Page 8 of Wings of Valor (Silver City University #4)

M ira’s daggers lie sheathed and on top of the bag hidden beneath my bed. She insisted on loaning me her holster, promising that, like the daggers, she had plenty of others at home.

I suppose having a guild lieutenant as a father means access to things others wouldn’t have.

The story she shared with me yesterday holds steady in the back of my mind, and I vow that if I make it through this, I’ll get to know her better.

If there’s anything I can do to help with her home situation, I’ll do it.

She deserves to be happy. And it’s the least I can do to repay what she’s done for me.

Heat flares beneath my flesh, rising from the core of power living at my center. I think that means I need to release some of the churning sunfire that’s only grown hotter since planning for this trade. You know, before I burn up and kill myself.

I really should imbue the daggers now. It would mean letting some power out, but I can’t shake the nerves. My dorm room isn’t exactly a fire-safe workspace. Scorching the floor isn’t something I want to explain to anyone, either. Or pay to repair.

I can make it a few more hours without exploding, I think.

Wait. Is that how it works? Is it an explosion of sunfire or being consumed by it? Shit. This is depressing.

No. I’ll be fine. And tomorrow, when I’m on my way to save my parents, I’ll imbue the daggers. That way I can char whatever the fuck I want to without worry.

My slate vibrates at the same time I hear a commotion outside my door.

I’ve been putting the guys off all week, cycling through a range of excuses for why I want to be alone.

Even though I’ve denied them, they keep reaching out.

And since I don’t know what the future holds for me, I allow myself one more night with them.

Raphael, Theo, and Zeke wait for me in the hall of Fallen house. The original plan was that we’d all stay in Raph’s dorm for the night, but because Zeke only has an hour before his shift, we’re going to stay in his room. The fact he even offered blows my mind.

His leaving isn’t ideal, but I couldn’t exactly explain why I wanted him to bow out of work without raising suspicion.

I open the door and am immediately wrapped up in Raph’s arms. He kisses me like a starving man, stealing my breath and making my core ache with need. Theo grabs my chin and angles me toward his waiting mouth, where he swallows my low moan.

“Well? What are you waiting for, house leader? And don’t even try to pretend like you haven’t missed her these past few days,” Raphael challenges Zeke. I want to laugh, but something about the charge in the air keeps me still.

Our eyes lock, and something snaps within him. Instantly, he’s at Raph’s other side, fisting my hair in his grip tight enough to shoot little sparks directly to my clit. I suck in a breath, and he pounces, using the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue.

If I thought I was hot before, it’s nothing compared to this.

The kiss softens as he pulls back, which only makes me want them all more. Just not here. I have too many secrets hiding in here right now. “Take me upstairs. Now. And then I want all of you naked.”

My words spark them into action, and I laugh when, not fifteen seconds later, we’re standing in front of Zeke’s top-floor room, where he struggles to unlock the door.

It probably doesn’t help that I’ve got my arms wrapped around him from behind, stroking his dick through his pants. “Hurry up, Zeke,” I whimper.

“Fuck!” he growls. “Don’t think you won’t”—he pauses to let out a low moan—“pay for this, hummingbird.”

His words only make me smile and squeeze his length.

He finally gets the door unlocked, but I don’t even have a moment to think before he’s facing me, gripping my cheeks in his big hands, and causing my lips to purse together.

In contrast to the rough grip, he places the softest kiss on my mouth.

“Go inside and strip for us. Put on a good show, and I’ll make it worth your while.

” Then he drops all contact with me and backs up, letting me pass through the threshold untouched.

With a promise like that, I’ll do whatever he wants.

I walk by Raphael and Theo, who watch me like they’re not at all upset with Zeke’s demand.

If it’s a show they want, it’s a show they’ll get.

Waiting for them to get inside and shut the door is torture. Could you walk any slower? I huff through the bond.

So eager to strip for us, are you, little sun?

A shy smile spreads across my face. I’m aching to have all your eyes on me.

Theo stands in the open door, his gaze darting between Raph and Zeke, before he finally shuts it. You’re the only thing we see, firefly.

His words cause my heart to flutter as I finally begin taking off my clothes. Theo stays by the closed door, Raph sits with his legs spread and his hand resting on his leg, and Zeke takes up his normal perch against the wall. Each of them watches me.

I close my eyes and hum a tune, slowly undoing the buttons on my shirt. My hips sway to the internal beat, and with every inch of skin I expose, I feel the eyes of my men searing me—tracking every movement with rapt attention.

When I’ve undone all the buttons, I hold the front closed and tease them with small glimpses.

Not wearing a bra was probably the best decision I made today.

The thought solidifies as I finally separate the two sides of my shirt, revealing my hardened nipples, and letting the fabric fall to the floor behind me.

I keep my eyes shut, but the groans from the guys make me smile.

Continuing to hum, I kick off my shoes and pull down my leggings—let’s be real, there’s no sexy way to pull skintight pants off, alright?—until the only thing I’m left in is my underwear. I rarely wear thongs—wedgies are the devil’s work—but I made an exception for this occasion.

I open my eyes to the sight of the guys fully dressed while I’m almost completely naked.

Oh, now this is hot. The moment solidifies my want for tonight to be about them.

The guys I’m obsessed with. I don’t know if I’ll survive without the three of them in my life, and with the outcome of tomorrow unknown, I need to show them how I feel tonight—so they never have to guess.

Extending my hand to Zeke, I silently beg him to approach first. The choice is easy. He only has a limited time with us tonight, but even if that wasn’t the case, I need him to understand that I want him just as much as Raphael and Theo. His place within my heart is just as secure as theirs.

The reassurance is something I didn’t realize he might need until only recently. Now that I do, everything makes a little more sense.

He strides forward with the confidence of a man who never loses. Now this is the Zeke who dropped in from the clouds and showed me around Fallen house. The same one who threatened to fuck me in the sky in front of everyone below.

Zeke wastes no time once he reaches me. He plasters me against him, his erection pressing against my stomach while he teases my lips with his tongue until I open for him. Then he ravishes me. He consumes me. Steals the very breaths from my lungs until it feels as if I might faint.

His attention moves down my neck, and I try to undo the button of his jeans and attempt to lower the zipper. Anything to free his cock so I can finally feel it against my palm. But his hand has slipped into my panties, his fingers sliding through my wet heat, making me fumble.

He groans. “You’re soaked already. Is this all for us? Do you yearn to be filled with our cocks, hummingbird?”

A moan is the only response I can muster while he toys with my clit.

“Do you think you can handle the three of us at once?” Zeke inserts a finger inside my aching core, pumping it slowly.

“One for Raphael.” He adds a second finger, making my legs tremble.

“One for Theo.” I grip his shirt, a soft moan escaping me as he shoves in a third finger, stretching me. “And one for me.”

He fucks me with his three fingers faster and harder, hitting a spot inside me that has my toes curling. Raphael and Theo watch on with utter fascination—each stroking their cocks. The sight of them mixed with Zeke’s manhandling has me coming apart in his arms, drenching his hand with my orgasm.

“Oh, I think you’ll manage all three of us just fine.” My core is still spasming when he pulls out of me and stares at his fingers coated in my pleasure. Without a second thought, he licks them clean, growling like a beast. “I missed your taste, hummingbird.”

A shiver races down my spine. I need them. I need more . “Why the hell do you all still have your clothes on?”

Theo and Raphael take theirs off immediately, but Zeke only stretches his arms wide. “If you want me naked, undress me. But just know the moment my cock is free, I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”

His dirty words have more liquid pooling between my legs. I’m frantic, removing his clothes as quickly as fucking possible—or at least trying to. The bastard doesn’t make it easy for me, using every opportunity to rub my clit through the fabric of my underwear.

When I only have his boxers left to remove, I shift my gaze to Raphael and Theo, who still haven’t moved from their positions. Are they giving me time alone with Zeke? Is this a truce on their part to make him feel more comfortable?

Whatever it is, I appreciate it. Not because I want Zeke by himself.

I’d gladly take them all at once, alone, or however I can get them, but this is new territory for us.

For Zeke. And for them, too. We haven’t exactly all gotten along, and the last thing I want to do is ruin this before we even have a chance to make it work.

I’ll be sure to thank them for their efforts later.

Focusing back on Zeke, I drop to my knees before him and pull down his boxers. His hard, veiny cock springs free. I can’t resist sticking out my tongue and licking the bead of precum glistening at the tip.