Page 54 of Vicious Little Vows
He released my hand and there was no sting. The cut had healed. And there was no lingering blood as he cupped my jaw, his lips feeding at my mouth.
The kiss deepened, my body igniting with a new kind of magic—primal and urgent like the wild magic of the Bogs. Mistral pulled me to my feet, his hands exploring the curves of my body as the forest around us seemed to pulse with anticipation. The concentrated magic we’d imbibed made everything feel soft. The smell of the wildflowers was divine. I felt like I could hear more too. I could hear all the woodland creatures retreating into the forest, where glowing motes now bobbed amongst the trees.
"The binding isn't complete," Gabriel said, his voice husky as he stepped forward. His fingers traced the line of my jaw as Mistral moved to kiss my neck.
With a nod of acceptance from me, Gabriel moved behind me, his hands sliding around my waist. It was right for him to be a part of this. I might be the one binding myself to Mistral and the Bogs, but Gabriel was just as bound by his oaths.
My head fell back as sensations overwhelmed me, glittering stars shining at the edges of my vision. I could sense Crispin and Sebastian both waiting, drawn to the magic, but not closing that final space. The ceremonial site transformed around us, the meadow giving way to soft moss and flower petals that seemed to bloom instantaneously. The stars around us intensified, casting an ethereal glow on our skin.
I gasped as Mistral's hands slipped within the high slit on my dress, his fingers tracing fire along my thighs. The touch sparked something ancient within me. Something that belonged not just to me or the guys, but to the land itself.
Gabriel’s hands moved to the straps of my dress, the land’s magic filling me so completely that all I could do was lean back against him. The fabric fell away, pooling at my feet. The wildflower air kissed my skin, warm and inviting.
I sensed Sebastian stepping forward, opening my eyes to watch my stars twinkling around his face. “May I?” he asked, his voice reverent as he reached for me.
Funny, I had never known him to ask permission, but something about the ritual had drawn away any hints of teasing or sarcasm. I nodded, unable to form words as Mistral turned my head so that his mouth might claim mine again. Sebastian took the position in front of me, his hands sliding across my thin bra, cupping my breasts with a light touch that quickly gave way to hunger. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
I expected the land to reject a devil joining the ritual, but it only pulsed with more magic around us.
I moaned as Gabriel joined the exploration, his lips trailing down my spine, hands sliding around to caress my stomach. The sensation of three pairs of hands on my body was overwhelming, each touch distinct yet harmonious.
Mistral lowered me to the wildflowers. The stars pulsed around us in rhythm with my racing heart. Gabriel knelt beside me, his fingers tracing patterns along my collarbone before dipping lower.
"May the land witness our union," Mistral said, his voice thick with desire as he stretched out beside me, his mouth finding my breast through the thin fabric of my bra.
But something was missing. Our bond wasn't complete, and the land wanted all of it.
As if summoned by my thoughts, Crispin appeared in my view. I held out a hand toward him, and his eyes widened. He was a part of everything, but he never seemed to believe it.
When he didn't come closer, I thought maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn’t want to be included. I started to lower my hand, then he abruptly dropped to his knees before me, one hand sliding tentatively up my thigh, testing.
Sebastian nipped my breast opposite Mistral and I arched my back, inviting Crispin to explore. I moaned as his hands parted my thighs, his fingers delving past my underwear, finding me already slick with desire. I gasped as his touch sent electricity through my veins, the magic of the ritual amplifying every sensation.
"Are you ready, dear Eva?" Mistral muttered in my ear. He had lain in the grass beside me, spooning one side of my body opposite Sebastian. Gabriel knelt by my head.
I could only nod, words failing me as Sebastian moved aside my bra, and his mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue circling the sensitive peak. My back arched off the soft grass with Gabriel's hands in my hair, tilting my head back.
"You're beautiful," Gabriel whispered before claiming my mouth in a deep kiss that somehow tasted of the ritual chalice—though he hadn’t sipped from it—along with something uniquely him.
Crispin’s fingers continued their exploration, circling my entrance before slipping inside. I moaned into Gabriel's mouth as pleasure coursed through me, the magic of the ritual humming around us. Crispin worked another finger inside me, stretching me deliciously. My hips bucked against his hand as waves of pleasure washed through me.
I could feel Mistral's hardness through his pants, pressing against my side. I lowered one hand, gripping him, making him exhale sharply against my throat. Crispin withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss until Mistral abruptly turned me on my side so that I was facing Sebastian. My underwear were gone in an instant. A moment later, I felt his hardness pressing against my entrance.
"Yes," I breathed, pushing back against him. "Please."
Mistral entered me slowly, filling me inch by inch until he was fully seated within me. I cried out, clutching on to Sebastian in front of me as the magical connection between us flared with blinding intensity. I could feel Mistral not just physically, but through the bond we shared, his pleasure becoming mine in an endless feedback loop.
Sebastian moved to kneel in front of me, his fingers trailing down my cheek. I looked up at him, my skin tingling with anticipation as his hands caressed my shoulders. The forest seemed to breathe with us, the very air pulsing with our shared desire.
Mistral’s mouth found my neck as he thrust into me, more demanding this time. His tongue swept across my skin as his hands moved to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. I arched into him, relishing the feel of his flesh on mine. Above me, Gabriel's fingers traced delicate patterns along my collarbone, each touch leaving trails of heat in their wake.
Crispin’s fingers returned to my center, circling that most sensitive area as Mistral continued to thrust from behind. I gasped, my body trembling between them.
“More," I whispered, my eyes finding Crispin's. “I need you too.”
He hesitated only a moment before moving between my legs, draping one thigh over his shoulder. Sebastian shifted to makeroom as Crispin lowered his head, replacing his fingers with his mouth. His tongue traced along me before pressing down, making me cry out.
The magic surged around us, the stars pulsing brighter with each wave of pleasure. Crispin’s hands gripped my thighs, holding them open to his ministrations as Mistral continued his steady rhythm.
