Page 172 of Wicked Magik

These flashbacks were tortuous.

Oryx groaned as Veylor came onto the suction of Oryx’s tongue. “I need to fuck.” Oryx snarled. “Get your drenched pussy over here and stop fucking me with a damn shadow dick.”

Veylor fell back against the pillows with me sprawled across him, his sweat-slicked skin hot against mine. Though spent, his arms encircled me with surprising strength as I positioned myself on hands and knees above him. His fingers found my breasts, cupping them possessively.

“He’s in a mood, widen those legs and let him fuck you,” Veylor panted.

In one powerful motion, Oryx claimed me completely. A ragged cry escaped my lips as Veylor's hungry mouth found my breast, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin...

I groaned and slumped against the chair back. "Those replay memories are torture, Oryx. Pure torture." My fist connected with his muscled arm, but he didn't even flinch.

A deep chuckle rumbled from Oryx's chest before he scooped me effortlessly from my chair, settling me across his thighs. Veylor wasted no time claiming my feet, drawing them into his lap with a possessive touch. As he slipped my shoes off one by one, his thumbs pressed into my arches, working magik against my soles.

How did I get so lucky?

Veylor had insisted on an elaborate spread across the massive dining table. Crystal glasses catching the light, silver platters heaped with delicacies, and candles flickering between ornate centerpieces. All for my parents who we hadn't seen in a mere four days.

Yes, four.

Not that I didn’t try to go visit my parents, but the noises on the other side of the door were beyond feral and I was not going to go knocking on that door.

Luckily Thackery, aka dad, came out this morning, his hair all sorts of messed up and told me that mom was demanding to see me, but they were forcing her to rest until dinner.

The smirk on his face told me enough as to why.

I was excited to talk to both of my fathers too. I had my long list of questions and I was ready for my answers.

Yet here we sat, them being ten minutes late and Oryx sending replays of our nasty deeds from the past few days.

Who knew shadows could be so much fun? You don’t even need a sex shop because Veylor can just make stuff out of thin air.

Plus a tail?

I bit my lip when I heard Oryx growl.

“Now who is thinking of explicit things?” His hand ran up my dress, and Veylor gave us both an amused look.

“Can’t take either of you anywhere. Naughty things, both of you.” Veylor scooted his chair closer and pulled on the string of his trousers until we heard the door to the dining hall open.

A snort escaped me as dad strode in wearing his frostwhisperer regalia. Crisp white fabric adorned with blue swirls dancing along the jacket's hem. Father, as Sylvaine preferred to be called now, followed by burnt orange and gold embroidery that caught the light. I attempted to rise, but Oryx and Veylor moved faster. I was in Oryx’s arms as my family approached.

Mom trailed behind my fathers. She’s shorter than me so she looked even tinier than both of the males that led her in. They looked for any danger that could be in their way, but there is none. Nothing but the help that has continued to stay at home despite everything that happened at the ball a week ago.

“Mom! Look who crawled out of the bedroom!” I slapped my hand over my mouth, the audacity I had to say such a thing. She just smiled back and waved her hand in front of her.

“What can I say? I’ve missed them both.” She shrugged her shoulders and came closer to give me a kiss on the cheek. “We will spend more time together alone later, I’ll get my hugs somehow.” She glared at my two males and then hers. “You will have to understand bonded males are different from humans.”

I nodded, agreeing and Mom was swiftly picked up by Sylvaine and placed on his lap across the table from us.

We talked about all the things I have wanted. From how Mom even found them both, she had fallen into a fairy trap and was kidnapped by some not so nice fairies that wanted to steal her teeth and sell her human hair… to how she was rescued and fell in love.

How they survived, used magik to secure the funeral home job. As I got older Mom said the real reason she pushed me away and told me to go to school was because Dad had to put her into a coma to freeze the sickness which is now gone.

"We never doubted your return from that school," dad said, leaning forward with intensity in his eyes. "Your connection to your mother, our kind, runs too deep. After your mother was put to sleep, I discovered that ancient book, the one the funeral director's son had stumbled upon, I recognized it immediately. A text from our realm, with all its portal maps carefully rendered in Latin. I'd planned to leave it where you'd find it, knowing how you'd mastered the language." His mouth twisted with annoyance. "But that insufferable boy snatched it away before we could arrange for it to fall into your hands."

Ugh, Leo.

That asshole.