Page 31 of The Nephilim's Finesse

Opening my eyes, I saw John standing next to us, focused on what was going on between Raph and me. His eyes were full of lust, his erection straining against his trousers, yet he made no movement towards any sexual action. He just stood there, silently, like a shadow, watching, ready to intervene should I take advantage of the situation.

But right now, my mind was solely on the sparks Raph caused by using his mouth on me. I closed my eyes again, and John was forgotten in an instant. While Raph licked and nibbled at my buds, my hands were in his hair, soft, silken against my skin, while his teeth bit lightly into my nipples. Feeling a slight movement next to me, I opened my eyes and saw John tensing, his glance on my hands. Yes, it was the perfect position to break Raph’s neck, but I’d never do this, not when he gave me such pleasure. Looking John in the eyes, I tried to reassure him.

“Just need to hold on…” The rest of the sentence was swallowed by a moan as Raph bit into my sensitive flesh again. I grabbed hard at Raph’s hair so as not to slump down, as my legs were only a mass of jelly, not able to hold me up anymore.

John gave a slight bob of his head and resumed his original position. His hungry gaze on us turned me on further, and I felt the wetness pooling in my core. In the videos that Raph provided, one showed a woman with two men at the same time. Maybe this was something that we could do in the future?

My mind went blank when Raph’s hand found its way between my thighs, stroking over my sensitive flesh and dipping into my wetness. My legs gave out, but strong hands held me up. I looked behind me, and John gave me a small smile.

“You want to lie down?”

Raph stopped his movements and looked up at me. I nodded and walked over to the bed, getting rid of my skirt in the process. After adjusting to a comfortable position, I waited for Raph to climb onto the bed. He knelt next to my hips, his hand roaming over my body, every single touch sending shivers throughout my skin. His tongue then moved down my neck, leaving trails of fire everywhere he touched. It felt like an eternity until he finally reached my nipples with his skilful mouth. He sucked and bit them lightly, making me moan in pleasure. As I dug my nails into the sheets beneath me, Raph took his time, taking me higher into ecstasy with his caresses. My body jolted in pleasure as his one hand disappeared into my innermost folds. This time, I didn’t jerk back; I welcomed him in, and he started a steady rhythm of thrusts that took me higher and higher until stars were exploding behind my eyelids, and I let out a low scream as I came undone.

I opened my eyes when I heard the door closing behind John. Looking at Raph, feeling the pulse in his nether regions, I wanted to give him pleasure, too.

“I want to touch you too.”

He stood up, putting space between us as fast as possible. Raph’s eyes were wide, full of desire and…was this fear?

“Tomorrow, but only when John is here.”

“Fine with me. Maybe I can touch him, too?” I felt the heat rising in my face. Leaning forward to shield myself behind a curtain of red curls, I murmured, “Perhaps he can touch me, too, like in the video?”

My heart raced, and a knot tightened in my stomach even as excitement prickled through me. No matter how much I wanted it, part of me still felt shame for wanting something so daring. It was like a hot coal burning through my gut, making it hard to breathe.

“You want us both touching you?” Raph sounded surprised.

I couldn’t look him in the eyes. Staring at my hands, I nodded. “Not right now, but maybe eventually,” I whispered.

Shame crept up my insides, and I wanted a hole to swallow me. Conflicting emotions surged through me—fear, embarrassment and something else that I couldn’t name. I felt a finger on my chin, gently lifting up my face. I met his brown gaze with trepidation and saw something akin to anger there.

“Never be ashamed of your desires. Tell me what you want to explore, and I’ll make it happen.”

A feeling of gratitude washed over me, and the corners of my mouth curled into a tentative smile. I shifted my gaze to his mouth, then back to his eyes, and cleared my throat. “If it’s all right with you too?” I asked softly.

He smirked, though the motion seemed forced. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” He let go of me and turned away from me before I could read any further emotion from him. His words left a bitter taste in my mouth. How could he be so kind in one moment and make me feel valuable, and the next, he made me feel like I was just a business transaction?

The next day, Raph and John entered my cell and positioned themselves before me, a wall of masculine muscle and their specific scents engulfing me.

“I thought about your wish and how to fulfil it.” Raph raised an eyebrow, and I bobbed my head. “I want you to come to us. Get acquainted with us, our bodies. You can do whatever you want, touch us everywhere, use your mouth, whatever. No biting and blood-sucking, though. We won’t touch you until you say otherwise.”

I nodded my understanding. Although I was so nervous, I doubted that I could do anything with my shaking hands. I bit my lips and kneaded my hands in my lap, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat. As I looked at Raph, at his dark skin, his taut muscles beneath it, I realised that I hadn’t touched him before, only his hand and hair. My fingers yearned to feel him.

I stood up from the chair I was sitting in and moved in front of the two huge men before me. I was five foot two, and those guys were at least six foot five, over one foot taller than me. When I approached, both removed their t-shirts, and two walls of muscle greeted me.

I stopped before Raph, raising my hand so slowly, my heart beating fast. I couldn't remember when I touched someone for something other than to hold the person still so that I could suck their blood or kill someone. To touch a man like this was a first for me. I might be four hundred years old, but I was also the inexperienced seventeen-year-old me. I held my breath when my fingertips brushed over Raph’s chest. My pale skin on his deep, rich, dark brown skin gave a strong contrast, but I liked this view in front of me. Stroking over his flesh, I felt his muscles beneath, faint scars, and some new ones all over his torso. His chest hair tickled my fingertips. Being so near him, I could smell his unrivalled scent of spicy herbs and fragrant lavender mixed with his unique aroma. He said I could do whatever I wanted, so I buried my nose into his chest, his black hairs tickling my nose. Although he stood perfectly still, I could hear and feel his fast-paced heartbeat. His body responded to my touch, letting me know that he was affected, too.

Avoiding asking a question, I stated, “I would like to see your wings.”

The sound of rustling alerted me as two enormous wings, fifteen feet in total, emerged from behind his shoulder blades, forming a delicate arc over his back. I circled him, taking in the tattoo on his right arm, which displayed several symbols on his arm and shoulder blade; I recognised the Nephilim symbol—two swords crossed before wings, inked lines that looked as if three people hugged each other, and something that resembled vampire fangs. I knew that each tattoo was individual for each Nephilim, showing his path and fate. I traced over the black lines, causing goosebumps to rise on Raph's skin.

Reaching his back, my hands brushed over his night-dark wings. I could feel their strength, pure muscle and tendon over bone, which enabled him to fly. They were so beautiful. I took my time to stroke over every glossy onyx feather, so soft and silky under my touch.

I felt a movement behind me, and when I glanced back, I saw John observing me, alert to what I was doing. Of course, he was wary. I was still their enemy. I could kill Raph in a second. However, I would have to fight John afterwards and would likely lose, not able to break out of here. I saluted Raph for putting himself in danger just to make me comfortable. My heart did a little summersault at that thought. He gave me a gift by letting him touch me without wanting something in return.

I circled back to his front and looked into his eyes. They were studying me, and then he raised an eyebrow and looked at John, asking me silently if I wanted to touch him, too. I turned around and took the two steps to reach John. With him, I had a whole different feeling. I realised that with Raph, I felt safe and comfortable. With John, I was curious. John’s tanned skin gave only a slight contrast to my ebony one; he had no visible scars. His chest was without hair, all muscle. He felt like a blank canvas, a life ahead to fill his body with memories like Raph’s. Coming closer to him, the scent of sandalwood and soap enveloped me. It was pleasant, too, but not as good as Raph’s smell. After I let my hand glide over John’s torso, back, and front and studied his tattoo for a minute, I wanted to return to the more familiar body. Being so close to someone I’d never really talked to was strange.

I walked back to Raph, his scent wrapping around me, strong and reassuring. My hands roamed over the dips and ridges of his muscled torso until they stopped at his jeans. His hands moved to his belt, opened it, and then his trousers excruciatingly slow. Dark boxer shorts came into view when he stepped out of his jeans. Behind me, I heard John doing the same. I looked down and saw Raph's erection straining the material of his underwear. Hesitating for a moment, I took a deep breath, my heart beating like a sledgehammer. What was I doing here? Standing in front of a half-naked man, touching him in places I had never laid hands on before. But I wanted this, with all its consequences. In for a penny, in for a pound. I laid my trembling hands on Raph’s strong, muscular thighs and roamed leisurely over them. Raph made no sound, but I saw his shaft twitching when I came near it. Holding my breath, I tugged lightly at his underwear, and he stripped out of it, standing naked before me. His girth was thick and long, pointing directly at me. Blushing, I averted my eyes, and they landed on John’s member. He wasn’t as huge as Raph, but still impressive. His shaft was erect, too, nearly touching his belly button. I focused back on Raph and rounded him again, giving myself a second to take a breath. I needed that time to get used to those two very ready pieces of evidence that they liked what was happening at the moment. While my heart raced and my hands quivered, I listened to how I felt inside. Was I comfortable with two huge, strong, naked men in one room with me? Strangely, the answer was yes. I wasn’t afraid of them. I knew they were my enemies; if I tried to flee or harm them, they'd show no mercy. This was all so alien to me. These men stood at ease with what I did or didn’t do with them, not expecting me to do something I didn’t want. They respected my wishes. Gratitude flowed through me. They showed me trust and offered me the same, but without commanding it.

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