Page 155 of Wrath of the Fae

‘She’s coming,’ Cyrus declares. ‘Now! Make her ours again, right- fucking-now!’

Reid eases his grip, and I cry out in pleasure, in pain, in desperation. I want to thrash and convulse as the orgasm tears through me. Cyrus pins me down from behind, his hands pressing down on my back as he swears violently, spilling himself into me. Reid has his hands on either side of my head and clings to me for dear life as he climaxes.

My power shakes the cave, and a fierce wind whips around us from nowhere. They cry out so loud it’s almost deafening. They cling to me like I’m their world. Their life’s breath. Their reason for existing. I feel their devotion as the Bond is remade. I feel their joy and relief at finally being whole once more. But also the pain they have felt. The truth of their grief. Of their guilt. It’s agony to sense their truth so brutally. As we reconnect, I know their suffering. I know it as I know mine.

My darkness explodes into blinding gold. Dust settles around us, creating a blanket of glimmering light over all three of us. I see them, the pleasure of our union etched on their faces. I see my arms. My wings. The dust slowly settles and gathers, forming the familiar markings I know Reid had before I left. His Bond markings glow as they return. I peer back, seeing the same markings settle on Cyrus. On my chest, they reform. Wondrously bright and eternal.

I slump onto Reid, unable to move an inch.

Cyrus withdraws first, then Reid. They gently lift me, manoeuvring my body like it’s made of glass as they prop me against a wall. They sit on either side of me, my head resting on Cyrus’s shoulder.

But they’re not quite finished with me. Not just yet.

They both gently open my legs, each taking one knee.

‘You still with us, Little Bird?’

‘Hmmm.’

They both slide their fingers inside me, softly gathering what they left behind. And they take turns watching me sleepily suck their fingers clean.

Whole. I finally feel whole, just as the Fates intended. Just as we are destined to be.

Even death couldn’t keep us apart.

twenty-eight

Theairiscooleragain, and I hear the faint crackle of a fire and smell the salt in the air. They must have moved me as I slept. I’m pretty sure we’re back by the cave's opening. My wrist is aching like crazy, throbbing as the bones they pushed back together slowly fuse in place. I half expect myself to be sore… down there. But I’m not. Warmth floods through me as I recall our reunion. Perfect. It was all so perfect. After they both had me together, they held me for hours. Stroked every part of me. Massaged all my limbs.

And then Reid laid on top of me, eased himself back between my legs and made love to me. He was slow and steady, screwing me with skill as I lay beneath him. He never stopped kissing me. Never stopped telling me he loved me. It was beyond tender. He’d never been with me like that before.

We climaxed together, groaning our release, entangled and writhing, sweat covering our bodies.

As soon as he pulled out, Cyrus took his place.

He was just as intimate, driving himself into me with deep thrusts as he loomed over my exhausted frame.

I shuddered in ecstasy as Cyrus leaned into my ear.

‘Reid’s left you so warm and wet for me. Do you like me fucking you with his cum leaking between your legs?’

Reid chuckled as he lingered in the room. ‘You’re a filthy fucker,’ he said.

‘I asked you a question,’ Cyrus pushed, burying himself as deeply as he could go. ‘Do you like it?’

‘I love it,’ I whispered, so tired and lost in a haze of sensory overload.

Cyrus pulled out of me and rested his cock on my lips.

‘Taste us both,’ he purred.

I took him in my mouth, lapping up Reid’s seed from his throbbing length. And I revelled in the debauchery of it.

After he returned to my pussy and fucked me till I whimpered my release, he knelt over me and spilt himself over my breasts.

‘Mine,’ he claimed, smearing it over me, circling it into my skin. ‘Forever.’

I fell asleep so fast I may have actually passed out.

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