His blood called to me in a way that 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, hooking 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.
We were no longer alone.
And the weather was turning.
Any languid pleasure disappeared. My joy was there, a bubbling remnant of relief that came from the bond being completed between us, but also that shushing noise meant one thing and one thing only—the Fae were on their way.
A lot of them.
And those funnels in the sky? Those dark black vortexes that appeared out of nowhere in the navy expanse around us?
I’d seen them before.
The AFata were trying to take her away from us.
Within a flash, I dressed us, making sure she was covered from head to toe in leather to hopefully protect her from blades.
“What is it?” she rasped, her eyes peering into mine, her confusion and curiosity evident.
“They’re here for you,” I grated out, my wrath making it hard to speak clearly.
The rage that overtook me was like the desperate fury that had made me need her. The two were the sides of the same coin, and as I stared out, I knew I’d give my life to make sure hers was safe.
Almost like she’d read my mind, her hands came to my jaw. She urged me to stare at her and not at the twisting funnels that appeared from out of nowhere, duplicating in number every time I looked. When she dragged my focus her way, she murmured, “Concentrate on keeping yourself safe. I’ll be well.”
There was an aged wisdom about her tone, about her words that put me on edge. It was like by touching the meteor, she’d swallowed a pill that had revealed too much knowledge to her, and had made her excessively aware of what was going on in the Earth.
She smiled at me, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to my lips. The next time I opened my eyes, I was encompassed in the glow of her magic, and I could hear Matt and Seph grunting as she drew them closer.
“Riel! What the Sol are you doing?” Matt snarled, struggling to fight the glow so he could take off to surveil the area, and ascertain which direction that ‘shushing’ noise was coming from. It was a sound that always preempted disaster for whoever was on the receiving end of a battalion’s attention, and oddly enough, was enough of a tell to give the intended victim or victims a warning.
Back in the day, it had been said that certain battalions could inspire heart attacks in humans who knew the skills of the Fae warriors in their region.
I wasn’t scared, though. I was furious.
And Riel wasn’t helping.
With her Virgo tightly around her, I could sense an ease about her. In her eyes, there was no tension or fear, just a resolve that should have made any of our enemies fear her.
“Help me. I need a better visual,” she instructed, retracting her wings for ease so I could take her in my arms. She pressed her feet onto mine as we twisted around so she could stare out at the source of the funnels.
I wasn’t sure why her magic calmed me, but it did, and it enabled me to see something I hadn’t seen before—there was a pattern to the funnels. They didn’t just pop up out of nowhere, growing in fury as they merged with the current weather patterns. Indeed, there was a method to the madness.
A single funnel dropped before it spawned four smaller ones that twirled in a circle at each quarter-hour point on a clock. Those four were then part of a quadrant of four more, so each quadrant housed sixteen small funnels, and with five quadrants? Sweet Sol, that was a lot of wind brewing.
A curious helplessness filled me as I recognized that she didn’t need my help, didn’t need her Virgos’ aid. If anything, she was keeping us safe, and what that did to my pride, I wasn’t sure. Yeah, I was a modern Fae male, but even we needed to feel useful. Having her shield me wasn’t exactly how I’d figured our dynamic would pan out.
Because it was a stupid train of thought, chauvinistic too, I kept my brain focused on the outer threat. Just because she was keeping us close now didn’t mean she’d be able to in a battle.
This was, literally, the calm before the storm.
She raised her hand, her blood-stained, gold-tipped nails pointing upwards. All around her, the silvery-white flecks in the glow ceased aimlessly floating, and instead, seemed to be attracted to each pointy nail. Within seconds, tiny phalanxes of platinum-esque metal levitated above the tips. She shifted her arm back, then hurled it forward as though she were throwing a ball.
My eyes widened in surprise as the tiny bullet-like contraptions were projected forward. She did it several times with both arms, hurling the projectiles at the funnels. I wasn’t sure what she was doing or whether it was working, but when the pink glow around us began to pulsate, I called out, “What the Sol are you doing, Riel?”
“Calling the magic to me,” she murmured easily, her tone that of her telling me she was taking out the trash.
Before I could ask her to clarify what in Gaia that meant, she raised her palms and drew her fingers back until she made a clawing motion. With that gesture, I gasped as the funnels ceased moving within their quadrant and hurtled toward us.
I’d admit to flinching as the brewing tornados headed our way, but instead of drawing us into their vortexes, we were buffeted by them, shielded by them on all sides.
The noise was worse than a rock concert. My ears ached with the roaring of the wind that she seemed to have under her control. There was no way in Sol I could hear the shushing of the dozens of wings belonging to Fae warriors heading our way, so we were essentially blind.
At least I was, and I figured Matt and Seph were too. She somehow knew what the Sol was happening, and just as my ears acclimated to the roaring of the wind, the funnels began separating themselves from us, breaking away as she called on the magic once more, creating more of the tiny projectiles and hurling them forth. Each time she did so, five funnels moved, breaking free, hurtling through time and space toward her enemy.
With a small window now, I saw the battalion. Saw them flying toward us at breakneck speed, unafraid of what she could do… because they didn’t know what she was capable of yet.
What had Instructor Leopold said that day when we’d first encountered this magic?
It’s just a
bit of wind.
My brethren were about to learn that witch wind was nothing compared to what my mate could wield.
❖
Riel
I’d acted on instinct before.
It wasn’t the first time in my life my gut had spoken to me. That weird shiver down my back when I felt a certain someone was watching me. The instinct to hurry down a darkened corridor in case someone might stop me. Women lived with threats every day, threats men couldn’t ever understand. We relied on our instincts in ways they’d never be able to comprehend either, so it wasn’t the first time I’d allowed them free rein.
But when I realized we had two threats to deal with, I knew exactly what to do.
Neutralize one with the other.
It was amazing what the meteor had done to me. I couldn’t say it opened my eyes, because I didn’t know what it had done. Not specifically, at any rate. How could I? I’d absorbed the radiation and the powers meant for millions. That caused an adverse effect that was impossible to discount or to understand.
But what I could say was that the first time I’d seen these funnels and had been attacked by them, I’d felt certain they were going to kill me. Of course, that hadn’t been the AFata’s intention. Their magic had been cast to bring me to them, but because I was witch born, my magic distorted their original spells and had it reacting badly around me.
Which meant I’d been in danger.
Today, I wasn’t in danger. Whoever was casting the funnels was. As were the Fae warriors who thought they could take me from my ancestral home, steal me away so they could use me.
The Fae had a habit of collecting witches.
What was one more oddity in their cirque du freak? It didn’t matter that I was Fae, that I had wings. I knew that without even having to ask.
I was something to abuse. Something to manipulate and use. They’d do to me as they’d done to all witchkind for millennia—pilfer what wasn’t theirs to take.
The interesting thing about the way my magic manifested now was the tiny flecks of metal. Before the Academy, my magic hadn’t manifested at all. Then, the glow had been tangible, but now? It had weapons, weapons I used to attack the warriors.
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