Page 39 of Wings of Valor (Silver City University #4)

“Neptune. It’s Neptune!” I shout, my voice high and whiny.

“Thank fuck,” I hear Raphael say against my neck as everything begins again. Fingers thrusting, tongues lapping. It’s everything and too much at the same time. I shatter, seeing the stars they promised, but not through any telescope.

You’re so fucking beautiful , Zeke says through our mental connection.

As my orgasm fades, I feel a finger teasing against my ass, and know Raphael is there. I want what they promised me before. I want them both at the same time.

“I need—” I start but don’t get the words out as my mind turns to mush beneath their expert touches.

Theo tugs my tank top off over my head so that I’m completely naked, while they’re all mostly clothed. Against my ear, Raph says, “Zeke looks a little lonely, doesn’t he, baby?”

My gaze jumps to Zeke who’s still sitting in that chair, fisting his cock with my underwear. Precum glistens on the tip, beckoning me toward him. I only manage one step before Theo whispers, “Crawl to him.”

A shiver races down my spine as I sink to my knees. I should hate this. I should fight back. But instead, I move closer to Zeke on my hands and knees, desperate for a taste of him. Even when I’m in front of him, his strokes don’t stop. They don’t even falter.

My mouth waters at the sight of my underwear in his fist, choking his cock. I haven’t forgotten what this man likes. “Can I help?” My voice comes out grittier than I expect, so I clear my throat and try again. “I really want your cock in my mouth, Zeke. Please.”

His throat bobs as he swallows, sparing a glance at the guys. I follow his gaze and find them naked, stalking toward us.

“Only until they’re ready to make you come again,” he finally says, and I turn back to him with greedy eyes, not waiting another moment.

I don’t toss the underwear aside, and instead keep it there beneath my fist and immediately lick at the tip, savoring the taste of his arousal. I swirl my tongue around it before taking as much as I can down the back of my throat. He grunts, and I hum my approval.

“Raphael and Theo want to share you. Do you think you can handle them both, hummingbird?”

My pussy clenches around nothing as I nod vigorously. “Mmhmm,” I say around a mouthful of cock.

“Good girl.”

Raphael’s hand skates across my back while Theo’s lips wrap around my nipple. I gasp, feeling overly sensitive, and Zeke takes the opportunity to withdraw his dick from my mouth. I whimper, but he only chuckles.

Theo lies on the bed while Raphael and Zeke help me straddle him. The moment his thick cock slides inside me, stretching me, I need more. I need what they promised me in the training room all those months ago.

Something cold slides between the cheeks of my ass. Lube. Raphael spreads it around, then presses a finger inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumble as Raphael inserts a second finger. Theo’s the thickest of my three men, and I feel so full already. Will there be room for Raph’s cock?

Zeke squirts another drop of lube on my backside while Theo slowly pumps into me with deep, shallow thrusts that have my mind fracturing. How am I this close already? Fuck.

Slick sounds penetrate my mind, but I don’t have to wonder where it’s coming from for too long, because Raphael’s cock is notched against my ass, and he says, “Are you ready, little sun?”

“Gods, yes.”

Zeke puts pressure on my shoulders until I’m leaning over Theo, my hair cascading onto his face, but Zeke notices right away and collects it.

He wraps it around his fist and pulls just as I feel Raphael’s cock press through my tight ring of muscles.

The stretch burns, but the tug on my scalp holds some of the pain at bay, forcing me to split my attention.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Raphael says, settling for a second while I adjust to the new sensations.

Theo’s hand is on my breast, twisting and pinching my nipple just enough to distract me further and allow Raphael to gain another inch.

And when Zeke traces circles on my clit, I clench around both cocks inside me.

Raph and Theo curse at the same time, and my laugh turns into a moan as Raph finally seats himself all the way inside me.

We stay like that, suspended in time for what feels like a lifetime.

“You good?” Theo asks.

I don’t know how to tell him I’m good. Too good. I feel like I could detonate at any moment, and they haven’t even moved yet. With Zeke’s fingers on my clit, the fullness inside me, I might just be going mad.

“So full,” I mewl. “But …” I hesitate, feeling delirious. I need to come. I need them to move, but I also need more .

“What do you need, firefly?”

I turn my head and lock eyes with Zeke. It’s like he knows without my having to say a word. “You want my cock, baby? I can fill up that last hole of yours, hummingbird. All you gotta do is ask.”

My pussy clenches again, and I beg. “Please.” I shift closer to him and open my mouth. He grips his cock and traces my lips with his tip, then places it on my tongue.

“Now be a good girl and suck.”

I do as I’m told, all the while staring up into his forest-green eyes.

He looks away from me, and something passes between him and the others.

Permission maybe, or instructions, I don’t know.

But Raphael begins to move. Slowly at first, he pumps in and out of me, and the move has Theo’s cock rubbing against my inner walls.

I detonate. It happens almost instantly. The buildup having already put me on edge and sensitive. Zeke fucks my mouth, uncaring of the scream that tears up my throat. In fact, I think he enjoys hearing the muffled sound, wet and garbled, around his shaft.

“Fuck,” Theo hisses at the same time Raphael growls, “So tight.”

They don’t let up, and my orgasm goes on and on. It doesn’t even feel like it’s my body anymore. My mind has transcended to a higher plain, and for the briefest moment, I actually think I catch a glimpse of us from somewhere else. An onlooker. A witness.

I know Raph is close, his cock thickening and quivering inside me in the seconds before he comes. Theo is quick to follow, filling me with his warm cum as it pulses inside me. And still, my orgasm doesn’t subside. They thrust for as long as they can before it becomes too sensitive.

Sweat beads on my skin as Zeke pulls his cock from my mouth, and I collapse onto Theo’s chest. My body quakes with little aftershocks of pleasure as I lie here, drained and stuffed and content.

Except, no. There’s still one more thing to do.

“Zeke.”

All three of my men know what I need, and they also know that I’m far too exhausted to do much more than provide a hole and vessel for his cum.

Raphael pulls out first, then Theo. Cum drips out of me, trailing down my leg, but Zeke doesn’t seem to mind as the guys position me and spread my legs for him.

He watches my pussy, seeping with Theo’s cum, and then, in a move that shocks me to my core, he scoops it up and presses it inside me. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen this man do. My broken boy is finally on the path of mending.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and Raphael kisses it away.

Zeke lines himself up with my entrance, then pushes in slowly. His eyes never leave my pussy as, inch by inch, he buries his cock inside me. The moment he’s settled, something shifts. It’s like he’s possessed.

He’s like a rabid dog, and I’m the prey.

He drives into me with the force of a madman.

It takes everything for Theo and Raph to keep my legs spread wide, each of them sucking on a peaked nipple.

And when Zeke grips my hips, shifting me slightly, his cock rubs against that sacred place on my inner wall, and I lose all function as the orgasm hits me.

My muscles seize, head rising with a shout that Raph swallows with a kiss.

It’s sloppy—I’m incapable of anything but feeling, melting, exploding.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Theo whispers, his breath cool on my wet skin.

Zeke lasts longer than I expected him to. When he comes, he grabs my neck and pulls me in for a kiss—Raphael’s taste still on my lips.

A little while later, the four of us are curled up on the makeshift bed.

I’ve been stewing for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out how to broach a subject I’m not so sure I should mention, but the more I think about it, the more convinced I am.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Anything could happen, so I might as well put everything on the table now.

With a deep breath, I jump in. “So, I was thinking.” I sit up, wanting to see each of my men for this. “I know this thing between the four of us is pretty new—”

“Not new,” Raph interrupts. “We were inevitable, all of us. Even Zeke knew it, though he didn’t want to admit it.”

Theo laughs, but it’s Zeke who says, “Well, I hate to admit this, but he’s right. Sort of, anyway.”

“Right, well, do you remember when we read Isaac’s journal scrap about Octavius and Ingrid? It mentioned a ceremony that irrevocably bonded them.” Silence is all that greets me, though I feel three sets of eyes on me, so I continue. “I just thought that maybe, if we survive tomorrow—”

“ When we survive tomorrow,” Theo corrects.

I smile and squeeze his knee. “When we kill Auriel and survive tomorrow, perhaps we can investigate the ceremony and see if it’s viable for us.” Fuck. Doubt settles over me like a cloud. “If you’d want to, of course. No pressure.”

“Yes. Absolutely, yes,” Raphael says.

“Without a single doubt,” Theo adds.

I turn to Zeke, holding my breath. If he says no, what will this mean for us?

“I would love nothing more than to be linked with you.”

“You sure, man?” Theo asks him. “You’d be linked to us, too.”

“Forever,” Raphael adds.

“I’m sure. Even if it means being linked to you Pures .” He says the last word like he’s disgusted, but I see past it to the smile beneath. And then I curl back up with my men in absolute bliss.