Beauty in Ashes (Phoenix Rising #7)- Harper Wylde Page 0,29

as the sting blossomed into a deeper heat.

I tore myself away from his lips to lean down and bite the crook of his shoulder and neck, my teeth leaving marks in his skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he snarled and jerked. His Gargoyle’s wings sprouted from his back, and his cock grew even thicker in his partial shift.

I stroked my hand down one of his wings, enjoying the way he shuddered.

“Does that feel good?” I whispered into his ear and then licked it.

“Fuuuuccckkk,” was Damien’s only response, and I knew he was too far gone. I caressed his wings, enjoying the way his thrusts grew harder and less controlled, and how he swelled impossibly bigger inside me.

“Fuck!” The curse was nothing but an airy breath. “Come for me, Damien,” I ordered. “Empty yourself inside me.”

He roared. His nails turned into sharp points that pricked where he held me, and his teeth elongated as he threw his head back. He opened his mind and shared his release with me, overwhelming my senses as it crackled down his spine and settled into his balls a moment before he exploded.

“Yes! That’s it. Give me every last drop.” My dirty talk made him tremble from the intensity of his orgasm, and I followed him into my own release, letting it claim me unexpectedly and tingle outward until my muscles were languid.

Hiro and Ryder caught me when Damien set me down, his arms shaking as he stumbled backward and braced himself against the wall, chest heaving.

Hiro scooped me up in his arms and carried me through the door with Ryder following behind us, bringing me to the master bedroom where he placed me on the soft downy comforter.

“Do you think you can take more, sweetheart?” Hiro purred, his heated gaze falling between my legs. I swore he licked his lips when he saw the mixture left by my other mates.

“Yes.” I reached for him and tugged him down on top of me when he gave me his hand.

Ryder chuckled, and the mattress dipped next to me. He crawled closer with blue tinted hands. My skin prickled from the warmth, and his magic sank below my skin. “Let me heal you a little first. Gotta fix those small cuts Damien left on your ass. I don’t think he’s ever shifted in the middle like that. You drive us all crazy, mikró pouláki.” Ryder grinned, even as he made me blush.

“Do you want us one at a time, Nix? Or can we take you together?” Hiro and Ryder shared a look, and I saw Ryder’s preference in the way his nostrils flared, his gaze darkened, and the way he hungrily eyed us both.

“Together.” I rolled to my hands and knees, keenly aware of how Hiro was studying my wet thighs as he got an eyeful of my curves.

Ryder stripped, and I pulled him down, appreciating the bounce of his cock as he settled himself against the pillows. The rose petals crushed beneath us, and their heady fragrance added to the romance. I straddled Ryder, and he palmed my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, pinching them just the way I liked.

“You’re beautiful.” Ryder played with my body while my other men entered to watch.

“Do you mind if we’re here?” Damien questioned, pulling up the zipper on his jeans as he tucked himself away from sight, spent and happy but still invested in my pleasure.

Hiro looked to Ryder, waiting on his answer. We’d do whatever made him comfortable, and luckily, he sent me a wink.

“Of course. We’re all mates. Let them see how Hiro and I take care of you.”

My pussy gushed from the image of Hiro and Ryder filling me at the same time while the others watched.

Hiro straddled Ryder’s legs and moved behind me. I settled over his friend, and Hiro reached around me to grab Ryder’s cock. He tapped the head against my clit, making me gasp, and then placed him at my entrance before guiding me to sink down on him. Ryder groaned and gripped my hips, thrusting to the hilt.

Joshua rounded the bed and sat in an accent chair, placing his elbows on his knees as he watched us intently. Killian took the green chair they’d used for my mani-pedi, leaning back and stroking his cock. He sent me a sinful smile that was full of wicked promise as he abused his cock, swirling his fist over the head of his dick roughly.

I moaned from the sight, feeling like I was nothing but a