a hearty laugh.

Only now am I aware of my hollow belly softly grumbling its hunger. But under the sheets, my eyes are too big for my stomach, so I shouldn’t let my appetite run away with me too much.

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