My mountain of hair seemed to slide over my shoulders like a waterfall, tangling around my arms and hands as my breasts swung with the motion of Reece’s hips against my ass.
“Merde,” Killian cursed under his breath, his cool presence at odds with the bright and violent need coming from Arlo. And to think he’d only just made me cry. We were going to have an interesting relationship, him and me. I could already tell.
Reece took a handful of my too-long hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to arch my body in just such a way that his balls slapped my clit. My vision speckled with flecks of white, clouded with pleasure as the sex god let out a deep, guttural groan and spilled his hot seed inside of me.
When he pulled away this time, I almost choked.
I was in no way done.
“Fucker,” Arlo snarled, stepping up close to me. Our eyes caught as I glanced over my shoulder, but Killian stopped him with a palm to the chest.
“The ritual must be followed in order,” he said and I swear, it looked as if Arlo was going to kill the other man with his bare hands.
“You son of a bitch, you better be quick,” he snapped and Killian’s face … well, it was painted with a sinful smirk that was as cold as his hands when he placed them on my hips. I knew he was using his magic to turn them to ice, teasing my heated skin with a sharp temperature change. It was like he was waking up every nerve ending in my body.
“I’ll take as long as Le Gardien wants me to take,” he purred as Arlo curled his lip, crossing his inked arms over his broad chest and lifting his chin in defiance.
“Stop it,” I snapped, tossing my hair over my shoulder and turning my face toward them, “You'll get your turn Cernunnos, but the ritual must be followed in correct order. Killian, if you please?”
Killian threw a triumphant smirk at Arlo, who glowered and stepped back, barely.
“I'd be my absolute pleasure, mon chéri,” Killian responded, shifting his grip with his Arctic hands so that the tip of his scalding hot cock rubbed between my slick folds and teased at my clit.
The breath rushed out of me as my eyelids fluttered shut. My hands braced against the rough wood of the picnic table while my hips pressed backward, encouraging Kill to enter me. From what I could tell, Ciarah had never done something like this before, never fucked three men in such quick succession, but there was an air of familiarity to it. Doubtless, the previous souls of the Veil Keeper had done this and more, so it simply felt … natural. As natural as breathing, or flying.
My wings fluttered at the thought, and I knew I'd need to try it out. Later though, as the moonlight caught on the shimmering glitter of my newfound appendages and cast sparkling light out across the darkened bayou.
“So beautiful,” Killian murmured, trailing one frosty hand up my spine and then across the arterial support of my top wing segment. The incredible feeling of his fingers on my hyper-sensitive wings made me moan with arousal and I could feel my cunt flush with heat and damp once more.
“Kill,” I begged, “I want your cock.”
The echo of the words I'd spoken to him earlier was not lost on him, and he sucked a gasp. Repositioning his hands on my hips, he withdrew his teasing length from where he'd been rubbing at me, and then slammed into me with one smooth movement, all the way to the hilt.
Lord of Winter that he was, he'd changed the temperature of his cock to become cold. As cold as the cube of ice he'd slid inside me earlier when we'd had sex on Arlo's bed. The exquisite cold against the searing heat of my oversexed pussy made me climax instantly, screaming my release into the moonlit bayou.
Gentleman that he was, Killian waited me out while I writhed and moaned through the intense orgasm. His fingers held tight on my hips and his body coiled with tension as my muscles clenched and fluttered around his ice-cold shaft, the temperature so extreme it felt like it was burning me from the inside.
It was nothing even remotely like the burn of iron that I'd been impaled on so many times during captivity, this was something exhilarating, blissful and intoxicating and it was driving me wild.
This was pure sex, and I fucking loved it.
“Move, Kill,” I gasped, coming down from yet another wave of orgasm aftershock and pressing my ass back against him in desperation. This body was fae, it was immortal, pure magic and I knew I was only just getting started.
Killian did as I asked, sliding his dick out of me almost entirely before thrusting back in so deep I could feel him touch the end of me as his balls slapped against my clit. A startled gasp shocked out of me at this, my clitoris already so swollen and sensitive from the intense climax I'd just experienced, and I felt Killian chuckle.
“More,” I groaned, bending lower over the table until my nipples brushed against the rough wood.
“Ah, see now? Maybe Ol' Reece shouldn'a gone first, eh?” Reece chuckled from somewhere to my left.
Sweeping my long dark hair with its turquoise streak over to my other shoulder, I turned my face to look at him. He'd sat himself on the bench where I knelt, his pants still open and his long golden dick standing straight to attention in his firm grip while he watched Kill take me from behind.
“Ferme ta bouche, Reece,” Killian snarled, his fingers digging painfully into my hips—in a good way—as he picked up his pace. His frozen shaft pounded into me, and his balls slapped at my clit in a rhythm that made me moan in ecstasy as another intense orgasm began to build.
“Both of you shut up,” Arlo snapped, “and hurry the fuck up Kill. This isn't the time for your fancy ice moves and shit.”
Reece chuckled in a dark sort of way, reclining against the table beside me and meeting my feverish gaze with a grin. “Dat boy need a lesson or three in patience, no?”
I couldn't help myself, I grinned back. Arlo did need a lesson in patience and I greatly looked forward to being the one to teach him. Another night. For now, the magic required we all share in the pleasures of our flesh and it wouldn't be satisfied until all of us were spent.
Killian slipped a hand back up my spine, rubbing over the sensitive muscles of my wings to my upper back and then pushing me down until my upper body was pressed flat against the table top.
He bent over me, changing the angle of his cock, pounding into my burning hot pussy and planting his lips against the arch of my left wing.
“These wings,” he murmured, his lips sucking and kissing at the glittering skin, “are the most stunning I have ever seen on a fae this side of the Veil.”