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. “You 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
