Page 81 of Bizarre Bonds
Maybe even a sort of family.
Raze moves first, his sinewy arm sliding around me. As he presses his mouth to the top of my head, his brawny frame lines up against my shorter, softer body.
A waft of devotion that’s got a lot more spice to it tickles over my tongue.
“Our Glowbug has shown us how much we mean to her,” he says in a rumble. “I think we should show her just how well we can work together to adore her.”
Hail’s eyebrows arch higher. “Allof us? At the same time?”
His tone is dry, but a flare of his own heated desire tingles through me.
“Why not?” Raze nuzzles my temple. “We’re all joined together through her. We can accept each other just as much as she accepts each of us, can’t we? I want to see every part of her lit up the way no one but us can manage.”
Jonah wets his lips, but he stays where he is. “I’m not sure—Peri and I have barely done anything?—”
I smile at him. “Whatever you want to do, whether you’re comfortable with Raze’s idea or not, it’s all okay.”
Mirage lets out a light chuckle. “But you can feel it, can’t you? How muchshewants it? Rainbow, you always taste delicious.”
The fox shifter closes in at my other side and nibbles the shell of my ear. At my pleased gasp, more carnal hunger flares in all four of my men.
“I can feel you so well,” Hail says with a kind of wonder. “Even clearer than before. Every response. Everything that gets you off.”
He strokes his hand around the curve of my breast before flicking his thumb over the nipple. Pleasure sparks through my flesh alongside my noise of approval.
Jonah eases between Hail and Raze and trails his fingers from my jaw down my neck to my shoulder. As my pulse jumps giddily at his caress, he inhales sharply.
“You do want this,” he says, and it’s not a question. He must be able to sense how much the idea of being adored by all four of my men at once thrills me.
I tease my hand down the front of his shirt. “I’ve never even gotten to have you yet. It’s not too much?”
“No,” he says in a raw voice. “No, I think it’s perfect.”
Then his mouth is crashing into mine, and the thrum of affection and desire drowns out the rest of the world. All I can feel now is that delicious heat flooding my body inside and out: Jonah’s kiss, the other men’s caresses, all the ways their bodies encompass mine.
Hail slides his hand beneath my jacket, and Raze helps him peel it off. The winter fae tugs the strap of my dress down my arm so he can dip his hand beneath the fabric and cup my breast skin to skin.
He hums to himself. “Peri is so dedicated to appreciating every part of us. Maybe we should see how many different aspects she can enjoy. Sometimes the heat”—he nips the crook of my jaw with a wash of hot breath—“is even more potent with a little chill mixed in.”
With those last words, he sends a tiny flare of frost over my nipple. The shock brings a gasp to my lips, and the warm stroke of his thumb following it sets off an even sharper jolt of bliss.
Raze lets out a rumble that reverberates into me where our bodies are pressed together. “She liked that. Do it again.”
Hail shows no sign of annoyance at being ordered around. With a cocky grin, he dips his head to close his mouth around the tip of one breast while reaching between me and Jonah to give the other his thrilling cold-and-hot treatment.
Raze sets his hand on my belly, just above the spot where I’m aching most. “Maybe we should all find our ways to give Peri everything we have to offer. Would a little fierceness make the tenderness sweeter?”
He draws his fingertips across my dress, the claws he’s extended drawing little lines of not-quite-pain across my abdomen through the fabric. Sparks quiver over my skin. When he smooths the spot over with a gentler caress, a whimper slips out of me between my kisses with Jonah.
Mirage chuckles. “Our Rainbow wants to enjoy every color.” He trails his hand over my hip and squeezes my ass. “I can be right here with you, staying grounded together. And I can send you soaring far away too.”
A tremor of his supernatural power passes through my mind, and all at once I do feel like I’m soaring—as if my feet have floated off the ground, my body drifting in a buoyant breeze.
As my breath catches with my surprise, Mirage pulls me out of the illusion with another provocative squeeze. A heady shiver ripples through my nerves.
Raze teases his claws across my belly again, dipping almost to my sex. Hail laps a chilly streak across my nipple and then sucks the peak of my breast into his scorching mouth.
The dueling sensations drench me with pleasure. My hips sway with kindling need.
