40. Chapter 40

Ibraced myself on hands and knees in the center of the bed, Niamh beneath me. Her hands gripped the back of my thighs, and her wickedly skilled tongue made me suck in a sharp breath. Focusing through the pleasure, I reached for Dyre, where he knelt in front of me. But I paused when a feeling of hesitant question niggled at my mind. Right. I wasn"t alone in my body at the moment. There was a ghost semi-possessing me so he could take part in our little orgy. And that wasn"t something Dyre and I had talked about before.

Dyre"s violet gaze was intense, so filled with all the emotion he held back as he looked down at me, threading his fingers through my hair. "What is it?" His deep voice had just the slightest hint of an echo, and I thought he must be working hard to keep Sunny from surging to the forefront and taking over, and likely terrifying everyone in the room.

At least we had that in common—neither of us were alone in our bodies at the moment. "Elijah," I said, breathless, as Niamh changed her angle of attack and slid a finger inside me. She was purposefully torturing me, not letting up, even though I was trying to form coherent speech.

Dyre"s hands in my hair stilled for a moment as he realized what I was saying. Then he looked through me to my ghostly passenger, as if he could see Elijah there in my aura. Which… given that Dyre was a necromancer and we were lifebonded, probably wasn"t too far of a stretch. "He isn"t repulsed by the idea?" He murmured, a bit of his earlier hesitancy returning.

I soothed a hand over his concave belly, across the sharp angles of one hip bone, and to his thigh, feeling Elijah"s curiosity and openness, his joy at being able to feel the smooth, cool skin we were touching. "Of course not," I assured the necromancer. "Elijah… just wants to be included. He wants to feel alive again, through us."

Dyre stared into my eyes a moment longer, then he nodded, looking like he would blush if he had any spare life and heat in his body to spend. "I don"t mind," he finally said, his voice a bit rough.

Knowing Dyre, he was probably trying to wrap his head around the fact that one more person had just confirmed that he wasn"t an unlovable abomination. I was having none of that. Gripping his cock, I gave him a firm stroke, then leaned in to lick a stripe up the underside, before teasing the tip. The long fingers in my hair spasmed, and he groaned as he was forced to come to grips with being wanted. Poor thing.

Night-black hands smoothed over Dyre"s pale chest as Ambrose wrapped his arms around our necromancer from behind and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. I watched them through my lashes as I took Dyre into my mouth, humming in appreciation when Ambrose began to toy with one of Dyre"s nipples.

Zhong stroked a big hand down my back and over my ass, and I pulled off Dyre"s rock-hard cock long enough to glance at the gargoyle. His wings were half spread as he braced one knee on the bed beside us, slowly stroking his own massive cock. I grinned at the sight. "You"re so beautiful," I murmured, reveling in the sight of his powerful body and barely contained strength.

His cheeks flushed slightly, the way they always did when he was praised, and he smoothed his hand over my ass again, encouraging me to rock against Niamh"s face. "You only think so because you can"t see yourself right now, master, enjoying all this attention."

I huffed, but my laugh was cut short when Niamh pressed her tongue inside me and did something that made me see stars. When I came back down to earth, I tried to glance around the room, but couldn"t see past Zhong. "Aahil," I managed, suddenly concerned that I couldn"t see the jinn or the water weaver. Had Aahil been triggered by all this? He was slowly overcoming his fears and trauma around sex, but he still had some pretty firm boundaries. If Hasumi was also missing, I was afraid the jinn was off somewhere having a breakdown, and here I was, oblivious.

But Zhong was as perceptive as always, and he rushed to soothe my fears. "They"re here," he said with a slow smirk, shifting aside so I had a clear view of the two elementals.

Relief shot through me at the sight, chased by a jolt of lust. Hasumi was sitting in a wingback chair nearby, expression as serene and pleased as a happy god surveying their creations. Aahil sprawled at the ethereal weaver"s feet, all loose and languid, one arm draped over the arm of the chair, and one knee bent. He leaned back against Hasumi, who was stroking graceful fingers through his dark hair and over his neck. Liquid gold eyes met mine, half-slitted like a sleepy cat, as Aahil slid a hand down his own bare torso and beneath the waistband of his loose pants. I watched, my gaze riveted on Aahil as a slow, sexy smirk curled his sensual lips. Then he pulled his cock out, running a thumb over the piercing there, stroking himself as he watched me with the others.

"Okay," I breathed. "Yeah, he seems fine. They both do." Now that I saw the blissed-out expression on Hasmi"s perfect features, I realized that the overwhelming surge of emotion I was feeling wasn"t all because of the bonds I had with my lovers. The water weaver was probably getting high off all the emotions in the room, tasting our feelings and magnifying them back at us.

Zhong chuckled and smoothed his hand over my ass again. "Don"t worry," he rumbled, his deep voice growing huskier. "Aahil"s safe. Hasumi"s got him. And we"ve got you."

Niamh moved back to circling my clit with her tongue as Zhong sank a thick finger into my needy core. I gasped in pleasure, then returned my attention to Dyre, swallowing him down and humming around his long, hard cock as I came apart, overwhelmed by the sights and sensations around me. It didn"t take long at all for me to orgasm, surrounded as I was by these sexy creatures who meant the world to me.

Dyre shuddered and gasped, and I realized one of Ambrose"s hands had disappeared from his chest, probably delving lower to tease and drive Dyre higher. The thought of them fucking, of watching Ambrose sink his thick cock into our necromancer and drive both Dyre and Sunshine crazy, was enough to make me come again. Dyre"s fingers tightened in my hair, and he thrust forward with a helpless sound, spilling down my throat.

Niamh sucked on my clit with just the right amount of sweet pressure, and Zhong slowly withdrew his fingers as I came down from my climax. When I couldn"t take it any longer, I flopped onto the bed, panting. My eyes met Dyre"s as we both tried to catch our breath. "I want to watch you suck his cock," I demanded breathlessly, sliding a meaningful glance toward Ambrose. "Look how hard he is. How patient he"s been. Doesn"t he deserve a reward?"

Dyre shook his head at me as if I was just too much, expecting him to move after I had just sucked his brains out through his dick. But eventually, he pressed a hard kiss to my lips and rolled away, one of his eyes gone black as his impatient wraith passenger likely urged him on. Not long after that, I found myself on my knees again, Niamh"s smooth thighs wrapped around my ears as I made her come on my tongue.

It was hard to decide where to look. Elijah was just as enraptured as I was, and he wanted to see and feel everything all at once. Most of my attention was on the gorgeous fae beneath me, all lean, muscular strength and dangerous fae beauty, her green eyes fluttering closed as she tilted her head back and lost herself in sensation. But my gaze kept being pulled away now and then by Dyre and Ambrose. Dyre"s hair had been freed at some point, to spill around his shoulders in a river of blood red silk, and one of Ambrose"s hands was fisted in the long strands. The other hand cupped Dyre"s angular jaw while Ambrose slowly fed the necromancer his cock, his expression dark and fierce with affection.

On the other side of the room, Hasumi had leaned forward to whisper in Aahil"s ear, silver hair spilling forward to hide the water weaver"s face, one graceful hand wrapped around the long, red-brown column of Aahil"s throat. The jinn"s lips were parted, fangs exposed, his entire body a taut line of desperate need.

Then Zhong was there, sliding into me from behind, stretching me and filling me in the way only the massive gargoyle could. I completely lost my ability to focus on anything else.

Quite a while later, I lay stretched out in the center of my massive bed, thinking that I should probably figure out a way to stuff another bed in here and shove them together, if I was going to be having orgies on the regular. Which, let"s face it, I absolutely planned on doing now that I"d set that bar.

Niamh crawled up and flopped down beside me. The graceful fae hunter looked notably less graceful than usual, which made me smirk with smug satisfaction. She mumbled into the pillow and closed her eyes. I laughed at her and turned toward her, pressing my forehead to hers. "Love you," I murmured, feeling just as tired as she looked.

"Go on," Ambrose said softly, and I turned my head to see him herding Dyre toward the bed. "You"re allowed to cuddle too, necromancer."

I lifted an arm and beckoned him closer. "Come on. It"s nap time."

A surge of magic burst into being, and a hot body materialized from nowhere, right under my arm. "Other side," Aahil commanded. "The middle is mine."

I shook my head at his antics, but wrapped my arm around him nonetheless. Aahil might be acting like an ass right now, but I knew this was just him hiding the fact that he really did need to be near me right now. He needed the comfort and the reassurance. Not that he"d ever admit it with others here to overhear.

"Come on," Niamh said, patting the bed beside her without opening her eyes. "I won"t stab you. Just keep that gross thing between your legs to yourself. Dicks are disgusting."

I shook with silent laughter at her words and at the absolutely lost look on Dyre"s face. Niamh had zero interest in men. Less than zero, really. But she tolerated them as long as they were there to make me happy. That she had just invited Dyre, of all people, to come cuddle with her was quite a shock.

Dyre"s eyes flashed black as he let Sunshine handle the awkward moment. The wraith probably didn"t get why it would be weird. He simply strode around to that side of the bed and lay down on his back next to Niamh. "You are a pleasant looking female," he informed her, turning his head to regard her with those pitch-black eyes. "But for some reason, I do not feel the desire for you I feel for my witch. You are safe from our advances, fae."

She didn"t even bother to roll over or open her eyes to look at the ancient evil who spoke to her in multi-layered tones of bone-chilling power. "Good," she said without inflection. Then she went back to working on that nap.

Ambrose slid in behind Dyre and Sunny, wrapping an arm around their waist and pillowing his head on one bony shoulder. He yawned massively and patted Dyre"s stomach. "Sleep time, Sunny."

The wraith turned his head to look down at Ambrose with a thoughtful expression, probably still trying to sort out why he felt differently about each of us. "I enjoyed tasting you," he informed the boogeyman. "I would like to experience more of your body in the future, dark one."

Ambrose huffed a laugh and patted Dyre"s stomach again. But Dyre wrestled back control from the wraith before the boogeyman could muster a reply. "Oh, Goddess, kill me now," he muttered. "I"m never letting him speak again."

Ambrose just chuckled and pressed a kiss to Dyre"s jaw. "Shh… he"s fine. Relax."

The mattress dipped as the others joined us, somehow piling seven people and a ghost into one oversized bed. Aahil ended up on top of me. Hasumi curled up beside us with a hand on Aahil"s back. And Zhong lay on his side behind them, his wings hanging off the bed and one big arm wrapped around both slender elementals.

I was squashed, hot, and exhausted. But I had never been happier in my life.