“And Killian?” I whispered, even though it was getting cold out and my body was wet and aching between my thighs. I wanted to know more about all three men, all their hopes and dreams and fears, their pasts, their pastimes, their habits.
“Ah cher, done nobody know the answer to that,” Reece chuckled, but Arlo got this smirking expression on his face that made Killian go stiff.
“You tell her about the time you got spelled by that witch? Spent a whole year as a woman and started fucking that wolf—”
“I will kill you where you stand,” Kill purred, his voice ice-cold and full of shards.
I was intrigued as hell now. That wolf? He couldn’t possibly be talking about Raphael, now could he? But also … maybe that explained why Killian was so good in bed? If he’d spent time as a woman, he’d know how a woman’s body worked. I liked that.
“Now, what do you want, Veil Keeper, and let’s get this thing done?”
The night was perfumed with sex and laughter as I looked up at Arlo’s face, curled my fingers around the back of his neck and stood up on my tip toes to kiss his warm mouth. His tongue slid against mine, wet and hungry, and he let out another bestial sound that made my skin ripple with goose bumps.
“I was going to invite you into my ass,” I whispered and this time, it was his turn to shiver. “But maybe we should just keep going the way we've been going tonight and save that for another day.”
“Either way, this is one command I won't fight,” Arlo said, his voice huskier and warmer than I'd ever heard it. “Tell me what you want.”
“Just … I want to look at the bayou … and I want you to hold my wings while you make love to me.”
“Make love?” Arlo asked, shaking his head. “Well, fuck. I'll see what I can do.” He took me by the hand, his huge one engulfing mine with inked fingers as he pulled me over to the railing and took up a position behind me, leaning over and kissing the side of my neck. His stubbled jaw teased my smooth skin and made me bite my lip in pleasure. “Bend over, Veil Keeper, and let's do this.”
I put my hands over the railing and stared out at the dancing fireflies, the twirling will-o-the-wisps. They made this soft sighing sound that I found as pleasant as music, and I closed my eyes momentarily as Arlo gripped my hips in his hands, bending down and spreading my ass cheeks wide. At first, I had no clue what he was doing, but then his hot tongue flicked out and teased across the sensitive nerve-endings in my ass.
My lids flickered as I stared across the waters of the bayou and let Arlo tease me into a warm, weak-kneed frenzy. He might not be as gentle or careful as the other two men, but his mouth was hot and his tongue seemed to know exactly where to go to get me wet and warm and ready for him. When he stood back up, I was almost limp and curled fully around the railing.
Sliding his palms across the surface of my wings, Arlo took hold of one in a tight fist and yanked it back like he would a handful of my hair. I expected the move to hurt, but in reality, it just felt good. Really good. Exquisite. I loved the pulling sensation between my skin and wings. I thought I wouldn't, that it might remind me too much of having them torn from my body, my flight and freedom stolen from me. But it only served to remind me that they were there, they were mine, and I could finally fight back. Freed from my shackles and my prison of darkness, I could figure out who had taken me and why.
And I could kill them.
With vengeance riding hot and hard in my blood, I growled out to Arlo, “now.”
“Yes, mistress,” he said with a smirk in his voice. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. In that moment though, it wasn't important. Completing the ritual was. Feeling Arlo inside of me was.
The Horned God teased me with the hot tip of his cock, rubbing it along my cunt and pushing in just enough to make me gasp before pulling away and slicking the full length of his shaft between my folds. Just when I was certain I was going to kill him, he pulled the edge of my wing to his face, kissed it with a certain level of reverence I hadn't expected, and then thrust into me.
My body hummed with pleasure and I let out a small scream, scattering a few unfortunate night birds and making the will-o-the-wisps flicker through the air like shooting stars. It was a scream of pure ecstasy though and they soon quieted, leaving room for the grunting of gators and the slick slide of Arlo's body thrusting into mine.
“'ey Meme, you leave them alone now, you.” Reece appeared on my right side, pants undone, but his cock tucked safely back into them, and then chucked a few marshmallows over the edge of the railing. The gator popped her head up, snapped them from the surface of the water and then glared at us with two round eyeballs above the surface, like we were disturbing her by being there. “Go away now, get on wit' ya.”
I closed my eyes and felt a smile ripple across my face as Arlo grunted and moaned, clearly enjoying my body, our connection, even if he said I pissed him off. My breasts bounced with the motion as Kill took up my other side and both he and Reece watched as my body contracted, muscles fluttering naturally and locking down on Arlo, freezing himself with a snarl of primal rage.
He exploded inside of me at the same time I felt my orgasm unfurl like the petals of a flower, opening up and unleashing a ripple of power that trailed the metaphorical surface of the world like a ripple on a lake.
It was so wildly powerful, so raw and full of promise, that I knew they'd feel it, my captors. They'd feel it and they'd come for me again. But this time, I would be ready. This time, I had my knights, my lords, and nothing would stop me from taking my revenge.
“First time I ever see you introduce a girl to your mama, you,” Reece chuckled as I swung myself off my bike and glanced over to see Killian helping Ciarah off of his. Behind us, Caley's rusty shit bucket of a car pulled up with a screech of old brakes, and I heard her car door slam as she got out.
“Yeah, well.” I heaved a sigh, glancing up at the old plantation style house apprehensively. “First time I ever pledged my soul to a girl for all-time too, so …” I shrugged, trailing off as I scratched my chin.
“I hear dat,” Reece agreed with a wry grin. “Still funny, d’ough.”
“Shut up, Cajun, you won’t be laughing when your cock gets the message it's tied to one pussy for all eternity.” I snapped the words at him quietly, not wanting Ciarah to overhear me. In truth, I was surprised I was able to say those words at all, what with our inability to lie. Maybe it was just a strange enough metaphor that the magic got confused?
“Is this where you grew up?” That one pussy in question sidled up beside me smelling like jasmine and sunshine, her curtain of dark hair offset by a green streak draped over her delicate shoulders.
Christ. She'd have been a whole lot easier to deny if she'd been a troll. Not that I was so shallow I was only attracted to her because she was hot, although that certainly helped.