Page 76 of The Surrender

Kyan simply smiles and winks at me as if letting me know it was Merikh’s line the whole time. “Touch us, Quinny dear,” he directs me, taking my one hand to close around the base of his shaft. It pulses, then vibrates under my touch.

I stroke my fingers across Merikh’s shaft, marveling at how I can feel those silver crosses as they stab into his partner’s anus, leaving me wondering…what it would feel like. Penetration of any kind there.

They find one another’s mouths on one side of me. This close, with their dicks pumping hard into one another beneath my hands and my nipples rasping against Kyan’s chest while he rocks his pelvis against my body, their energy surrounds me. Raw, masculine, dominating, and dangerous fire and ice.

Their cocks grow so hard and impossibly thick. Anytime I look down to find Merikh’s cock with those glinting magic crosses penetrating Kyan’s anus or Kyan’s thick member vibrating into Merikh’s dark hole, I almost combust.

It’s no comfort to find their limbs trembling because they’re not shaking anywhere close to how wildly I am. And they’ve born me this whole time.

At least by now, Kyan’s wings have begun their healing.

Kyan’s cock vibrates stronger. Merik stabs harder. They rock faster. Like wind and the waves, they form a riptide to drag me under the depth of their love and lust. I’ve only scratched the surface of their histories.

The second Merikh grabs his partner’s hair and rakes his teeth along the angel’s throat, I feel Kyan shudder.

“You know me, Merikh.”

My heart somersaults. Because I know that lilt! I throw my arms around his neck and collapse against his chest.

“Strange as darkness and wily as the winds,” follows Merikh, his voice taking on a husky edge not even I have heard. “Mad as blazes and black as sin.”

“I am the storm of your soul, vampire.”

I bury my head in his chest.

“Pick at the scab some more, old friend,” says Merikh. “Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it fester.”

“She has seen, yes, she has,” croons Shadow as he strokes the back of my hair.

“And she’s here to stay.”

“I’ll never let you go, my spirit moth.”

“Shadow...” I whisper, holding tight to him, not wanting him to slip away. “Oracle,” I whimper.

“Now, Kyanatu.”

They stab each other deeply, trapping me between them as they kiss, opening one another’s mouths and groaning deeply from their throats. I love the way they gaze at each other the whole time, eyes locked. How their lips part in mutual threaded pants while their cocks twitch beneath me. So fucking hot. So gruelingly sexy.

“That was...” I gasp, swinging my head between them with no words for it. “Thank you,” is all I can say.

“Oh, we’re not done,” the angel chuckles heatedly and fondles my breast. “Are we, Merry?”

“You’re close to getting another whipping, brat,” warns the god.

Kyan simply snorts, and the two of them carry me into the water where the angel may fully heal from his wounds. A heated wind skirts the lake, melting the ice and the snow along the bank. Like the ice disappearing, all the blood washes away.

Not once do they let me go or stray. Not even when they bring me back to the bank where their mouths descend upon my body, kindling fire into every nerve ending and lighting up all the synapses in my brain.

They’re torturing me. Of that, I know since they both share a devious smirk whenever they squeeze and fondle my breasts and give my erect nipples little pinches before moving down to torment my clitoris. They rub their erections along the base of my ass and thighs, which only stirs my longing.

Anytime the pressure coils so tight inside me, I feel ready to explode, they withdraw. Sometimes, they turn me, shifting me, so I face Merikh and his depthless-hooded eyes, his dangerous beauty, and the carnal nightmare that chills my spine and ignites every one of my nerves.

Just like the first time before he fucked me, he robs me of all my breath. His mouth captures mine, forcing me to open and surrender to him, surrender to them both as Kyan rubs my hot, swollen nub again. The angel kisses the back of my neck and sends a ripple of chilly wind to intensify the tingles skittering up my spine.

Merikh is the icy brutality and dark danger before me. A riptide determined to pull me under. Kyan is the warm, strong wind driving him onward. Oh, gods, they’ll drown me at this rate!

Back and forth, over the course of how long I can’t fathom, they edge me to orgasm. And stop me short every time. Like they’re preparing me for something. Driving me to desperation and madness with how much I’ve creamed myself and wet their skin and cocks with my own juices.

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