eyes no longer carryin’ any hint of the anger or fear I saw in them before. It does incredible things to my soul to know that I pulled him away from those overwhelmin’ and angry emotions.
I feel powerful and revered with him between my thighs, and he must see that in my gaze because he chuckles and then kisses me deeply. This kiss is slower, languid, like he’s savorin’ me. I happily join along for the ride, my interest peaked that he seems to be revvin’ up so that we can go again instead of slowin’ down like I’d expect after the life shatterin’ sex that just happened.
Flint lifts me off his lap to pull out of me, and then his hand snakes down my abdomen and he parts my lips, pushin’ two fingers inside of me. My breath catches in surprise, and my stomach flips at the intimate intrusion. It’s not nearly as satisfyin’ as his cock just was, but when he swirls the digits and then hooks them up, findin’ my G-spot like he had a map to its exact location, my pussy has no choice but to perk back up and pay excited, rapt attention.
“I love the feel of our cum mixing,” Flint murmurs. I scrunch up my face, and he laughs at my expression before pressin’ the palm of his hand to my clit.
I whimper.
“See, you love the feel of it too,” he teases.
I flop back on the bed, fallin’ into the feel of him playin’ with me. But when my upside down gaze lands on a heated butterscotch stare at the foot of the bed, I freeze. “Uhhh, hey,” I squeak out in surprise. Flint doesn’t whip his head around or stop what he’s doin’. Nope, he just keeps curlin’ those fingers inside of me, makin’ me jolt. I have a feelin’ he knew Alder was there all along.
A slow, wicked smile spreads across Alder’s face as he watches me. My surprised squeak turns into a pant-groan as Flint does somethin’ magical with his fingers, and a needy whine sneaks out of my lips.
Alder starts to unbutton his pants, and my eyes widen as I realize what’s about to happen. I guess Flint wasn’t kiddin’ when he said they’re mine. Mine, as in, both of them. Mine, as in, at the same damn time.
A flurry of nervous and excited butterflies take flight in my stomach and flutter out through my limbs in a shiver.
“So much for waiting for me,” Alder chastises Flint, but there’s no real venom in it.
“You would’ve done the same,” Flint counters, his fingers still workin’ inside of me, makin’ lewd noises as he thrusts through the evidence of our pleasure. “Besides, she needed to know that we’re hers.”
Alder tilts his head to take me in and then shrugs. “Fair enough.”
He drops his pants and then pulls off his shirt, and he’s as glorious naked as I imagined he would be. He has the watercolor outlines of flowers that run down each side of his ribs and V down to accentuate every muscle on his lower abdomen. It’s so incredibly beautiful and yet masculine and sexy as all get out. No other male on the planet could sport lavender skin and watercolor blooms and be called masculine but him.
“You guys got a gym membership in Hell?” I joke.
His lips tip up in a smirk as I all but drool at his body. “You look like you want to eat me, Medley,” he purrs.
“I just might,” I confess with a sexy perusal of all he’s workin’ with.
“Good, because I’m going to devour the fuck out of you,” he growls, and then he reaches across the bed and drags me away from Flint, the feathers of my wings movin’ smoothly over the satiny duvet.
Flint objects with a grumble, but he thinks better of it when Alder shoots him a look that makes my vagina clench with excitement.
When he’s dragged me up, I sit up in front of him, at the perfect spot for cock sight-seein’. My mouth waters.
“First, drink this,” Alder instructs, handin’ me a cup with a familiar greenish liquid in it.
I shoot him a look that I hope makes his balls crawl up inside of him. “You think I’m gonna fall for that again?”
He looks confused for a moment, and then his eyes land on the green liquid as realization dawns on him. “No, this one won’t put you to sleep, Medley. It’ll just help with pain.”
I reach over and then move