Page 81 of Midnight Reign
“Gone.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure if that is a good thing or bad thing.”
“Yeah, well, we are on our own,” Zephyr says and then, peers at me. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” I lie, deciding to keep this between me and… me.
“You just said you know what you have to do,” Zaiah points out, busting me.
“Did I?” I say innocently. “I don’t remember.”
He narrows his eyes but doesn’t refute me.
That’s better. Treachery is so boring.
I grit my teeth and ignore her, the sheet dropping down my naked body. The guys’ reactions are instantaneous.
Corvus and Zephyr go all predatory, while Ignatius and Zaiah move in closer. Zaiah leans down to suck my nipple into his mouth, and I throw my head back as the sheets are ripped away from me, exposing me to them all.
“Fuck,” I pant as Zephyr, using magick, removes his clothes quickly and nestles between my legs. He spreads them wide and, with a wicked grin, ducks his head and dives in, his tongue lapping at my clit. I moan loudly, my hands buried in his dark hair as he continues his relentless assault.
Ignatius kneels beside us, watching with a hungry gaze as he undresses. He leans over to capture my lips in a bruising kiss, tasting like fire and desire. My fingers fumble with his pants, desperate to feel him against me.
Corvus and Zaiah are not far behind, their own clothes discarded quickly. Zaiah’s hands roam my body as his mouth teases my nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Ignatius whispers hot words in my ear, setting my skin alight.
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, surrounded by my men, their touches and kisses driving me wild. Each one knows exactly how to touch me, how to please me. I feel like I’m on the edge of something incredible, something that will change me forever.
The connection between us is electric, a spark that ignites a fire in my soul. I feel my powers surging, merging with theirs in a way I’ve never experienced before. This is the ritual. It has to be. But why here, why now…?
“Malachar!” I yell, suddenly, pushing them away, propping myself up on my elbows.
Zephyr stops what he is doing and glares at me from between my legs. “Excuse me?” he hisses.
I wave a hand dismissively. “Don’t be an idiot. He said something that makes no sense.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“He said, ‘I am at your service, my Queen.’ What did he mean? If he wanted to harm Crimson, he wouldn’t have been so… so…” I click my fingers a few times, looking for the right word.
“Subservient,” Zephyr says, getting where I’m going.
I point at him. “Exactly. Why did he do that? Say that?”
“Can we discuss this after I’ve got my dick wet?” Corvus says, moving in again and trailing his fingers down my body to press down on my clit, sending a jolt of unfettered lust shooting through me.
“Yes,” I pant. “It can wait.”
“Thank fuck,” Zephyr murmurs and goes down on me again, thrusting his tongue into my pussy, making me buck like a rodeo girl.
Corvus and Zaiah join Zephyr, their lips and fingers exploring my body as Ignatius kisses me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine. I feel them merging with me, their powers mingling with mine and Crimson… she’s noticeably absent.
Thank fuck.
Although she could be plotting, right now, I need her gone.
I gasp as Zaiah’s power surges within me, granting my wishes without me even speaking them. My body becomes more responsive, more sensitive to their touch. I moan into Ignatius’s mouth as Corvus teases my skin with his fangs, the pleasure and pain driving me wild.
Zephyr’s magick releases a burst of energy that sends my orgasm suddenly and ferociously crashing over the edge of the cliff. My thighs tremble as I ride the wave. He kneels and grips them and then slams into me, making me gasp as my tight pussy clenches around him, nowhere near done with the magickally induced climax.
