Daniel grinned. “Sitting in here staring at your wings again?”
She laughed. “I am not!”
“Then, you’re waiting for us,” Daniel’s smile widened and he looked to the bed.
Despite herself, a tremor moved through her body.
“Oh, that’s exactly what she was waiting for,” Tristan said, his voice deepened by arousal.
Too proud to admit it, she turned casually and sat on the edge of their big bed. “I was just going to take a nap.”
“A nap?” Mark asked, too innocently.
She began to undress, removing her clothes in moments. “A naked nap.”
“A naked nap?” Daniel sounded horrified. “Without us?”
She stretched and crawled into the bed, tucking herself under the covers. “I’m pretty tired. Long morning and all.”
“Fuck this,” Daniel said, and then he was tearing off his clothes.
Surcy had to hold back a laugh as he came sliding into the bed.
She wanted to tease him, to torture him, but the second his lips found hers, all thoughts of waiting died. His kiss was so hot, deep and desperate, and everything she loved about him. When his tongue swept inside, she was lost, lost to his touch.
She was lost until she felt his big hand sliding down the valley of her breasts, down her belly, and then to the junction between her thighs. When he began to stroke her slowly, she gasped against his mouth. Her thoughts spun, and she arched against his touch.
The big bed shifted as Tristan knelt, naked, at the edge. She moaned again with her eyes closed, and Daniel kissed her again. She felt Tristan lift the blanket, and thought nothing of it until his mouth pressed inside her wet folds.
One man stroked her, one man sucked her, and the sensation was incredible. Life-altering.
She moved against them, growing closer to her orgasm with each second.
When Tristan plunged his big fingers into her body, she broke their kiss and began to swear. Mark sat naked on her other side, he caught her lips and his kiss was different… gentler, slower, like an intricate dance. His hands found her breasts, and her nerves screamed as he brushed her nipples with his thumbs.
“Fuck this,” Daniel groaned.
And then, he moved her. Tristan lifted his head from between her legs, and everyone moved back as Daniel came behind her. Immediately she knew what he was doing. She gripped his thighs as he lowered her ass onto his hard shaft.
She was tight, struggling to stretch around him. Then Tristan’s head was back between her legs and the tension eased. The discomfort passed as they gave her everything she needed.
When Daniel reached his hilt, they were both breathing hard. He laid back, gripping her thighs and spreading her wider. Tristan gave her one last hard lick, and then, he moved higher. When he positioned his tip at her entrance, she felt overwhelmed. Could she handle feeling this good?
He plunged in hard and fast, and she cried out, her nails cutting into his shoulders. And then the two men were inside her, moving as one, awakening a higher level of pleasure that she chased like a drug.
“Mark,” she moaned.
He moved closer, and she dropped one hand from Tristan’s shoulder and began to stroke him in slow, even strokes. Her druid groaned, and then they were all working in a rhythm, nerves firing, bodies slapping together. Sweat ran down her back, and Daniel parted her ass wider from behind, his thrusts into her harder with each second.
She felt a ripple over her skin, felt her orgasm building.
“Mark,” she moaned again.
He rose up on the bed and plunged his cock into her mouth. She took him deep into her mouth, the salty, sweet taste of him an addiction. Her arousal grew as she felt him hard and swelling. When he grabbed her hair into his fist and began to thrust harder and she melted at the sensation of him dominating her mouth.
She loved having all three cocks inside her.
Her orgasm came like a wave of pleasure, an explosion of her body reaching the ultimate level of pleasure. The men followed, filling her with hot cum… the evidence of their own pleasure.
She held them close, shaking and crying out around the cock in her mouth as she came. It lasted too long, wonderfully long, until she came back into her body and felt them around her.
Mark laid at her side. They stroked her flesh, and she snuggled between them.
It felt like she was… home. It felt… right in every way.
Which was exactly the instant someone knocked at her door. “Surcy,” a deep voice called. “You’re needed outside.”
“While you do that, we’re going to take a little nap,” Daniel muttered.
She pulled out from between them and whirled on him. “I was going to take a nap.”
“Well, there’s no sleep for the head angel,” Daniel said, smirking.
She punched him playfully in the shoulder. “You’re going to pay for that.”
His handsome lips curled into a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
25
A white-winged angel with hands bound knelt outside their new home. Ranks of angels stood behind her, and one angel stood at her side, using his magic to keep her from teleporting.
When she looked closer, Surcy recognized the bound angel. She was the blonde who had helped distract Frink when she saved the kids.
“We caught this traitor,” the angel at her side said, his voice filled with anger. “The Immortals will wish her instantly thrown into the demon realm.”
Sharen met Surcy’s gaze, and she slid closer.
“This is the same woman who helped me when I rescued my demons,” Sharen whispered in a soft tone.
“She helped me save the Immortal’s kids.”
Sharen sighed. “She was also the bitch who told them I was heading to save my demons in the first place.”
“So what do we do?”
Sharen didn’t speak for a long time. “The second she’s turned over to my father, her life will become hell. I’m not sure she deserves that,
