I had more important things on my mind.
My destiny was approaching in a flurry of wings, and I had a side to choose.
Funny how the path that had been the most perilous now seemed the sensible option.
Surging into the air, I marveled at my new strength. The magic gave me power, letting me tunnel upward, shuttling me amid the clouds until I could find the flurries of air like a bird would.
As I allowed the wind to tug at me, to help me find my feet, I played. There was no other word for it. I’d never done this before, had never just flown for the sake of it. I’d always been either hiding my wings or trying to train while flying. This was for pleasure, and the freedom it gave me made me feel like a child again.
A big kid, but one nonetheless.
As I pirouetted in the sky, dancing amid the clouds, I felt them approach. A smile curved my lips as my heart began to drum. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who was there. My magic spread from me, bursting out of each and every single pore to meet them, to cocoon them in its safety.
The night of the meteor had proven that my magic was a harness of sorts, so why shouldn’t I protect those I needed the most?
When Daniel pressed himself against me, I tilted my head back so he could find my mouth. Seph’s heat pressed along my ass before he settled between my wings, and I found a resting place on his shoulder to settle my head.
As Dan kissed me, he and Seph kept me aloft, and I let them as he explored my mouth, his tongue thrusting against mine with an urgency that spoke of his worry, his concerns that still simmered from the time when I’d slept a healing sleep. I reached up and cupped his jaw, holding him close, letting him burn off his tension. When he pressed back, dipping small, biting kisses to my lips before dropping them along the line of his jaw, I grinned as I twisted my body, tearing myself free of their hold and plummeting through the sky.
A mere week ago, terror had engulfed me when I’d been in a similar state. But now? I was in control. I could sense each and every airwave as though they were written in the sky before me, and I knew I could control myself and my descent.
Still, that was for later.
I whooped as I tunneled through the air, my legs held firmly together, toes pointed, as I enjoyed the sharp drop before I tumbled in the sky and plunged face first, then dipped through a flurry and soared forth into a glide. A hoarse bark of laughter escaped me as the joy of the moment filled me, and when I turned around, I grinned, seeing all three of my Virgo flying with me.
How had I not known the joy that could be found in flying with them?
How had I thought flight was a chore?
I must have been crazy.
I couldn’t imagine stopping this, couldn’t envision avoiding this side of my life anymore. My wings had always felt foreign to me, alien. They’d been something to hide, something to be ashamed of, but in this moment, I knew I could never feel that way ever again.
They were as much a part of me as these men were, these men who, even though I was a freak beyond compare, still flew by my side, roaring through the wind with me.
And just like that, something clicked deep inside me. A burning urge that had been lying dormant. A desire so strong, so fierce and ferocious, it was a wonder I wasn’t disintegrating into ash and slamming into the ground itself.
I rode the air currents until I could soar upward once more, pointing my feet together and directing my way through the flurries like I was a dolphin riding the waves. When I was thousands of feet in the sky, I swirled around and hurled myself at Matthew. He jerked back, almost dropping me in his surprise, and I bellowed out a laugh as he grabbed a tight hold of me, finally realizing what I was about.
The second I was in his arms, the sense of rightness hit me again. It was there, overwhelming my being, as need and want coalesced into a big ache that demanded they help me ease this curiously delicious pain that they’d caused and only they’d soothe.
“You okay, love?” Matt asked, whispering the words into my ear. Of course, at this temperature and with the wind, the whisper was more of a shout, but still, it was sweet.
“I need you,” I murmured, gripping his tee and hauling him into me. I didn’t let him reply, just pressed our mouths together, grabbed his hands and directed them to my ass. My legs were around his waist, my arms slotted around his middle so they didn’t get in the way of his wings. Holding him this tightly, I could feel all the good bits on his body. With my calves, I squeezed his ass. With my arms, I could feel the delicious muscles curving his spine, my belly pressed into his hard stomach, and my tits were bound against a wall of pecs that spoke of a lifetime’s restraint and training.
How was this male mine?
As I plunged my tongue into his mouth, the question reversed itself as he only allowed me so much freedom before taking charge.
How was I this male’s?
Shuddering at the thought, I whimpered as he thrust his tongue against mine, making little fluttering motions that had me humping him in response. That simple twitch of his tongue had sensation roaring through me, and Sol, I needed a damn sight more than what he was giving me.
I reached between us to grab his dick. Sure, it was awkward, but that was bound to get the ball rolling, right? I rocked my hips, drawing my pelvis along his sex, and when he grunted, but clamped his hands down on my ass, I moaned. I loved how he owned my touch, how he reigned over my body—how they all did.
I would grant this kind of liberty to no other male, but my males? Sol, yeah, I would.
Every time.
I didn’t care if it was kismet, a meteorite, or just dumb luck that had brought them into my world, I was just grateful. Grateful to Sol and Gaia, and whichever other deity might have had a hand in giving me the gift of the Virgo bond.
He moved a hand, lifting it so he could grab my chin and angle my head to better kiss me. The move enabled him to tuck my face against his shoulder, further cocooning me in him.
I’d never, not in all my life, been stronger. Both magically and physically. Whatever had happened in Honolulu had fundamentally changed me, and yet, here? I was exactly how I was supposed to be—protected by him. Shielded by them all.
I shuddered, my thoughts working against me just as his touch did. When he pulled his mouth back to nip my bottom lip, I trembled and called on my magic to draw our clothes away.
The second the cold air hit us? We both shivered, but deep inside, that frigid current that battered us both didn’t affect us. Being Fae, we were impervious to the various ways in which altitude could affect a human. The only thing we couldn’t do was soar past the lower echelons of the thermosphere, which was just past where a hot air balloon could float.
So, even though we felt the cold, it didn’t hurt us. If anything, it made the internal fire within me seem all the hotter.
I groaned as skin pressed to skin, and when I could feel his hardness against my belly, I rocked my hips up once more.
“You’re so slick,” he ground out, his face stony, his features hard with tension. But his eyes? Sol, they glittered like blue diamonds. “So fucking wet.”
Licking my lips, I whispered, “For you.”
He grunted, reached between us, and dragged his dick through my folds. The pressure and the caress had my eyes fluttering closed as I rocked my head back, tilting it so the wind buffeted me slightly, giving me a sense of freedom I felt sure I could only experience because I was in the sky.
When Matt used my movement, one that had my back arching upward, to begin nuzzling my tits, I whimpered, loving how he bit my nipples before sucking on them, how he laved his tongue along the ruched flesh before nibbling around the hard tip. When he drew me down onto his shaft, I cried out, my eyes clenching shut and my nails moving up to his shoulders so I could dig them into the fleshiest part there. The scent of blood filled the atmosphere around us, and I knew that was because whatever the Sol had happened to the tips made them metal now.
His blood called to me in a way t
hat nothing else ever had. My grandfather had told me that I’d need to bite them hard enough to break skin, and my nails facilitated that gesture. I dropped down, pressed my face to where I’d made the puncture marks, and aligned my teeth as best as I could to them. I wasn’t sure if it was the bite, or the fluid exchange that finalized the Virgo bond, but when Matt felt my teeth against him, a roar escaped him as he began to pump me up and down on his cock, using his grip on my hips to urge me to ride him.
When he ground me down onto his shaft, making sure that he went as deep as he could go, I happened to open my eyes and saw Seph and Dan were watching us. They weren’t hovering in place like we were, relying on wing power alone to keep us this high. They glided as much as they could at this height, but they were observing us, waiting for me. For their turn.
My tongue felt thick in my mouth, and I pushed it down against the salty skin of Matt’s shoulder as I rubbed the small marks I’d made there.
When I happened to see Dan pull his cock out and start to jack off, the fire inside me exploded. The need from before burst into a cascade of furious desperation that had me fucking Matt back. I needed his cum more than I needed to Claim them all, and that was saying something.
My hunger wasn’t infinite, it was definitely finite—for these three, and yet, I was rapacious in my need, ravenous for them in a way I wasn’t sure how to acquiesce.
With a moan, I let Matt reach between us and rub my clit. I was so wet that even with my pulse roaring in my ears, even with the wind rushing against us, I could hear my sounds. I’d never, not in all my life, gotten as wet as I did with these three. It was a primitive, atavistic response that turned me on all the more. I loved that I drenched them, loved that only they could make me this wet.
It was oddly empowering, and even odder still? Deliciously submissive.
It was a reminder that they could do this to me. That only they could reduce me to this wet puddle of desperate hunger.
I moaned as he frigged my clit and my teeth dug deeper into the soft flesh of his shoulder as he did so. When the orgasm rushed through me, my pussy clenched down on his shaft, pulling his seed from him, demanding it. Milking him dry, taking every ounce of him inside me.
With a groan, he came, giving me what I needed, but it was only one third of what my body required to finally feel satiated.
Even while I could breathe a little easier, the gnawing ache somewhat appeased, it wasn’t enough.
It could never be enough.
Not without my other Virgo.
Never without them too.
Five
Daniel
The sight of her coming around Matthew’s cock would have, once upon a time, revolted me.
The Fae were traditional, old-fashioned. We weren’t into group sex, into sharing our women, and considering our naturally ingrained arrogance, was it any wonder?
We weren’t raised with the belief that sharing was caring, that it was important. We took without question—it was the way of our people and one of the major reasons the other species disliked us.
But as I watched Matt pleasure our woman, I felt no jealousy. I felt only a hunger to be inside Riel, for her to give us what we needed, for me to give her what she craved.
This was sex and lust at its most base form.
These urges that were driving us were bestial, animalistic, and even though I knew I should hate them, hate what she did to me, I didn’t.
I loved it.
I thought I even loved her.
This bond was raw and real, and for the first time in my life, it made me look outside the realms of what I’d been taught and into a whole other world. What I saw both thrilled and scared me, but I’d deal with both contradictory emotions with her, because we were destined to be as one.
I inhaled sharply when she finally dislodged her teeth from Matt’s shoulder—little vampire. My lips twitched and she saw me smiling at her, saw me, and the flames in her eyes had me shuddering as I clenched my fist around my cock.
She called to me with her eyes, enticed me forward, and like a lamb to the slaughter, I moved closer. This was in complete contrast to how I’d felt before—demanding and aggressive, needing her to submit to me. In this instance, she was in charge, she had the control, and I wasn’t averse to that.
Not at all.
When I flew to her, shifted around her so I had her back while Matt had her front, I ignored the fact that Matt had turned her ass invisible, and that all I could see was his cock fucking air, and I dropped my lips to her shoulder and licked my tongue along the sinews of her throat. She hummed under her breath, tipping her head back to fall against me, and I let her, I used the gesture that opened her to me to take advantage of her vulnerability. I nipped along the curve of her throat, sucked in certain places, loving the little shivers she gave, reveling in the fire she sent through my veins even though I was the one pleasuring her and not vice versa.
Matt shot me a look, one I understood—he let go, and with the release of his touch, her ass and belly became visible once more. Where his hands had touched had disappeared, and before I could consider the ramifications of that, I pressed my leg between hers and murmured, “Twist around.”
“Maybe I don’t want to,” she replied back, her tone sassy and sultry.
“I’ll fuck you any way you want, baby,” I growled, that hitch in her voice making me so hard I felt sure I’d come the second I was inside her. “But how am I going to feel those sweet teeth in me if you’re facing forward?”
She huffed. “Fair point.”
As I grinned, and without further ado, she spun around, using my knee to help prop her up, then hitched her leg around my hip before doing the same with the other. Now my hands were on her ass and her arteries were glowing, making her look like a light show. But I wasn’t interested in my powers, all I cared about was her Claiming me.
At long last.
We’d known about this bond for barely any time at all, and yet it felt as though I’d been eating, sleeping, drinking, and breathing it all my life.
I was ready to be hers.
Ready for her to make that move.
I slipped my hand between her thighs, and when I felt her arousal and Matt’s cum, I began to spread it over her pussy, using it to give me a lighter touch as I rubbed her clit. The way she was rocking against me told me that she was more than prepared for me to be inside her, but I needed her to be as desperate for me as I was for her.
Her body arched against mine as I tormented her clit, flicking it gently with my thumb before rubbing it faster and harder, letting her feel the contrasting emotions—letting her know what it felt like to be her Virgo. Everything was a contradiction. The need to fuck but the hunger to savor. The desire to protect conflicting with the craving to bring her to her knees. It was a study of contrasts, and I’d have to make sure I was well read in the subject for the rest of my life.
A prospect that made me smile against her lips as I robbed a kiss from her. She moaned, her tongue languidly thrusting against mine as I caressed her clit before speeding up in time to my fingers. Her arms came around my neck, clutching tightly to me, holding me fast and firm in her grip like she never wanted to let me go—and Sol, I never wanted her to let me go either.
I’d die in her arms and be a happy man.
Grunting at the thought, I pulled back, panting, and licked her lips with the very tip of my tongue. Her eyes were sleepy, but the silvery orbs within were glinting at me oddly. I was used to chocolate brown, not silvery-blue, but she was Riel. How couldn’t I adore her? How couldn’t I need her whatever she looked like?
“Are you ready for me?” I rasped, my tone gritty and loaded with need.
“Always,” she replied, her voice a whisper that felt like a roar to me.
I thrust a finger into her pussy, testing her out, and when she clenched around me—not just her cunt, but her arms and legs too? I moaned, pushing my forehead against hers as I began to rub the front wall of her pussy, hooki
ng my finger a little to give her maximum pleasure.
When her hands came to my head, I wasn’t surprised when she grabbed a hold of my ears and used them to force me to look at her.
Smirking, I asked, “You want something?”
“Your cock,” she rasped, her eyes dilating before turning into pinpricks. “Inside me. Now.”
“That can be arranged,” I told her thickly and, within seconds, I obeyed, thrusting into her was like coming home, yet equally, I needed more than just her body—I needed her heart, her fucking soul.
As I slammed into her, using my brute strength to slide her up and down my shaft, I loved her cries, adored her hoarse screams as I gave her what she’d asked for. With each thrust, she drew nearer to Claiming me. I could feel it bubbling closer to the surface. She pinged my clothes away, so when her nails dug into my shoulders, I instantly scented blood, and like that, she was there, her teeth digging in where her nail tips had made me bleed. As she bit down, her tongue thrust against the thick flesh of my shoulder, and I released a roar as our bond began to finalize, as this link between us unified us for a lifetime.
We were her Virgo, but more than that, as individuals, we each had our bond.
I loved that it took all three of us to trigger the Rut, but when it came down to the Claiming, it was one-on-one. As she made me hers, I’d never appreciated that more. She was ours, but she was mine, and our individual bond was up to us to protect and cultivate.
As she clamped down around me, her pussy fluttering worse than my wings ever could, I had no choice but to let go. My release exploded from me, bursting from my balls as though I hadn’t come in weeks and not days. It felt red-hot, like fucking lava, and as it soaked her pussy, I felt my claim settle into place.
As she panted into my throat, her slick skin sticking to mine, in the distance, two things made themselves known to me.
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