All this flashes through my mind in the second before he lowers himself more and I gasp as he settles between my legs, his hard-on pressing against the softest part of me.
“I want you, too,” I whisper, thrilled and scared and impatient.
He stays still for a long moment, perfectly immobile, watching me, as if waiting for me to change my mind, to clarify that I meant something else than what is implied.
When I say nothing more, his grin gentles into a smile. I smooth my hands over his pecs, lift them to his face, touch the shape of his lips, then the silver hoops in his ears, the delicate point at the top that marks him as fae. I stroke the tip and he shivers.
He braces an elbow by my head and reaches down between us. I expect him to enter me but instead, I feel his fingers between my legs, spreading me, stroking me, fanning the fire in my blood, ramping up the pressure in my belly.
His mouth finds my nipple and sucks, and the double assault on my senses shuts down all coherent thought in my head. I wind my fingers in his soft hair, where it curls at his nape, tugging a little because it’s too much—not enough—just perfect and I want more.
“Sin,” I gasp, “please…” His fingers stroke deeper and I moan, his teeth scrape against my nipple and I jerk. “Please!”
He releases my nipple and I sigh, half in relief and half in protest. “Almaya,” he whispers, eyes fathomless, gently withdrawing his fingers from inside me, making me shudder.
Then something much, much bigger than his fingers presses where they left, pushing into me.
I grab his shoulders, not sure if to shove him off me or shake him, but instead, I find myself clinging to him, the breath leaving my lungs as his cock sinks inside me.
“Sin,” I hiss. His wings are extended all the way, and between them, I see the other boys, otherworldly and lovely, the fine lines of their faces so symmetrical and elegant.
They all have their heads bowed, eyes hidden, each with a hand resting on Sindri’s shoulders. Their handsome faces are serious, echoes of each other, icons set in a row. Fallen angels in concentric circles, waiting for their halos to dawn.
Then Sindri moves and pleasure explodes inside me, wrenching a cry from my throat, blurring their image, leaving only Sindri on top of me, his face flushed, teeth bared, eyes half-closed, shuddery breaths leaving his lips. He has both hands braced by my head, and as he rolls his hips again, doing that slow slide and push with the hard length of his cock inside me, I start instinctively to move, too, matching his rhythm. Lifting one leg, I wrap it around his and moan when that lets him sink in deeper.
“Mia…” His eyes widen. “Oh fuck…”
His hips snap faster now, his entire body rolling with the thrusts, and I don’t even have enough breath to moan as the pressure builds and builds, our bodies sliding together, again and again.
It’s starting, I can feel it deep inside me like a distant roll of thunder, announcing the storm, the lightning and rain.
But he shifts with a rumbling growl, sitting back and lifting me with him so that I straddle his thighs, impaling me on his hard cock, and I shout his name as the pressure breaks, shattering me into a million tiny shards of light.
His cock jerks inside me and he groans, burying his face between my breasts. We move together, and something is happening, something different, something more—strands of sensations wrapping around me, inside me, cool and warm, soft and hard, whispers and images, thoughts and memories all mixed up, energy threading through me like a net of power…
He holds me as I shiver through it, as our movements slow until we stop and sit still together.
It takes me a good moment to open my eyes and realize that his wings are gone, retracted back into his body.
It worked.
24
SINDRI
“Almaya,” I whisper. Her legs are warm, curled by my hips, her pussy is hot and snug around my still twitching cock. I never knew sex could be like this. This good. This powerful. This mind-blowing.
She shivers and I groan as another ripple of pleasure rushes through me. I want her to stop—I want her to never stop, to ride me hard, harder, until we come again and again, until we pass out from exhaustion.
The shift has reversed. My back aches where the wings retracted into me, my legs burn where different muscles and joints had started to form. My magic is still enmeshed with hers, and it’s like the beginning of a song in my head, the start of a melody.
She’s the one, I think,the one we have been waiting for.
How is this possible? I’d never even sensed her magic before, but now it’s in me, it’s everywhere, it’s caught all four of us.
I lift my head to glance at the other boys who are lying on the bed in various sprawling positions. Emrys’s legs are hanging off the side of the mattress, Jason is curled in against us, and Ashton is on his side. I can feel them… vibrating. Pulsing. Water. Fire. Earth.
And air, from me.