Page 162 of Wicked Magik

“It’s strange. It’s still beating,” I whispered.

Veylor sat on the bed, the heart came closer to me. While I have always had a strong connection with Oryx, felt safe with him the moment I meant him, Veylor I had reservations about.

But now?

His heartbeat wildly in his hand, and my curiosity got the better of me. I leaned forward and took a single finger and traced the outside. My body felt so full, just as I do with Oryx. The love that overflowed with my monster began to fill with Veylor. A strong connection that I felt was slightly lacking, the trust that I still was building with Veylor, it was here… all right here.

Suddenly, lines appeared, smoke, the shadows encompassed it.

“My soul has been crushed to create magik, but I did not destroy all of it. I could be more powerful, bring more spirits from the Under Shadows to do my bidding.” He shook his head. “Something held me back, however.” He grabbed my hand and let it rest on top of his heart. “The thought of being completely soulless was terrifying but bringing back Oryx was all I thought about. At the last moment I left the tiniest parts of me in here.”

My thumb rubbed across the smooth surface.

“What I mean to say is,” Veylor said frustratedly. “It wasn’t strong enough to make me see you for who you are to me in the beginning but I wouldn’t change it for how it finally brought us together.”

My lip curled into a smile. “Yeah, we had a rough go didn’t we?”

Veylor nodded. “I apologize, it was…”

I pressed my finger to his lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, you have two other souls to fill you up now, huh?”

Oryx crawled onto the bed, his tail wrapped around Veylor’s arm with his beating heart. “Yes, we will help fill you up. In your soul and body.”

I snorted, and nudged Oryx’s shoulder.

Tendrils of shadow lifted Veylor's heart, suspending it above us like a dark moon. I watched, transfixed by its rhythmic pulse, as their weight settled onto the mattress beside me. Their fingersfound the laces of my corset, tugging at the intricate knots with growing impatience.

“Why do females have to wear such complicated clothing,” Oryx huffed and finally ripped the shoulder of the material.

“It’s best to savor sometimes my love. Our pet screams louder and fills your belly more.”

Before I could come back with a retort, Veylor’s mouth was on my exposed breast and Oryx’s tail had wrapped around my leg. Someone, because there were too many touches to understand who was who had pushed my underwear to the side. His tail probed between my folds and gently glided inside.

That’s new.

I wiggled in their grasps, feeling the clothing fall away, the shadows lifting and then discarding the clothing off the sides of the bed.

“I know you like to be in charge, Oryx, but to complete our bonding, you need to listen closely to what I say. We will leave it as a surprise for our pet.”

I growled in frustration as Oryx's tail continued to pump into me and Veylor’s cock rubbed at my hip. “What surprise?”

Oryx’s tongue licked up my cheek. His tail had wiggled his way up my body and caressed my cheek before he slid it into my mouth. “Taste this and listen. We will move your body where you need it, you need not do a thing.”

I bit his tail playfully, and he extracted it from my mouth. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly,” Veylor said and cupped my mound. “Because one wrong move could split you in half.”

My mouth hung open in shock until hands were all over me, lifting me onto all fours. Veylor laid on his back, so his head was between my thighs. He pulled my pussy roughly to his mouth.

“Sit, darling, and grind your clit into my face.”

Don’t have to tell me twice.

My fingers tangled in his hair, anchoring me as waves of pleasure rippled through my body. His mouth hummed against my most sensitive flesh, sending shivers up my spine. I caught my lower lip between my teeth, desperate to contain the sounds threatening to escape.

Behind me, Oryx's warm hand gripped my hip while the unmistakable wet sounds of his other hand working his length reached my ears.

“That’s it, let him lap at that pretty clit,” Oryx whispered as he hovered over us. His hand gripped tighter into my hip as I tried to hold myself up, especially when I felt the slick of Oryx’s lubricated fingers enter me.