Page 21 of Moist!

chapter ten

The water sloshes around me, and I swirl my hands through the bubbles.

It's so damn moist in here, yet the heat is doing wonders for the aches and pains plaguing my body.

My forgotten swimsuit Ronan gave me rests on the edge of the pool.

I keep waiting for one of them to walk in and catch me.

The idea sends a shiver down my spine despite the warm air.

Atlas steps into the room, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling.

Despite his silent feet and my back turned, I know it's him.

As much of an ass as he's been, the last few hours have revealed a new side.

One not so closed off and surly. He cooked for me, gathered all the clothes they've apparently been hoarding forever, and has been fussing over me since I woke up.

“Hazel? Are you decent?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Not one bit. You going to run away?”

“That an invitation, little bird?” he asks huskily.

“Why do you keep calling me little bird? Because it can't only be because I fell out of the sky. Oh, and did you catch me? Is that why all my bones aren't broken?”

“I couldn't let you die. Not like that. I've watched it happen too many times.

As for the nickname, it's been around a while.

First time we met, in fact. You had a propensity for perching in trees.

Back then it was lytel fugol, but languages evolved.

Your nickname evolved with it. And you didn't answer my question.”

I jolt when his fingers trail along my bare shoulders.

Our eyes meet when I glance back at him.

My gaze trails down his chest, his stomach, and finally reaches his very naked cock.

My mouth waters, and I whip my head forward.

I try to swallow, which only ends in a coughing fit. He chuckles at my distress.

His lips brush my ear, sending heat to pool in my gut. “I thought I'd join you. Unless you'd rather we leave.”

“We?”

“If you're not interested, we'll just go. Wouldn't want to disrupt your bath,” he murmurs.

He runs his nose down my neck, then presses a kiss to my shoulder.

A strangled moan leaves me when his teeth sink into my skin.

My eyes flutter shut and my head tips back to rest on the rock lip.

Moisture gathers at my temple and slips down my jaw.

His tongue darts out and catches the drop. Another shudder rolls through me.

Images flash behind my lids of other times we've been here.

Logically, I should slow this down.The assurance that they've always taken care of me has me throwing caution to the wind.

I've lived this life hiding in the shadows, begging for a scrap of attention from those who should have loved me.

I'm sick of hiding. Jumping headlong into this isn't as scary as I thought it'd be.

I want more and I won't apologize for it any longer.

“Atlas,” I breathe.

His light chuckle laps at my senses, and I peek at him from under my lashes. “I've waited too long to hear my name fall from these lips.”

His thumb brushes my bottom lip. He grips my chin and turns my face toward him. Desire mixed with awe shines brightly in his dark eyes. My mouth parts, and a missing piece clicks into place inside me.

“I've said your name before,” I whisper .

“Many times. The first after you've regained your memories? There's always something extra sweet then.”

Questions crowd my mind, begging to be released. This isn't the time to ask whether I've always had the same name. It isn't the time to ask about the spaces in between—the ones dreams and pictures can't convey. I need connection beyond them.

Atlas slants his mouth across mine, not gentle and exploring like I expected. It's as if he's trying to consume my very being. I let go and fall into the serenity resting within him.

His hand slips from my chin to my throat and squeezes lightly. My heels slip on the wet rocks as I try to deepen the kiss. He grins against my mouth, then pulls away.

“Greedy little thing, aren't you, little bird?”

“I…I?—”

He shushes me. “We know. Do you want us to take care of you?”

“Please,” I whimper and dig my nails into my thighs to keep from reaching for him. I've been letting him lead while I sort myself out. Doesn't hurt that I like being told what to do.

“I'd make you beg more, but I don't think we're there yet,” Atlas murmurs.

I want to deny it, drop to my knees, and beg him to fuck me, but I can't. The words refuse to come out.

His hand dips below the water and skims across one nipple, then the other.

I quiver, trying to keep still as he explores.

I bite my tongue and swallow down a moan as he rolls the tight nub between his finger and thumb.

If he keeps it up, I'm going to end up orgasming before he's done more than touch me.

It would be embarrassing. I don't want to waste my one shot by him merely fondling my tits.

Atlas's wing drapes over me, trapping the moisture between us.

I gasp and he nips at the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was marking me.

While gargoyles exist, I doubt vampires do.

Then again, I have no idea. My dreams and memories only focused on my relationship with Atlas, Ronan, and Saxon.

I suppose I'll need to discover some things on my own.

“Stop teasing me,” I whine breathlessly, wiggling in his grasp.

“But it's so much fun.” He slides his palm across my stomach and my legs spread of their own accord. “Besides, we need to give them a show.”

I hum, focusing on his touch, then my eyes fly open and find his. “Wait, what?”

He nods toward the entrance of the cave. Ronan's head drops as soon as our gazes collide, as if he's ashamed of being caught. Saxon smirks, his hand wrapped around his very hard cock. I choke, and Atlas presses his hand against my stomach to keep me still.

“Would you like them to leave?” Atlas asks against my cheek.

I can't pull my gaze away from Saxon as he strokes himself.

Ronan has sweatpants on, though they don't leave much to the imagination.

My mouth waters as a snapshot from my past hits me.

Saxon standing over me, my lips wrapped around his cock as his hips thrust forward.

Someone, Ronan , has their hand around my throat, keeping me in place while he fills me from behind.

It's dirty and satisfying and ridiculously hot.

Pleasure races through my veins and an involuntary groan leaves me.

“I'll take that as a no. Are you imagining us filling up that pretty pussy of yours? Or maybe Saxon fucking this lovely mouth?” Atlas's thumb hooks on my bottom lip and tugs it down.

I nip at him and he laughs. The sound fills my chest, giving me life.

It stitches the broken pieces of me back together.

Not perfectly, not fully repaired, but enough not to be destroyed beyond redemption.

Atlas goes back to playing, alternating between pinching a nipple and skimming the tops of my thighs. He's driving me to the brink and doesn't even seem to notice. I grab his wrist when he tries to pull away again.

“If you don't touch me, I'll punch you in the throat,” I wheeze .

“So violent, little bird. Do you remember how much I love bringing you right to the edge and leaving you there? Or how much Saxon loves making you submit? Perhaps you'd prefer Ronan's soft words of encouragement before he slams into you? Tell me what you crave and we'll do it.”

“I want to be devoured until I no longer know what's the past and what's the present.”

“Perhaps we'll start with worshiping you, hmm? The devouring will come later.”

He grips the back of my neck and eases me forward gently.

“If you call waterboarding me worshiping…”

“Hardly, little bird. However, these rocks can be quite rough and we wouldn't want to hurt your beautiful skin.”

I fix my gaze on Ronan since Saxon is still gripping himself. Ronan's wings spread wide and he lifts in the air, then sails over me.Soft fabric tickles my back, and I scoot forward as I glance over my shoulder. Ronan has spread out a thick towel, more of a blanket, really.

“Why do you have towels?” I blurt the question out before I realize this might not be the time.

Ronan steps into the pool and towers over me as he stands on the wide seat. “For you, little bird. All of this is for you.”

Atlas grabs me and lifts me over the lip.

My ass hits the towel as water cascades across my skin.

Saxon saunters closer, his gaze wandering down my body.

He smirks, his mouth parting. I wonder how long they've been waiting for this moment.

It may have only been a day for me, but for them?

How have they survived knowing I'm going to crash into their lives without warning? No wonder they hid away down here.

Ronan skims his palms along my legs still dangling in the hot spring.

Desire flares to life within me, and I suck in a shuddering gasp.

When he reaches my thighs, I'm quivering.

A whimper leaves me when Atlas wraps his arm around my waist, his wings creating a cocoon around the three of us.

Saxon lets out a sound of protest and Atlas nips at my shoulder as he pulls them back .

“Down,” Ronan grunts, nodding his chin at Atlas.

My gaze drops to Ronan's cock and I swallow hard. Logically, I know they're essentially made of stone, even though they feel soft to me when they're not in the sun. I didn't realize that meant they would constantly be hard. Makes sense why their pants never fit.

An unbidden giggle works its way up my throat, and I smother it with a hand. Atlas grips my wrist and eases me onto my back. Ronan licks his lips as he spreads my knees, his gaze never leaving my pussy. A shiver rolls through me, both from anticipation and the moisture coating my thighs.