by Ivy Asher
A slow, wicked smile spreads across Alder’s face as he watches me. My surprised squeak turns into a pant-groan as Flint does somethin’ magical with his fingers, and a needy whine sneaks out of my lips.
Alder starts to unbutton his pants, and my eyes widen as I realize what’s about to happen. I guess Flint wasn’t kiddin’ when he said they’re mine. Mine, as in, both of them. Mine, as in, at the same damn time.
A flurry of nervous and excited butterflies take flight in my stomach and flutter out through my limbs in a shiver.
“So much for waiting for me,” Alder chastises Flint, but there’s no real venom in it.
“You would’ve done the same,” Flint counters, his fingers still workin’ inside of me, makin’ lewd noises as he thrusts through the evidence of our pleasure. “Besides, she needed to know that we’re hers.”
Alder tilts his head to take me in and then shrugs. “Fair enough.”
He drops his pants and then pulls off his shirt, and he’s as glorious naked as I imagined he would be. He has the watercolor outlines of flowers that run down each side of his ribs and V down to accentuate every muscle on his lower abdomen. It’s so incredibly beautiful and yet masculine and sexy as all get out. No other male on the planet could sport lavender skin and watercolor blooms and be called masculine but him.
“You guys got a gym membership in Hell?” I joke.
His lips tip up in a smirk as I all but drool at his body. “You look like you want to eat me, Medley,” he purrs.
“I just might,” I confess with a sexy perusal of all he’s workin’ with.
“Good, because I’m going to devour the fuck out of you,” he growls, and then he reaches across the bed and drags me away from Flint, the feathers of my wings movin’ smoothly over the satiny duvet.
Flint objects with a grumble, but he thinks better of it when Alder shoots him a look that makes my vagina clench with excitement.
When he’s dragged me up, I sit up in front of him, at the perfect spot for cock sight-seein’. My mouth waters.
“First, drink this,” Alder instructs, handin’ me a cup with a familiar greenish liquid in it.
I shoot him a look that I hope makes his balls crawl up inside of him. “You think I’m gonna fall for that again?”
He looks confused for a moment, and then his eyes land on the green liquid as realization dawns on him. “No, this one won’t put you to sleep, Medley. It’ll just help with pain.”
I reach over and then move to set the glass on a side table. “I’m not in any pain,” I declare, not fully convinced that he won’t tell me I’m feelin’ nothin’ but an itch, and then he’ll end the fun I’m havin’. His eyes study mine for a beat, and he shrugs, like he doesn’t care if I take it or not. I relax a little.
“Is Delta okay?” I ask, fightin’ the urge to trace the dips and curves of his body with my tongue.
“She is. She’ll heal quickly, as is our nature, and her mates are making sure she stays in bed and rests.”
“I’m just sure they are,” Flint grumbles as he pushes off the bed and heads for the bathroom.
Alder looks up and shakes his head. “Would we have been any better if we’d found Medley first?” he asks his fellow Guardian. “I know I wouldn’t have come up from feasting and fucking for a while, and they’ve been dealin’ with a hell of a lot on top of that,” Alder calls to Flint, who waves a dismissive hand before disappearin’ through the doorway.
Alder shakes his head and then focuses back on me. “You okay?” he asks softly, and I give him a sweet smile.
“Better than okay,” I tell him, and he nods solemnly.
“Good, because I’m about to ruin you in so many ways,” he says.
Hallelujah.
Once again, he fits his strong hands under my armpits and then tosses me further up on the bed. With a surprised squeal, I land on a cloud of cool silk, things billowin’ up around me as I look around in surprise. “What the…”
The bed is covered in flower petals. Soft, silky lavender petals coat every pillow and surface, the color matchin’ my new wings and hair. I gasp at how gorgeous it is, my fingers spreadin’ over the layers like ripples in a lake.
When I look back over at him in awe, I don’t miss the cocky glint in his eye. “How’s that for tattoos that move?” he asks me, a challengin’ glint in his eye about the comment I made earlier in regards to Echo’s ability.
I chuckle and lie back on the bed, indulgin’ in the feel of the soft petals touchin’ my skin and wings. When I look back up at him, his eyes are hooded, grazin’ over me from bottom to top.
“Let’s see what else you can do,” I demand with a smile, and he gives me a predatory grin before he pounces.
One second, he’s standin’ over me, and the next, his body is on top of mine, trappin’ me against his flower-soft knoll he created. He’s so fast that the breath stutters in my chest as my eyes lock on his.
Slowly, one hand grips my thigh, tuggin’ it over his hip. His face presses against the curve of my shoulder, and a rugged inhale sounds in my ears. “You smell so fucking good.”
“It’s your flowers,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“No. It’s you. You’re the best smelling petal I’ve ever breathed,” he says, skatin’ his mouth down my chest. I’m silent as the grave as he continues on.
“You smell better.” He drags his nose over the curve of my breast, in the barest of touches that sends chills down my body.
“You taste sweeter.” His tongue darts out to lick at my pebbled peak. A long suck on my nipple makes me whimper, my hands diggin’ into his bright yellow hair.
“You feel softer.” His hand kneads at the flesh of my thigh as he drags his dick over my clit and moves his fingers to dig into the skin of my ass cheek. “Skin so fucking silky,” he murmurs, his scratchy jaw scrapin’ over my breasts before comin’ up to nudge against my cheek.
“Look at me.”
I hadn’t even realized my eyes had fluttered closed, but at Alder’s insistent voice, they drag open.
“We’ve been waiting our whole lives for you.”
A lump forms in my throat, emotion draggin’ into me with every ragged pull of breath as he looks straight through my eyes and into my soul, speakin’ the words that I’ve been so desperate to hear.
“You’re here now, and whatever else we figure out or face, that’s all secondary,” he tells me. “You’re first. Always. And what we’re doing? There’s no going back. You understand?” he asks, his candied eyes flickin’ back and forth between mine.
I nod slowly, because I do. With vivid clarity, I realize that I was always gonna end up right here, with them. It was just a matter of time and circumstances. Call it fate, or plannin’, or divine intervention, but this was inevitable, and I feel that truth settle in my stomach until I know it as surely as I know my name is Medley Bell.
“I do.”
He hums in satisfaction at my decisive answer and then reaches down to fist his cock. I sit up on my elbows to watch, notin’ each bloom on his gorgeous body as he strokes himself, his muscles constrictin’ with every movement.
“I wanna feel you.”
I sit up, not even waitin’ for him to answer as my fingers close around his dick. He’s so thick that my fingers don’t touch as I circle around him. Instead of lettin’ go, he moves his own hand on top of mine, forcin’ my grip to tighten. “Squeeze my cock harder.” He sucks in a breath. “Just like that.”
With his fingers curled over mine, I squeeze his length. I watch in rapt attention as the head of his cock leaks, and I bring my fist up over it, letting his juices coat my palm. He hisses between his teeth when I drag the wetness over him, my fist comin’ up again and again to coat my palm with more of his precum until both of our fingers are sticky and slick with his seed.
“Your touch...you have no idea how hard it is not to lose myself right now,” he says, his tone so gruff that it nearly sounds pained. I chew on my lip, my whole body feelin
’ both loose and satisfied, eager and ready.
I’m so turned on that I’m surprised at myself. I just got wrung out by Flint with the best orgasms I’ve ever had, but my body and mind are needy to connect with Alder in the same way.
“Lie back.”
At Alder’s order, he lifts my hand away from him, and I lie back on my elbows. His cock is shiny and rigid, the head a darker purple than the rest of him. He’s girthy and straight, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together at the sight of him.
“I want you to keep lookin’ at my cock just like that,” he rumbles.
Knees on the inside of my thighs, he moves my legs further apart as he drags his dick over my slit, purposely runnin’ his wet head over my throbbin’ clit.
“It’s probably a good thing that Flint took you first,” he says, his eyes hooked on my pussy. “Because I’m not going to be able to go slow with you this time. I need you too badly.”
God, I don’t know why that admission makes a thrill shoot down my thighs, but it does.
“I don’t want slow,” I tell him, and his eyes flick up to mine with a satisfied, ravenous glint.
“Good.”
That’s all the warnin’ I get before the head of his cock sinks into my center. I gasp as he presses the first inch into me, because hot damn, I knew he was thick, but he’s just barely inside of me and I already feel a painful stretch.
I whimper, my ass shiftin’ on the mound of petals, and Alder stops, holdin’ himself still. With sure fingers, he presses against my clit and starts drawin’ circles over the throbbin’ bud, and my hips nearly buck up.
“Come on, Petal. Open for me,” he encourages, his touch never slowin’ as he continues to rotate over my clit, my nerves coilin’ tight.
“Alder…”
“That’s right,” he says, his other hand comin’ down to spread my lips open for him. “Just relax and let me claim your perfect pussy.”
A moan escapes me as he starts to press harder on my clit, makin’ my pussy flutter and more wetness gather, like my body is answerin’ his call, givin’ him what he needs to own me the way we both want.
“Watch,” he tells me as he starts pushin’ further in. Inch by thick inch, he pierces his hard cock into me, and then with a jerk of his hips, he bottoms out, tearin’ a shout from my throat.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. I’ve never felt so full in my life. He’s stretchin’ me to capacity, fillin’ me with a burn that pleasures and bites.
Alder leans down, still not lettin’ up on his ministrations to my clit as he kisses my mouth. Slowly, with every lick of his tongue and nibble of my lip, my body relaxes around him until it no longer feels like he’s gonna tear me in half. My hips jerk up because I need...I need...
“I need you to move.” The plea leaves my lips, and a puff of breath washes over my face as Alder exhales.
“Thank fuck,” he says, face and voice strained.
With controlled movements, he drags slowly out of me before pushin’ in again, and my eyes close tight, my hands diggin’ into the petals beneath me, clumps of them mashin’ in my fists.
“Alder, Alder,” I chant, because it’s so good, but it’s so damn much.
“I’ve got you, Petal,” he says, keepin’ the slow drag of his pace so that he doesn’t hurt me, his stomach and thigh muscles locked with strain as he forces himself not to pound into me.
And with every steady thrust, more and more wetness coats him, until my body has opened up for him, accommodatin’ his size until the last of the stingin’ stretch is gone, and all that’s left is the delicious fullness.
In a move that surprises myself, I hook my legs around his hips and shove until he gets the picture and we roll. Now perched on top of him, I look down, my breasts risin’ and fallin’ with fast breaths as my hands brace on the hard lines of his stomach.
“I wanna ride you.”
His hands immediately come up to squeeze my ass. “Then ride me,” he says hoarsely, a sheen of sweat collected over his chest. “Bounce those beautiful tits for me while you ride my cock and milk me for all I’m worth.”
I immediately lift up before crashin’ back down on him, and then grind my hips, swivelin’ until I hit a sweet spot. “Yes…” I breathe, my head tippin’ back for a fraction of a second before I drag up and drop down again.
I go faster and faster, makin’ my breasts bounce exactly the way he wanted, and he makes a groanin’ noise before his hands come up to cup them, holdin’ the weight of them in his palms. “You’re gorgeous,” he growls as my knees dig into the petals, but it’s not enough. “So damn perfect.”
I drop down so that we’re chest to chest. I need to feel him everywhere. I need my sensitive nipples to drag over his chest. I need his hand back on my clit, which is why I snatch it from my ass and force his touch back right where I want it.
A hum sounds in my ear at my commandin’ touch, but it seems to please him. “Come on, Petal. Squeeze my thick cock with your tight pussy, and let’s come together.”
A moan comes out of my lips that’s barely heard, because I bury my mouth against his neck as my hips frantically work up and down over him. I’m almost there. Right there. My entire body is coilin’, my muscles are shaky and my breathin’ erratic, and then Alder helps me to slam down on him harder as his hips grind up to me, tearin’ the last inhale right out of my chest as I detonate around him.
My clit shoots pleasure through my body as I come, my orgasm squeezin’ his cock right into oblivion with me. He curses against my shoulder as he jerks up once, twice, three times, and then I’m completely spent, and I topple against his chest, our skin stickin’ together with sweat.
I peel open an eye to see Flint standin’ there in nothin’ but a towel, watchin’ me with unobscured lust.
It’s a helluva view.
“Mmm,” Alder purrs. “I think Medley needs a cold shower first,” he says, as though he’s answering some unvoiced question, his voice a rumble beneath my cheek.
Eww, cold shower? That does not sound good right now when I’m all warm and gooey.
“Can’t. Legs don’t work,” I say, earnin’ a pair of chuckles.
I feel Alder’s lips press against the top of my head. “Come on, Petal. I’ll help you get cleaned up, and then you can rest.”
“Okay, but no funny business,” I say, only half serious. “You guys tired me out.”
He laughs again as he sits up, takin’ me with him. I happily let him do all the work, wrappin’ my legs around his waist so he can carry me to the bathroom. Instead of goin’ through with the cold shower threat, I’m surprised when Alder lowers me into an already filled bath, the water steamin’.
“Ooh, this is nice,” I say, leanin’ back in appreciation as the water soothes the sensitive spot between my thighs. I’m so sated that I could fall asleep right here on the lip of the porcelain tub.
I open my eyes only when I hear the shower turn on.
“What are you doin’?” I ask as I watch Alder get into the spray, the cold temperature evident when he hisses out a breath through gritted teeth and quickly washes off.
“I’m washing up in here while you wash up in there,” he answers while he quickly scrubs. “Otherwise, I’d want to take you again, and you need your rest.”
“I’m actually just fine,” I say, tryin’ to perk up and ready myself, but the yawn that comes out of me doesn’t really help my argument.
“Sure you are,” Flint says with a smirk, and I look over to see that he’s put a pair of sweatpants on, and lemme tell you, he is wearin’ the hell out of those things.
He kneels down beside me and picks up a washcloth. I take it with a small smile and gently wash my delicate bits, and then he helps me out, drainin’ the bath while Alder jumps out of his cold shower. My wings and hair are soaked, but Flint leads me over to the counter, liftin’ me up on top of it and then holding up a blow dryer I didn’t even notice until this moment.
My lips curve into a smile. “Yo
u found me a blow dryer?”
He nods and plugs it in. “Rafferty was all too happy to accommodate my request,” he says smugly.
I snort. “I’m sure,” I say, jabbin’ a finger into his side playfully, just wantin’ an excuse to touch him. “You threw a bigger hissy fit than a baptized cat. He’s probably gonna be bendin’ over backward to help you now.”
He grins. “Exactly.”
I laugh as he flicks the button on, and then he proceeds to blast me with hot air for the next half hour. By the time I’m finally snuggled in bed—with clean sheets and missin’ petals—I’m dry but exhausted. But when Alder and Flint sandwich me between them? I fall into a fast sleep, not once havin’ bad dreams about the camo-demons who attacked, or Morax’s face in the club, or Mickey lashin’ out with his demonic branches. It’s like Flint and Alder chase away all of the bad things, leavin’ me feelin’ safe, cherished, completely sated, and exactly where I’m meant to be.
I guess that’s what mates do.
27
“You what?” I ask on a shocked giggle.
I cover my mouth from the surprise of what Flint just told me, and also to block my mornin’ breath from assaultin’ anyone as I lie in bed between my demons.
“He had it coming. He thought he could steal and get away with it. We had to show him that wasn’t the case at all,” Alder answers evenly, a sly glint to his gaze.
His lavender thumb draws a little circle over my hip, while Flint has our laced fingers up by his face, rubbin’ my knuckles over his smooth jaw and lips as we lie in post-coital bliss.
Mornin’ sex is the best. Then again, I said that about last night’s sex too, before I passed out like some frat boy who couldn’t handle his liquor. But this is nice. Just bein’ with the two of them. I was waitin’ on pins and needles for them to shit or get off the pot about wantin’ me once and for all, and now that they did...I can breathe.
Mate.
They whisper it to me every chance they get. With open mouths against my neck. With murmured voices as they nibble my lip. With a groan as they arch my back and grip my hips. I’m their mate and they’re mine, and now that they aren’t holdin’ back, they’re showin’ me exactly what that means and remindin’ me every moment they can. And I love it.
