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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CJ

I wake with Isolde’s head on my chest, her raven hair spilling across my skin like liquid darkness.

We’re tangled together in her bed, William sprawled on her other side, one arm possessively draped across her waist. Cassiel sits in the window seat, wings half-spread, keeping silent vigil as what passes for dawn breaks over SilverGate.

After Blackridge’s curfew pronouncement, we all ignored his separate rooms bullshit. No way was I leaving Isolde alone after that werewolf attack. William clearly felt the same, despite this also being his room, and Cassiel... well, the fallen one goes where he pleases.

“You’re thinking too loudly,” Isolde murmurs against my skin, her lips brushing my chest.

“Sorry,” I whisper, stroking her hair. “Go back to sleep.”

“Can’t.” She raises her head. “Too hungry.”

There’s something different about the way she says it, something ravenous that wasn’t there before. I feel William stir beside her, instantly alert despite appearing deeply asleep moments ago.

“Feed from me,” I offer, already tilting my head to expose my neck.

She moves with startling speed, fangs sinking into my flesh before I can draw another breath.

The connection between us flares hot and bright.

My dragon markings burn beneath my skin as she draws my blood into her mouth.

But there’s something different this time.

She’s taking more, drinking deeper, with an intensity that borders on desperation.

“Isolde,” I murmur, my cock raging as her hand drops down to grip it tightly.

She’s lost in the feeding frenzy, increasing the pressure on my cock with each pull until she is tugging roughly on me.

“Fuck,” I groan and come all over her hand.

She pulls back with visible effort, my blood staining her lips and chin.

William is behind her instantly, driving his cock into her with a feral pace that has her gasping and then moaning as he hits the right spot.

“Fuck,” she cries. “More.” She smears my cum over my chest as her hand reaches for me. I pull her away from William, ignoring his protests.

“Lie down,” I say to him and sit up, positioning Issy over the top of him. She impales herself on his cock, riding him, her tits bouncing as I wipe up a good portion of my cum and then shove her forward. My fingers flitter over her rear hole, and she stiffens, freezing for a moment.

“Relax, my sweet. I told you I want to claim every single hole you have.”

“Yes,” she pants and relaxes a fraction when I slide my fingers over her asshole.

She pushes back against me, urging me on. I take my time, circling her tight hole with cum-soaked fingers, feeling her relax and open for me.

“That’s it, my sweet,” I murmur, sliding one finger into her slowly. She moans, pressing back against me, taking my finger deeper. I work her gently, feeling her body accommodate the intrusion. When she’s ready, I add a second finger, scissoring them to stretch her further.

Isolde’s breath hitches, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxes again, pushing back against my hand. Her moans grow louder, more insistent. William thrusts up into her, matching the rhythm of my fingers in her ass.

“More,” she gasps. “CJ, please.”

I withdraw my fingers and press the head of my cock against her asshole. She pushes back eagerly, but I hold her hips firmly, controlling the pace.

“Slowly,” I murmur, inching forward carefully.

She’s tight, so fucking tight, but she takes me inch by inch, her body opening as I thrust into her.

After what feels like a blissful eternity of intense pressure and searing heat, I sink deep into her ass.

Isolde lets out a low, guttural moan, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation.

I hold still, allowing her to adjust to the fullness, to the invasion.

William’s eyes are wild with lust and something more primal. He holds her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrusts up into her roughly. I match his rhythm, my hips pulling back and then pushing forward, sinking deeper into her with each measured stroke.

Isolde’s moans turn into cries of pleasure, her body writhing between us as she takes everything we give her. Her hands clutch at William’s chest, her nails digging into his skin. The sight of her taking both our cocks like she was made for it, is almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, Isolde,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

She turns her head to look at me, her eyes glowing with silver light, her lips parted in ecstasy. “Harder,” she demands, her voice laced with power and need. “Fuck me harder, CJ.”

I increase my pace, my hips slamming against her as I bury my cock deep in her ass with each thrust. William matches my rhythm, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. Isolde’s cries of pleasure fill the room, her body trembling with the intensity of our combined assault.

Cassiel watches from his perch, his eyes burning with a hunger that’s impossible to ignore.

I can feel his gaze on us, intense and focused.

He stands slowly, his wings disappearing as he approaches the bed, stripping off when he gets closer.

He kneels on the bed beside Isolde, his hand tangling in her hair as he turns her face towards him.

She opens her mouth eagerly, her eyes locked onto his as he guides his cock between her lips.

The sight of her taking him in, her mouth stretching to take his size, sends a bolt of lust through me.

My orgasm builds, the pressure mounting at the base of my spine.

“Fuck,” I groan, my body tensing as I fight to hold back the impending wave of release. Isolde moans around Cassiel’s cock, the vibration sending a shiver through him. His wings snap out suddenly, the black feathers rustling as he lets out a low growl of pleasure.

William’s hands tighten on Isolde’s waist, his body arching up into hers as his climax approaches.

He grits his teeth, holding back until Isolde reaches her peak.

Her body convulses between us as her orgasm rips through her.

The sensation pushes both William and me over the edge.

I come hard, my cock pulsing deep in her ass.

William follows, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax, emptying himself into her pussy.

I pull out, panting raggedly, and offer her ass to Cass. “Take her here. Enjoy every part of her.”

Cass’s eyes widen, but he pulls out of her mouth and eagerly moves in behind her.

Isolde shivers as Cassiel replaces me, his powerful hands gripping her hips as he slowly enters her. He’s more gentle than I was, but the intensity in his eyes is unmistakable. Isolde pushes back against him, urging him deeper, her body already accustomed to the invasion.

William pulls Isolde down to him, claiming her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

His hands roam over her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, before sliding down to where their bodies are joined.

He circles her clit with his thumb, drawing out more pleasure from her already sensitive body.

Cassiel’s wings spread wide, casting a shadow over us all as he moves intently. His strokes are long and steady, drawing out moans from Isolde that William swallows greedily.

Isolde breaks away from William’s kiss, gasping for air. “More,” she begs, looking back at Cassiel with lust-drunk eyes. “Give me more.”

Cassiel complies, his hips snapping forward as he buries himself deep in her well-lubed back passage. His wings rustle with each thrust, the feathers shifting in a hypnotic dance. Isolde meets each of his strokes with eager enthusiasm, pushing back against him, taking him deeper.

Her body trembles from the intensity, but she doesn’t relent. Instead, she reaches out, her hand finding mine, fingers entwining as she pulls me closer. I can feel her power pulsing beneath her skin, a rhythm that matches the thrusts of Cassiel’s hips.

“Bite me.”

I move without thought. My lips crash against hers, tasting her first. Her hand finds my cock, already hard again despite the recent release. She strokes me in time with Cassiel’s movements, her grip tight and sure.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my tongue. I reach her jugular and bite down gently, marking her. She moans, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her.

Cassiel growls, his wings snapping wide as he comes hard, filling her ass. He pulls out slowly, his breath ragged as he collapses and watches me feeding from her.

Her blood, sweet and heavy, gives me strength, and I grip her tightly as I deepen the bite until she screams my name. Pulling back with a smile, I murmur, “That’s it, my sweet. Scream my name.”

She smiles, panting fiercely. “I want so much more.” But then her face goes serious. “But I’m worried I’m becoming exactly what they want me to be.”

“No,” William says instantly. “You’re becoming what they fear. Something beyond their control.”

“The fact that your power is growing this quickly proves you’re not just another candidate for their ritual. You’re something else entirely,” I add.

“Something they didn’t anticipate,” Cassiel agrees.

Isolde looks unconvinced. “Or exactly what they’ve been breeding for generations. You saw the statue of my great-grandmother. This isn’t a coincidence.”

“Maybe not,” I concede. “But that doesn’t mean you have to follow the path they’ve laid out.”

She meets my gaze, searching. “And what about you? Now that William and Cassiel know what you are?”

I tense, my markings pulsing visibly beneath my skin at the reminder. My dragon heritage, the secret I’ve kept, is now exposed to our entire mismatched group. “What about it?” I ask defensively.

“Don’t play dumb,” she says, reaching out to trace one of the markings on my forearm. “It changes things.”

“Nothing has changed,” William says, surprising me with his support. “Except more pieces are falling into place.”