Blaze of Wrath (Phoenix Rising Book 5)

by Harper Wylde

  The heat of Damien’s body warmed me through the mere inches separating us. “Are you going to do something about that shifter’s scent on you? Or are you going to make me take care of the problem?”

  I narrowed my eyes on his intense features, taking in the slight tug pulling at one corner of his lips. “And just how are you going to take care of the problem?” I countered, feeling smug. For all of two seconds.

  Damien’s entire face transformed into a cocky, self-assured smirk as his mind entered mine, playing vivid images slowly. My breath hitched as I watched him strip my clothes from my body one piece at a time, baring me to him and his brothers’ view. The vision quickly faded, and heated growls of assent and approval filtered through the air. Suddenly, my world went topsy-turvy as Damien scooped me up and slung me over his shoulder effortlessly, as though I weighed nothing.

  “Damien!” I screeched, my pitch matching the tone my Phoenix often used in my mind. “Put me down!” I slapped his ass and he growled happily.

  “That’s not the way to convince me, sweetheart,” he said, and his voice was deep with the husky notes of his Gargoyle.

  The guys laughed as I pushed off of Damien’s rock-hard back to shoot daggers at them with my eyes, but there was no way to hide the fact that I was actually enjoying their caveman-esque treatment.

  A flood of footsteps followed us up the stairs as Damien beelined it to the bathroom, finally righting my world by setting me back on my feet. My head spun with the rush of blood that surged through my system. I realized belatedly that Theo had slipped into the bathroom with us, maneuvering around Damien to turn on the shower. He methodically checked the temperature, adjusting the knob until the heat met with his satisfaction.

  “Strip, sweetheart,” Damien demanded, his imposing form filling the tiny space of the room. Beyond us, Ryder leaned on the doorway, propping one arm above him while he cocked his head and watched. Hiro’s gaze was molten as he stood next to Ryder, those dark brown eyes full of sex and intent. Last but certainly not least, Killian was settled behind them, his view unhindered by his brothers since he stood slightly taller than the others. One of his hands was braced on the top corner of the door frame as though he had all the time in the damn world to stand there and observe our little show. All they needed was some popcorn.

  I smirked and turned back to Damien. “Make me.”

  A surge of power rippled through the bathroom and my Phoenix rose. She cawed her desire to meet her mate, and I was barely able to deny her when she pressed against my skin, bringing a wave of power so strong, a glow radiated out of me. Long, sharp fangs erupted from Damien in response, elongating over the curve of his bottom lip. He tossed his head back and hissed, stretching his mouth and adjusting to his partial shift. The simple grey t-shirt Damien wore quickly became collateral damage, the straining seams ripping to shreds when he bulked up like a sexy hulk with the presence of his alter. He shredded the remaining scraps from his body, exposing the etched lines of his chest. I let go of my control, lunged forward, and pressed myself against him. My hands singed the cotton covering him in a mission to destroy the impending barrier that kept his skin from mine.

  “Fuck,” Ryder groaned, the passion and tension overwhelming the tiny space. My Phoenix preened, enjoying her mates around her. Somewhere deep within me was a twang, the smallest seed of regret that Joshua wasn’t with us to make me feel complete, but it wasn’t time for that yet, and I was determined to enjoy the here and now. To please the mates I loved. To show them that just because we’d expanded by one more member, it didn’t mean we weren’t still the same group at our core.

  Claw-tipped fingers gripped the base of my shirt and I lifted my arms for Damien without challenge. The glide of the fabric teased my flesh as he bared me. Theo, who was standing beside us, extended his arm to brush his knuckles lightly down my side.

  I arched my back into Damien, enthralled by the way he pushed back his shift, making his fingers normal again so he could thread them into my hair without hurting me. He cupped the back of my head, angled my face up toward his, and leaned down, igniting a passionate kiss.

  He tensed under my fingertips as I sucked on his tongue. A thunderous groan shook him when I pulled back and his eyes clouded with lust. Tightening fingers pulled my hair back and then Damien angled my face toward Theo in the sexiest, most demanding way.

  I watched Theo strip his clothes from his body one piece at a time. His hands moved slowly, teasingly, as my focus followed his every movement. Theo was a god, my own personal Poseidon, and I worshipped at his altar. His golden skin was nearly smooth, his chest mostly hairless. Corded muscles covered his chest, arms, and abdominals, making me almost drool in appreciation over the man I still couldn’t believe was mine. By the time he was down to nothing, I was a panting, heaving puddle.

  “Kiss your other mate, Nix.” Damien’s deep tenor reverberated through my body from all the places we still touched, and the order made my core throb. Theo groaned from the scent of my arousal infusing the air and moved forward in one, fluid motion to seal his lips to mine. The tip of his tongue licked along the line of my lips and I parted for him, letting him plunge inside to conquer what was his.

  Thoroughly distracted, I didn’t pay attention to the two men maneuvering me until I was lifted over the edge of the tub and placed under the spray of the shower. The moment we were submerged in the steady stream, Theo’s Kraken sent a pulse of magic out to twine with mine. The fragrance of the ocean was thick and heady as Theo’s hands slipped over my body.

  Together, he and Damien worked to soap me up, four hands trailing over every part of my flesh as they washed away the scent of the offending shifter. Theo’s hands glided smoothly over my arms, my back, and my ass, pulling me closer as he and his brother sandwiched me between them. Damien teased my nipples to stiff peaks as he lathered them, squeezing the tips between his large fingers and weighting them in his hands. Then one, smooth palm forged a path down my stomach, heading south. I groaned as Damien’s hand cupped my sex possessively, and the sound was mirrored by Theo as Damien’s knuckles brushed along the hard line of his cock. The moment was so damn hot that I nearly combusted on the spot, and my pussy clenched around nothing, increasing my need to blazing heights.

  The pressure against my pussy grew as Damien rubbed the heel of his hand right over my clit. I moaned, the sound echoing off of the hard tiles, and I heard Killian’s corresponding growl from somewhere behind me. Before I could open my eyes, Damien thrust two fingers inside of me, and I threw my head back into his shoulder on a cry. Theo leaned forward and grazed his lips over my neck in sporadic little kisses of tingling pleasure that sent thrills directly to my clit.

  Damien withdrew his fingers only to stroke into me again, setting a steady but slow pace that sent a delicious shudder through my body. A gentle pressure pushed against my mind, and I opened fully to Damien, biting my lip as a wave of desire washed over me that wasn’t simply mine alone.

  With every thrust of his fingers, Damien rubbed against Theo’s cock, pleasuring the both of us.

  Inside, Theo warred with his confusion, but I also felt his acceptance. Wielding his powers, Damien mixed our bliss together until all we knew was the aching need to orgasm. To fly to the stars together.

  On a growl, Damien pressed me into Theo, causing the Kraken to stumble back a step until his back hit the cool wall of the shower. We yielded to his dominance and he increased the speed of his hand.

  “Yes!” I was reduced to incomprehensible whimpering. Every sound, every ragged breath, drove me higher to the point of no return. Theo canted his hips forward to join our rhythm and then reached for Damien. Gripping the Gargoyle’s hips, he hauled him forward to increase the friction of my body and Damien’s hand against his throbbing erection.

  “Oh fuck!” I bit out, and Theo tipped his head toward the ceiling, resting it against the hard tile. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and then released a low groan that settled low in my abdomen,
boosting all the good things I was feeling to a whole new level.

  A lance of desire struck me as Damien scraped the tips of his fangs over the exposed column of my throat, and I bucked into Theo, writhing between my two men. Damien’s hardness pressed into my lower back, and I went up on tiptoes to arch my ass into his cock, tempting him with my body. Enticing him to fuck me faster.

  “Say it,” he snarled, worshiping me with his fingers. “Tell me what you need. Out loud.”

  I groaned.

  “Say it, Nix.” Damien’s insistent demand tickled across the sensitive area behind my ear as he spoke.

  “Fuck me faster!” The words flew from my mouth and a blush mantled my cheeks from my boldness.

  Damien hissed, and the sound was mirrored by my other men. Their pleasure added to my own through the mental link, and I balanced precariously on the edge of my orgasm. I was so damn ready to fall off, but Damien held me back, allowing me to look over while refusing me the plunge I so desperately craved.

  Now, ask nicely. The domineering command came from Hiro, whose tight control over his own need was already starting to crack.

  My cheeks deepened in color but I obeyed. “Please!” The plea panted from between my lips and I released a deep moan as Damien rewarded me for my good behavior.

  Good girl. Hiro’s growl slipped easily into my mind.

  My arousal was through the roof and I squirmed, my slickness mixing with the water cascading down my skin. Theo’s rocking pace grew more frantic as Damien ground his hand against my clit, his fingers flicking in and out of me faster. And then faster still. His need to possess me, to control my release, rocketed through our connection, and I surrendered to him. My heart was his, and I gave him my body as a reflection of that love.

  Damien roared possessively, easily reading the direction of my thoughts, and his free hand plucked my nipple hard. The pain made me hiss.

  Just wait, Hiro encouraged, and soon the sting blossomed into a pleasure I didn’t understand but thoroughly enjoyed.

  The combination made it harder to think straight. My lashes fluttered as Damien curled his fingers just right, sinking inside of me over and over to tease my most sensitive spot. He knew my body, his knowledge evident in every thrust of his hand. My climax curled tight, coiling like a spring ready to be released.

  “Fuck!” Theo cried out and leaned forward, burying his head in the curve of my neck as he groaned. Damien slid in and out of me so fast that my breath left my lungs. And then Theo surrendered, his trembling pleasure searing through the line, heightening my own until my orgasm slammed through me with a force so great, I could barely breathe.

  Strong arms wrapped around me, and then I was being lifted again and carried past the hungry glances of my other mates. Damien stormed down the hallway to his room and kicked open the door, dropping my wet, naked body on his bed without a care for his bedding.

  His eyes were starving and his need clouded my mind through our link. My lip found its way between my teeth and I wantonly spread my legs, knowing exactly what he needed, intending to give it to him.

  One by one, my other mates entered the room. Clothing littered the floor as they stripped, and I swore I’d never seen a more gorgeous sight. Rippling abs, hard cocks, and sun-kissed skin filled my vision and my greedy body clenched with my need for more. More touches. More teasing. More of them.

  Damien lowered himself between my thighs with purpose, his body brushing mine in all the right places, but then the pressure of his large frame became overwhelming. My heart began to pound harder in my chest and my fingers dug into his shoulders with force.

  “Damien.” The hint of panic in my voice made him pause and he read my mind, quickly easing the tension and pulling away. “No,” I begged and grabbed him, keeping him close. “Just… Just give me a second.” My eyes closed and I took deep breaths while Damien projected feelings of safety and love through our connection. “Can we try again?”

  “Only if you want to, sweetheart.” I nodded, and ever so slowly he lowered his body again. He kept the brunt of his weight off of me as he braced himself with his forearms. His cock teased over my clit once, then twice. Anchoring my fingers into his hair, I pulled his mouth down to cover mine, letting him know I was all right with my actions rather than words. I felt his presence, constantly reading my thoughts to make sure I was okay, and I loved him all the more for it. Nipping at his bottom lip, I provoked him to devour me, and he didn’t disappoint. The flat of his tongue teased the roof of my mouth, rubbing over every sensitive spot while distracting me thoroughly from my earlier apprehension. I ground my pussy against him, my body doing the begging while my mouth was otherwise occupied. A gasp caught in my throat, breaking our kiss as he pressed into my body with one smooth, hard motion.

  Our foreplay had been Damien’s breaking point, and he wasted no time quickening his pace. Every pound of his hips hit just right, my g-spot already swollen from one release, and I mewled as my second one built. Releasing his hair, my nails raked across his back, eliciting a growl.

  “Fuck, yes!” Damien roared, enjoying the rough way I held him. With my fingers digging into his back, I held on tight through his punishing thrusts.

  Unable to refuse the amount of pleasure filling our connection any longer, Killian grunted and finally reached for his arousal as he watched Damien and me. Fisting his cock, he stroked himself to our rhythm, content to find his own pleasure this time. With our mental link wide open, I experienced every jerk and every twist of his wrist, as he worked himself before swirling his palm over the wide, dripping head of his dick.

  The striking thrills Killian created in himself bombarded me through our link, and my pussy fluttered and squeezed Damien in response. It didn’t take long before Killian gritted his teeth, his jaw working, and closed his eyes as he spilled himself onto his clenched fingers.

  The sound of Ryder’s groan pulled my attention to the way Hiro was pinning Ryder against the wall, perfectly within eyesight of the bed. Hiro’s tongue traced down the line of Ryder’s neck, and he bit his shoulder before casting a glance at me. He didn’t look away as he pressed forward and rubbed his long, hard shaft against Ryder’s cock.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I murmured, unable and unwilling to look anywhere else.

  Giving Ryder his full focus, Hiro gripped his chin before plunging his tongue into Ryder’s mouth. The Ceraptor bucked and groaned, his cock jumping against his tight stomach muscles, the two of them moved together, each of them grinding against the other.

  My breathing hitched, the sensation of my next release twirling low in my stomach. I rocked into Damien, matching every pump of his hips.

  “Nix!” Damien rasped, and his upper body grew taut until each muscle in his arms was delineated.

  Ryder called out Hiro’s name, laying his forehead on the Kitsune’s shoulder. The muscles of Ryder’s abdomen twitched and I felt his impending explosion through the connection, knew how he held it back, but my Kitsune was relentless.

  “That’s right, Ryder. Feel the way my cock excites you. Let the others hear how I make you feel,” he demanded, and Ryder groaned long, deep, and loud in response. “Let them watch the way I make you come.” The sheer sin in Hiro’s voice was enough to tip Ryder over the edge.

  I was lost in the sight of my Ceraptor losing control, trembling in Hiro’s arms as he spilled his seed onto Hiro’s stomach.

  “Do you like watching your mates fuck each other? Do you enjoy the way their pleasure makes you feel?” Damien challenged.

  I hummed my approval, unable to speak as the flames of my bliss consumed me. Experiencing Ryder’s climax for myself and getting to watch it simultaneously had made me so fucking hot. I was sure I was going to disintegrate into nothing but ash at any minute.

  “Want to see more?” Ryder inquired, his voice breathless as he stroked a hand down Hiro’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. “After all, you’ve only seen one of us come so far.” I knew Damien channeled my approval to the
m as I groaned, and Hiro pulled back from Ryder with a smirk as he stared into my eyes.

  “I need the words, Nix. You’ll ask for what you want from us.” Hiro kept a hand clamped around Ryder’s wrist, preventing him from stroking across him the way I wanted him to as he waited for my answer.

  “Make him come,” I panted breathlessly, and Damien groaned, stealing my mouth for a kiss as he ran his fingers across my clit in a gentle stroke that had me arching and taking him deeper inside of me.

  “Good girl,” Hiro praised with a smile. “Keep your eyes on us, or I’ll tell Damien to stop.” Damien and I both moaned at the command. It wasn’t as if the order was truly hard, I was incapable of looking away from the sexy picture the pair of them made as Hiro released Ryder’s wrist, letting him wrap his hand around his cock, tugging and stroking in smooth, hard movements—far harder than I would have thought possible without hurting him. Hiro showed no pain, however, tilting his head back in pleasure as Ryder worked his hand faster. Ryder shot me a wink, sliding his tongue down Hiro’s neck and taking his nipple into his mouth with a quick suck, making Hiro hiss.

  “You’re so fucking wet watching them,” Damien murmured with an approving sound, as he traced around my clit and I spasmed around his cock. “I love how receptive you are to all of us.”

  Hiro cupped the back of Ryder’s head, holding his mouth to him with a possessive growl. “Yeah, just like that,” he encouraged him, his dark eyes meeting my own as I panted my pleasure. “Make me come, Ryder, show her how it’d feel if she was touching me. How much pleasure you’re able to give her with those talented hands and that hot mouth.” I whimpered at his sexy, commanding tone, and Damien chuckled, the sound dark and amused as he thrust into me again. Hiro hissed and came, groaning while leaning his head down to Ryder’s, pulling his mouth up for a gentle kiss. An airy gasp escaped me as I neared the edge, rocking my hips up to Damien, pleading with him to take me over the peak I’d just watched Hiro climb.