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EILISH

Mercenary Stronghold

Baron and Pyre follow me into my chambers.

There is tension between us already and I force myself to look away from Baron’s thick, muscular neck.

And Pyre... God, Pyre is so large, nearly brushing the top of his head against the high ceilings as he steps inside the room.

Their presence fills my sanctuary with a dominant energy that makes me feel so small and fragile.

“Galmer is spying on us,” I say as a way of distraction. They’ve heard the news just as I have.

Pyre sits on the edge of my bed and removes the mask from his face.

His breathtaking appearance is always a shock at first. The runes and sightless eyes don’t take away from the harsh beauty of his angular face.

Those sensual lips part to speak and, for a moment, I find myself entranced by the movement of his mouth.

“Galmer is simply showing caution. He must put the needs of those within the walls above our needs. We have an alliance with him, but he feels threatened by your growing power.”

“Mmm,” Baron groans as he swipes his tongue along the curve of his top lip.

He looks at me as if he’s a starving man and I’m…

supper. “If Galmer were smart, he would try to earn Eilish’s trust. The gods know I’d give anything to keep tasting from the well of her power.

Sweet... succulent... like ripe fruit dripping down my chin. ”

I shift in my seat and accept a goblet of wine from Pyre’s hand. “I have no interest in Galmer.”

“Good,” Baron answers.

“But I think Cambion and I are getting closer…” sharp laughter interrupts my words.

I arch my eyebrow at Baron and he holds his hands up in surrender.

He walks to me and leans in close to my face, hands bracing the chair where I sit.

His wolfish grin causes my thighs to clench even as I feel the urge to spread them for his claim.

“I’m sure you and Cambion are closer,” he purrs. “Did he fuck you or did you make love ? Tell me Eilish: Do you shred his back and scream at the rafters with him too?”

“Easy, Baron.” The sharpness of Pyre’s tone breaks through Baron’s intensity. “You sound as if you’re mocking her and we both know you like to think of her being taken by many lovers... at once.”

My heart begins to pound feverishly. “Cambion is repenting for his actions against all of us. He and I just… share a different connection. Not stronger or more loving, just different. And, to be honest, what Cambion and I do on our own time is none of your business... unless you want it to be.”

Baron gets right into my face. I’m not sure if my words have challenged him or turned him on or both. “I do. And I want to watch the next time he fucks you.”

Pyre chuckles and stands up to remove his coat.

He hangs the long, black garment on a hook beside the door as I watch the muscles of his arms flex.

“I, for one, am proud of the progress Cambion and Theren have made thus far. Their willingness to acknowledge their mistakes is impressive. All of us have gone through many changes since our paths crossed.” He hands Baron a goblet and the vampire doesn’t waste any time downing its contents. But first he steps away from me.

Being alone with them feels different somehow, more intimate maybe?

I finish my wine, needing the courage, and allow the side of me that yearns for them to take over.

My feet carry me over to Baron. I take the goblet from his hands and set it aside.

He smirks and stares down at me with his lip pulled between sharp teeth.

Heat flashes in his eyes as I reach up and unbutton the long line of buttons that trails down his torso.

The silk shirt slithers down his shoulders and hits the ground with a soft flutter.

My hands move to the belt at his waist and make quick work of the buckle.

I gasp as the front of his trousers dips, giving me a glimpse of the rigid curve of his cock.

He winks and steps out of his pants. But when he reaches for me, I push him towards the bed.

“If you want to watch so much, then get on the bed. Don’t look away.

” His grin grows tenfold and I feel the weight of his gaze on me as he crawls onto the duvet.

Baron situates himself shamelessly on his back, legs splayed in a lavish display of toned flesh.

I turn to Pyre and the necromancer steps towards me in a way that is more instinct than anything else.

I circle him, loving the way he towers over me.

I feel powerful as I reach around and untie his sacred robes. The brush of my fingers against his throat as I stand on my toes to press a kiss to his jaw causes Pyre to inhale sharply. Baron leans forward on the bed a bit, getting comfortable.

“Without his sight, his senses are more intense,” he explains as Pyre shivers. I look over at Baron as my lips brush Pyre’s ear and I wonder if Baron is enjoying himself as much as Pyre.

He growls and flashes his fangs. “Don’t tease us. Show him what that pretty mouth of yours can really do, Eilish. Make me proud.”

I feel warmth spread through my body and move to stand in front of Pyre. His blindness puts him at my mercy. And the fact that I can render this powerful being incapable of speaking beyond a moan or a heated sigh is invigorating.

***

BARON

Pyre’s rune covered skin is bared to my eyes and Eilish’s hands trace each and every contour of his muscular form.

Her nails gently scrape over his nipples and he hisses, arching his back as she explores his body.

I adore the contrast of my mentor’s darkness against her brilliant light.

It’s awe inspiring. I can’t tear my gaze away.

Eilish sinks to her knees and Pyre’s robes fall.

I gulp loudly as she paws at his enormous erection.

My own cock twitches against my thigh, stiffening as the blood in my body rushes to my loins.

Pyre meets my gaze just as Eilish tugs his leathers down his thighs.

I know he can’t see me, but the pleasure written on his face the moment Eilish wraps her fingers around his prick is exquisite.

I hear her swallow before taking Pyre into her mouth. He bucks and buries his length down her throat in one fluid motion. He gasps and grabs the back of her head, pausing for a moment as if asking permission. Eilish squeezes his thighs and holds on.

I close my eyes for just a moment, listening to the sounds of Eilish’s throat working as Pyre fucks her mouth. The sound makes me shudder. I can’t hold it anymore. I crawl towards the edge of the bed and yank them down with me.

Eilish snickers. “Impatient.”

I shut her up with a kiss. She slips her tongue into my mouth and I taste Pyre there.

For a moment I recoil, but the strangeness disappears as I realize he tastes similar to myself.

Pyre moves to take my place on his back on the bed.

Eilish crawls up his chest and straddles his lap.

Pyre grabs her hips and I reach between to stroke her clit.

Warm juices trickle between my fingers. Eilish tosses her head back and moans loudly. The bulbous crown of Pyre’s cock brushes my fingers and I ease him into Eilish’s weeping slit. She grips Pyre’s shoulders so hard, red welts appear. He smiles and traces a line up her neck with his tongue.

“Open for him, Eilish. You can take both of us.” She’s done it before.

I tease her opening with the head of my prick. She bites her lip and barrels down. I feel the give and thrust into her. Pyre swallows her scream in a searing kiss that causes her to shiver. A new flood of wetness pools between us and I bury myself inside her with a satisfied groan.

Eilish begins to rock her hips. I feel each squelching slide and every fluttering kiss of her womb.

My fingers pet her folds. I feel her clit graze my hand each time she drops onto our cocks.

She chases that delicious pleasure that waited on the other side of the pain that comes each time we claim her body.

Pyre starts thrusting up to meet the rhythm she set with her pulsing hips.

I tangle my hand in her hair and pull her back against my chest. Their movements stroke my cock beautifully.

I watch Eilish lean down and whisper into Pyre’s ear only seconds before his hands find their way to my hips. My rhythm falters, but not for long.

I watch them kiss deeply, tongues swirling and fighting for dominance.

My instinct is to turn away, to refuse myself this sight, but I find myself dipping my head towards them.

Eilish groans deeply when she feels me join the kiss.

Her thrusts become more violent as she slams herself down over and over, impaling her tender flesh on our erections.

Pyre’s thrusts are quick and shallow while mine are deep and punishing. I feel the lush darkness within her rising just as her channel squeezes around us. Her climax causes hot, rippling muscles to caress our sensitive cocks.

“You have no idea how good you feel,” I manage.

“Baron!” she screams. “Pyre… I…”

“Use your power, Eilish.” Pyre’s bruising grip intensifies.

Eilish places one hand on his chest and I place my hand over hers.

The roar of power rises. That crimson smoke of her succubus power surrounds Pyre as he arches off the bed.

I kiss her neck and feel the probing power of the angel as she opens the connection.

She acts as a conduit of magic, pulling The Veil’s power from Pyre and filtering it into me.

“Do it!” Eilish shouts, breaking through that wall of pleasure once more.

Pyre lifts off the bed and I sink my fangs into his neck and the familiar burst of magic hits my taste buds.

I lose control and my cock twitches one last time before I spill my seed inside her.

I feel the transfer. Pyre has given me part of his guardianship of The Veil.

And with it, he’s given me part of his soul.

Darkness swarms my vision...

The bond... the bond is strong between Pyre and I. And my affection for Eilish has grown as well. I feel her heartbeat in my chest as though we share the same heart. Hands stroke my hair and I open my eyes to find her staring down at me. She smiles and traces my lips with the pad of her fingers.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I think we should do that again. It was... liberating,” she says.

Pyre chuckles from his place beside us. The necromancer looks a little too comfortable sprawled across the sheets in the nude, scarlet hair fanning across the pillows like some sort of renaissance painting.

I feel heat rising to my cheeks as Eilish cranes her neck to lick the bite mark I left on him.

She moans and peers at me through a curtain of white hair, an impish smile curling her lips.

I’ve never been more in love in my life or death.