Page 190 of Obsidian and Frost
He grasped his cock and then I lost sight of it, just a moment before she lurched forward, forcing her ever deeper onto me, and stilling her.
He was sinking into her there.
Her eyes were wide and she was panting.
Then Lazriel sidled up between us, rising on the bed, stroking himself rather violently. “What was it that you threatened me with earlier, love?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I said, I’d eat you alive,” she responded, barely able to get her words out as Sylas pushed forward, feeding her more still—more that I could now feel through her, the sensation of him sliding against me incredibly titillating.
“Then eat,” he growled, a moment before he grasped her jaw and thrust into her mouth.
I couldn’t look away as he stroked her hair, while pumping his hips and snarling as she responded very favorably, swallowing him so well, so ravenously, her tongue even swirling.
She screamed around Lazriel buried down her throat, then I felt a tipping point followed by a flash of panic from her.
A moment later, her frost erupted over my chest.
Her rhythm faltered.
No.
I wouldn’t allow this to unsettle her.
Her eruptions, her magic, her abilities… they were welcome here.
All of her was.
Always.
I lurched up, calling my wings, and wrapped them around her.
Lazriel gasped, that awed look all over him just like I’d witnessed from him when I’d enveloped him in them after our fornication.
Sylas smiled and reached around her, grasping her arm, his magic flaming from his right palm, helping to settle her frost by taking some into himself.
She relaxed.
Not only that, she sank into us.
She let go.
Safe.
Cherished.
Adored.
Emotion clogged my throat at that realization, something I could feel so powerfully from her in that moment.
It was what I’d wanted for her since that first day we’d met.
I tightened my wings around her, then thrust up into her, sinking into an alternating rhythm with Sylas that had him groaning in bliss. He poured more magic into hers, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Shit… ungh… Wraithqueen,” Lazriel gasped, a moment before he jerked, then exploded so forcefully that Velra couldn’t swallow it all down, and it oozed from the sides of her mouth.
Lazriel seemed to enjoy that, though, and he gathered it, then started licking up his own taste. He was almost done when Sylas startled him by snatching his wrist and finishing it off.
“Filthy fucking bastard,” Lazriel breathed.
