by Sadie Moss
We’re forced to go through the door single file, especially with my wings taking up so much space, but the second Sawyer sets me down on my knees on the bed, I feel hands on me again. I retract my wings long enough to yank off my shirt, and deep noises of appreciation fill the room as seven sets of eyes land on the simple black bra I’m wearing.
You can do this, Trin. Don’t be nervous.
The last time I stripped in front of these guys, I was so dosed up on lust dust that I would’ve run through the streets naked without a second thought.
But this is different. This is intentional, and it’s all of them. The combined heat of their gazes on my skin might literally light me on fire.
I swallow as I reach back behind me with one hand and unsnap my bra. When I tug it off and toss it off the bed, Ford makes an animalistic sound and crawls onto the bed, kissing me so hard my wings spring out again in a poof of feathers.
“Fuck.” Ford rips his mouth away from mine to trail hot kisses down my neck,
The others are undressing, and everywhere I look, I see more naked male skin.
They’re beautiful. All of them so different, but so perfect in their own right.
As Remi tugs his shirt over his head, my gaze shifts to Ryland, then to Knight. And I realize I was wrong. Not all of the men are undressing. Pride and Envy are standing on either side of the bed, and although their gazes are riveted to the six of us, they make no move to take off a single item of their own clothing.
Ryland catches me looking at him and settles his face into a blank mask—but the stoic expression doesn’t hide the heat that burns in his dark eyes.
“Is this what you wanted, angel?” he asks, his voice low and deep.
“Yes!” The word ends on a gasp as Ford’s mouth makes its way down my chest and finds one of my nipples, drawing the little bud into his mouth.
Remi and Nix are on either side of me, working seamlessly together to unbutton and unzip my pants, and while Ford’s mouth is busy with my breast, Sawyer swoops in to steal another kiss. Behind them, Beckett is undressing, tugging his shirt over his head with one hand.
He’s moving slower than the other four men did, as if he’s debating the wisdom of this—or trying to talk himself out of it, maybe.
I don’t want him to, so when Sawyer joins Ford in teasing my nipples, I hold out my hand, a silent invitation.
A plea.
Beckett’s green eyes flash, and for a second, I can’t tell if my gesture will bring him closer or send him running for the hills.
Then he kicks off his shoes and shucks his pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked.
For the first time, I get a look at his cock. It’s thick and darker than the rest of his skin, already hard as it stands out from his body, bobbing slightly as he steps forward.
It occurs to me suddenly that I’m the most fully dressed person on the bed now. All the others got rid of their clothes, but I’m still wearing pants.
I’m surrounded by five naked men and two clothed ones.
Holy crap.
My brain threatens to short out at that realization, so I do my best to shut it off, focusing only on the sensations in my body and how amazing it all feels. How weirdly right it feels. I’ve been craving this for longer than I’d care to admit, something inside me inexorably drawn these dangerous, wild men.
And now I have them.
At least for now.
The mattress shifts a little as Beckett joins the four of us on the bed, and when he puts his hands on me too, I think I might seriously overload on pleasure. It feels like there isn’t an inch of my skin that’s not being touched, and Ford is caressing my wings again, making shudders pass through my body.
“What do you want, angel?”
Ryland’s voice draws my attention, and my gaze flicks from him to Knight again, something squeezing in my chest. I don’t know what to say to make them join us, and I’m afraid if I push too hard, I’ll ruin the moment entirely.
But I hold Ryland’s gaze, letting him see everything his brothers are doing to me as I answer.
“I want… I want someone’s mouth on me.”
I blush as I say the words, but the way Ford growls against my skin, I get the sense that the men like hearing me talk like this.
“You heard her.” Ryland’s gaze flicks from me to his brothers. “Sawyer. Give her what she wants.”
I blink at his words. Apparently, he’s decided to play director.
Is this his way of trying to maintain control of the situation? Or his attempt to have a hand in this somehow, even if he refuses to let himself touch me?
Before I can come up with an answer, the men are lifting me again, laying me down on my back as my wings spread out beside me. Nix and Remi already got my pants undone, so it’s quick work for the men to slide them down my legs, along with my underwear.
As cool air hits my core, I realize just how wet I am already. Slick arousal coats my thighs, and I blush as Sawyer settles between my legs. But I don’t try to stop him, and when he grips my thighs and opens them wider to accommodate his broad shoulders, I keep my muscles loose and pliant.
Maybe it’s a mistake, but I trust him. At least when it comes to this.
Lips and hands move over my body as the men gather on all sides of me, and Sawyer slides his hands up my inner thighs before spreading my folds, gazing down at me with desire burning in his eyes. He dips his head, and a second later, I feel his warm, wet tongue lapping at my folds.
I don’t have a direct line of sight to him because Ford is attacking one of my breasts again and Nix is sucking at the other, but I don’t need to see him to know how turned on he is. I can feel his satisfied groan vibrated against my skin, and when he stiffens his tongue and presses it inside me, my body bucks on the bed.
“Ahh!”
My cry of pleasure is swallowed up by a bruising kiss from Beckett, and I swear my entire world spins on its axis.
Any one of the men alone would be almost more than I can handle. All of them together, focused entirely on me?
I hope I can survive this.
My soft whimpers and moans mix with the deeper sounds of pleasure from the men, and even though my body is screaming for the orgasm I can feel lurking just around the corner, I shake my head, trying desperately to stave it off. I’m not ready.
“What do you want, angel?”
It’s Ryland again, his voice raspier then it was before, but no less commanding. He can see it in me, or sense it in me—that I need more.
“I want…” Sawyer drags the flat of his tongue over my clit, momentarily robbing me of speech as my toes curl against the blanket. “I want… please, fuck me!”
All the men go still at my words. Even Sawyer’s tongue pauses in its path over my throbbing clit.
Then Ryland speaks again, his voice so strained I barely recognize it.
“You heard her. Give her what she wants. Fuck her… Beckett.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
TRINITY
Beckett’s head snaps up as his gaze locks with Ryland’s. Something passes between them, but I can’t quite figure out what it is.
Is it anger? Acceptance? Resentment?
Whatever it is, I can feel the weight of history in it, like I often feel between the two of them. The whole room seems to hold its breath, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip as my body hovers on the precipice of pleasure. I worried earlier that I might ruin the moment if I pushed too hard for Knight or Ryland to join us, but I wonder if the moment might get ruined anyway. Will old tensions and feuds break the fragile alliance that’s been forming over the past days?
Beckett moves suddenly, and my heart almost lodges in my throat as I brace myself for him to hurl himself at Ryland, to fist-fight his brother or something.
But he doesn’t.
All he does is move downward on the bed, carefully avoiding my wings as Sawyer presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh and then slides away. For a second, I can’t believe th
e men are willing to share so easily, so seamlessly. They’re all alpha males, stubborn and powerful and used to getting their way. But in this, they don’t seem to have any trouble ceding to one another.
Maybe it’s partly because Sawyer feeds off lust, and he’s about to get an overload of it, whether he’s the one inside me or not.
Beckett’s large frame settles between my legs, drawing my attention. Whatever passed between him and Ryland, it’s gone now. As he gazes down at me, I can tell that I’m his sole focus.
Not his brother. Not their history. Just me.
“Are you sure you want this, Trinity?” As Beck speaks, he fists his cock, wrapping his large hand around the solid, thick length.
A flutter of fear moves through my belly.
He’s… really big.
And I’m small.
I mean, I actually don’t know what size my vagina is, but if we’re talking proportionally, I’m a lot smaller than he is. All over, probably. So how the heck is that thing ever going to fit inside me?
Even as I ponder that terrifying question, my inner muscles clench, demanding something. I don’t even quite know what it is I want so badly, and I want to fix that.
I want to know.
Something in me is desperate to fulfill the sweet promise that hovers in the air, to feel Beck inside me. Not his fingers. Not his tongue.
His cock.
I want our bodies pressed flush together while the other men touch me and kiss me and lick me. I want to feel myself enveloping him, bringing him deeper and deeper.
I want to be that close to him. So intimately joined that the line between us gets blurry.
As Beckett stares down at me, I realize that all the men have pulled back a little, and they’re all looking at me too. All waiting for my answer.
Hard to believe that not long ago, Ford and I were fighting for our lives in an arena full of dangerous supernaturals and magical creatures. So much has changed since then that it’s hard to wrap my head around it all.
Not that I’m complaining one bit.
I draw in a breath and let in out, and as my lungs empty, I dip my chin in a nod. “Yes. I’m sure.”
Something almost like relief passes over Beck’s face, and he leans over my body, planting one hand on the mattress by my head to brace himself. The other stays wrapped around his cock as he guides himself to my entrance.
I’m not sure what I expect—I’ve never done this before, so I have nothing to compare it to—but he surprises me by not thrusting in right away. Instead, he rubs his shaft through my folds, coating it in my wetness, then circles my clit with the smooth, rounded head.
My mouth falls open as a flush of heat spreads through my body. Shit. I was already close, and if he keeps that up, I’m gonna come before he even gets inside me.
Sawyer chuckles as if he can read my mind. He probably felt the spike of arousal that exploded out of me as Beckett teased me.
Beck’s green eyes spark with something that’s both intense and soft, and he finally brings the head of his cock down to line it up with my entrance. As he presses slowly inside, we both let out deep groans.
As if that’s a sign, the other men all start touching me again, running their hands over every part of me they can reach as Beck continues to work his way inside me, moving his hips in small pulses.
I’m not a regular human—I was created, not born—so there’s no hymen to break, no signifier of my virginity to push through. But I was right about how big he is, and how little I am.
His face contorts with a grimace of pleasure as he sinks in another inch deeper. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He gazes down at me. “You okay?”
I nod, well beyond speech by this point. I can feel him stretching me, his body overtaking mine, becoming one with mine, and it’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Why don’t angels have sex all the time? I wonder dazedly. This feels like one of the most holy things I’ve ever done.
And it does. Even if it also feels debauched and dirty and delicious, there’s something pure about it too, in a way I’ve never felt before.
When Beckett finally bottoms out inside me, Sawyer leans over from somewhere to my right and kisses me, infusing me with his lust and helping my muscles relax, helping my body accept all of Beck.
I roll my hips experimentally, clinging to Nix and Remi as I do. Beckett’s cock slides in and out of me a little with the movement of my hips, and his pelvic bone presses against my clit in a way that sends shivers up my spine.
“Are you ready?” Beck grits out. His cheeks are a little flushed, the muscles in his neck tight as chords. “Fuck, I need to move.”
I nod desperately as Sawyer trails his tongue over my shoulder and Remi draws two of my fingers into his mouth. I’ve been holding the orgasm at bay for as long as I can, but it’s about to break over me anyway. And I want to feel Beckett moving inside me when it does.
He draws out slowly and then presses back in, and the entire room seems to fill with the sound of several voices groaning. I realize through the haze of need fogging my mind that one of the voices belongs to Ryland. When I flick my gaze toward him, I see him gripping his hard cock through his pants, rubbing his palm against it as he watches us intently.
Knight didn’t make a sound, but he’s touching himself as he watches us too, and the look in his eyes sets me on fire even as it breaks my heart. I can see how much he likes this. How much he wants to be a part of it.
Beckett draws out and thrusts in again and again, moving a little faster and harder each time, like an engine building up steam.
“Is that good?” A trickle of sweat works its way down his temple as he grunts the words, and I nod frantically.
My body is finding a rhythm with his, my legs locked around his waist as he drives into me, filling me up completely. But just as my muscles begin to tremble and shake, he pulls out entirely, making my eyes fly wide.
I don’t have time to wonder what he’s doing before he reaches down and flips me over, settling me on my stomach then pulling me up onto all fours. My core is slick with arousal and already adjusting to the intrusion, so when he slides in again from behind me, my body welcomes him.
Beckett loops one arm around my waist and hauls me up so that my back is plastered to his front, my wings emerging from between us on either side. His cock feels even deeper inside me from this angle, and his lips brush my ear as he murmurs, “Let my brothers see you. Let them give you everything, angel.”
I blink, realizing that from this position, I’m even more exposed to the men than I was before. They can see everything. They can see the way Beck fills me up, the way my core clamps tight around him. They can see my breasts, already flushed and swollen from the attention that’s been lavished on them.
A whimper falls from my lips, and Beck’s warm chuckle rumbles at my back.
Still holding me up with one arm, he begins to thrust shallowly, and as he does, the men converge on me. Nix and Ford worship my breasts, my chest, my neck and shoulders. Remi leans in to kiss me as Sawyer’s fingers find my clit, making pleasure surge through me. He slides the pads of two fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves, matching the tempo that Beck sets with his cock.
And finally, it’s too much.
It’s more than my body can contain.
The orgasm that’s been waiting in the wings ever since I first kissed Nix leaps out and tackles me, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure shooting through my nerve endings.
I scream into Remi’s mouth, and he absorbs the cry as his tongue sweeps over my lips. Ford bites down on one nipple, hard enough to send another electric current of sensation tearing through my body.
“Fuck, angel. I can feel you coming. I can feel—oh, fuck.”
Beckett’s thrusts become wilder and more erratic, and the sound of his voice makes me moan.
All those times I hid in the pantry when he brought women over to his apartment in New York, he always sounded so smooth and
controlled, even as he made them fall apart.
But he doesn’t sound smooth now. He doesn’t sound controlled. He sounds wild and desperate. Overwhelmed.
When he drives into me one last time, he grinds his hips against me as he pulses inside me, and I feel him shudder with his own release. He’s breathing hard, his breath stirring my hair as he holds me tight to him. And when he finally pulls out of me, I retract my wings so I can turn more easily in his arms.
His cock is still mostly hard, and I can feel it coated with our combined wetness as it presses against my stomach. His fingertips ghost over my back as he looks down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time.
“Thank you,” I whisper, so many feelings welling up inside me that I can’t contain them all. “For being my first.”
“I’m honored.”
The gruffness, the edge of wildness, is still in his voice, and when he dips his head to kiss me, I know he means it.
He lays me gently back on the bed before drawing away, and I gaze up at the rest of the men.
Everyone is watching me, just like they did after Ryland’s proclamation, and the sight of them all gathered around me relights the fire that burns low in my belly.
I reach for Remington, pulling him down toward me, and he follows my silent urging as he settles between my legs. My core is already slick and ready for him, and when he slides inside me, I let out a satisfied sigh.
He fucks me slower than Beckett did, a little softer. He fucks me the same way he feeds me—with care and attention, giving me everything I need before I even realize I need it. And when he finishes, the sound he makes is one that I feel all the way down to my soul.
He sounds like he’s found home. Like he’s found perfection. Like he could stay inside me forever and never want to leave.
We lie still for a while afterward, the other men kissing and caressing me as Remi and I catch our breath. Some of the desperate urgency has faded, although my body still burns with hunger.