Page 29 of Wrath of One
My mind clears just slightly, even if my breath never calms.
“You won’t share her?” Syko asks from over my shoulder. His chest warms my back as he settles in against me. His hand slips between mine and Phoenix’s hips, and he slides his fingers down my sex, his hand rocking steadily against the incubus’s hard outline hidden beneath his jeans. “Hate to break it to you, but you already share her.” I watch the nephilim’s dark eyes as he rolls his fingers over my clit hard before lifting his hand to his mouth and ever so slowly sliding two fingers across his lips to suck my essence into his mouth.
Phoenix’s eyes heat before he narrows them on the man behind me. “You know what I fucking mean.”
“No. I don’t.” Syko rests his head adorably against my shoulder. “Maybe you should explain it to the other three men who share in your relationship with Izara.”
Saint snorts charmingly from behind us, but it doesn’t ease the annoyance in Phoenix’s features.
“I—I can’t compete with a fucking angel. You three fucks are so imperfect it makes me look good every goddamn day. But an angel? Who can fucking deal with that? Izara and him are practically meant to be together. They’re perfect for each other.” Phoenix says all that while holding me hard against him like he’ll never let me go.
“Well… perfect except he’s myuncle, Phoenix. He’s helping me because we’re family. And he doesn’t want to see me end up like him.”
His eyebrows shoot up. A lightbulb flickers on among all that jealous insecurity.
My palm skims up his strong jawline, and I try to push away all the confusing emotions written all over his handsome face. Insecurity is possibly the most human emotion of them all.
My sweet asshole demon does have a soul.
He’s always had one.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
But I kiss the word away.
“I want to know what Azazel told you to tell me.” I shift higher in his arms, and when I rock against him, he groans low in his throat. His fingers dig into my ass, and I’m suddenly aware Syko is pushing the material of my ripped dress up higher and higher, before pulling it from my body entirely.
Heated attention warms my naked body from all angles.
I asked for an explanation, but it looks like Phoenix only knows how to explain the valleys and dips of my curves at the moment.
“Azazel said…” The incubus’s deep eyes narrow, and whatever he’s trying to remember doesn't seem that terribly important. “He said… you need two sides.” He nods slowly, but I don’t know that he actually believes what he’s relaying to me right now.
“Two sides?” I try to make sense of that. “Like him and the vampires? I need them both?” My heart sinks, thinking about it all, and my hands drop suddenly to my sides.
All of this feels impossible.
Gargoyles swoop above us, too focused on the bloodshed down below to see me watching them. I feel like the dark skies above them are pressing down on me.
We’ll never fix what I’ve so stupidly screwed up.
Warm hands brush against my stomach, but Syko never drifts down between my thighs. Instead, he unclasps Phoenix’s pants. The demon’s eyebrows rise, but he doesn’t speak as he looks from me to the nephilim behind me, not even when Syko shoves down the other man’s jeans and guides the head of his cock against my wetness.
“Just forget all that for a little while,” Syko whispers against my ear, his words fanning intimately across my skin.
My breath catches as I watch his big palm stroke down Pheonix’s shaft before his fingers tease my sex just lightly, dragging right back up the veiny path of the demon’s cock before doing it all over again. He teases us both, makes us both moan and grind against one another simply from the way he touches us.
Only a few seconds pass before Phoenix lifts me abruptly and then he’s right there. His thickness skims my entrance, and he holds my gaze with every slow shift of our hips. Inch by inch he fills me. My mouth hovers and gasps over his, and he just breathes in every desperate sound that falls from my lips.
His hips work slowly against mine, and Syko holds me for him. The nephilim’s hands cradle my ass, spreading even more for the even strokes of his friend’s cock. The two of them tighten the energy in my core until it’s wound so fast together that I can barely catch my breath.
When Syko groans hard against my neck, I look back toward him and find Saint there too. The vampire’s hand is lowered out of sight, but I see the flex of his biceps with every up and down movement of his hand. His shining blue eyes catch mine, and he kisses my shoulder sweetly, as if he’s not doing anything dirty at all. It only takes a moment before he sinks those sharp fangs in.
It’s the pierce of pain and pleasure that collide in symphonies of waves throughout my body. It slams orgasm after orgasm through me with a single bite of his teeth.
As I tremble between the other two men, the vampire slides his tongue slowly across his perfect white teeth. “My teeth are better than your cock, incubus. Your kind would be so embarrassed right now.” Saint’s other hand slides down the hard abs of the demon’s chest and then drifts down his body even lower. And lower. And lower.
Phoenix’s lashes flutter, but he never replies.
