Page 54 of Destruction of Two
“Get on with it, Castillo,” is Syko’s only reply.
And so I do.
My shoulder blades shift. Strong tendons stretch in the cool night air as I slowly lift my heavy wings. The tips of them shine in the darkness from a few feet away from my body and I’m just now aware of how much space they truly take up. I can’t even see Malek standing just behind me.
Syko’s gaze skims along my neck, my breasts, my stomach and then finally he remembers what he’s actually supposed to be inspecting.
His fingertips lightly graze the leather curve of my left wing in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.
“I think you fall short,” he tells me and I roll my eyes.
My palm settles flat against his stomach and I take my time drifting up to his heart. My pulse speeds when I see him swallow slowly.
Malek’s fingers brush across the ends of my wings, his head tilting as he looks at my dark wing and then Syko’s glowing, white feathers. He shakes his head this way and that, as if this is a real competition that’s going by the Official WingSpan books and such.
“He has you beat by about one feather, mi corazón.”
My lips screw up on my face and there’s a single second that I feel like I came in last.
Then warm lips press along my neck, teeth lightly racking against my skin just as cold fingers push firmly over my navel. “I like your little wings actually,” Saint whispers, sending shivers across my skin.
“Theyare notlittle.”Oh my god, why am I having this conversation and why am I put off by the fact that I lost?
My simmering annoyance slips away like a lost thought the moment his hands push higher, his palm sneaking beneath my bra and palming my breast before I can even remember to breathe again. When I do, my gasp catching momentarily, warm lips press slowly to mine.
My wings slowly pull in tightly against my back and the measuring and taunting humor falls away.
Syko takes his time flicking his tongue along mine, his fingers skimming my sides like a whisper across my skin in the most teasing, tormenting way.
And then Saint’s touch abruptly pulls away, my feet stumbling without his support behind me. Syko and I both look up as Saint shoves Malek into the place he was just occupying, all but showing him where his hands should grope against my skin. Malek holds my hips, but the werewolf is just as confused as I am.
“Where are you going?” I ask the vampire on a breathless tone.
Saint’s gaze sweeps over the shadowy trees but when he glances my way, he’s all false smiles and addicting personality. “I’ll be right back. Be ready for me,” he whispers with the sinful glint in his eyes.
I don’t like it. I don’t like his strange behavior one bit.
Syko watches him with narrowed eyes, seemingly having the exact same thoughts as I am. His dark eyes look down at me before watching the vampire be absorbed by the shadows of the night.
He steps back, his hands slowly falling away. “I’ll be right back,” he says and I nod to him like we’re agreeing.
“Make sure he’s safe.” I squeeze his hand once before he disappears just as Saint did.
Phoenix slides his calloused hands across my hips, just above Malek’s. Closer he pulls me but he doesn’t tear me away from the man behind me. He’s… sharing in a way.
“Don’t worry about him,” Phoenix says on the quietest rasping tone that sends a zing of desire straight to my core. He’s in total incubus mode, his voice carrying that heavy tinge of desperate wanting that he pulses into me. His mouth is warm against my jaw as he makes me all the promises in the world. “He’s stronger than he lets people believe. He’s also smarter than he allows anyone to realize.” Sharp teeth drag across my flesh and my core tightens just from his touch alone.
Phoenix has the alluring ability of distraction. Complete sexual distraction. And he’s using it fully now. The magic swirling around him is a bit overwhelming, and all too welcoming. I feel like I’ll come with just a touch alone.
I used to think I affected him the way he did me because of destiny or fate or fairytale love that humans recite nonstop to their children.
Now I know though. As much as I’d love to believe love has everything to do with it, it’s power that sways our bodies together. The hellacious magic within me is the source that brings him to life. And I never realized it until I found myself thriving at the center of more power than I’ve ever imagined.
“Take off your shorts,” he demands, shoving at the thin material at my hips.
Before I even reply, Malek’s big hands thrust down my sides, letting the cool air hit my flesh fully. My shorts drop around my feet. My fluttering lashes never fully open before a warm breath is between my legs. Sharp nails dig into my hips as Malek bends my body forward in a raw, primitive position the way I know he likes. My hips arch in the air as I fold forward, still clutching onto Phoenix.
It’s the last thing I expect from him, but I feel the scrape of his big palm slide down my skin as he drops to his knees behind me, and then the flat of his tongue laps against my folds, swirling along my clit. The moan that slips from my lips is silenced by Phoenix’s slow chaste kisses. The incubus’s fingers make slow work skimming a scorching path down my abdomen, across my hip bones and then ever so slowly, he pushes over my clit. Malek’s mouth slides lower in response, holding me harder as he fucks me with his tongue.
