I will shroud you as you take your consorts, Lilith said, the shadows around us deepening. Like a smoke bomb, they obscured us right as my hand slid down his stomach, his chants of my name as I grabbed a hold of his cock. His fingers yanked my knickers to one side, swiping through my seam once, twice, three times before flicking my clit. A surge roared through me, of the way his fingers felt, of his need for me, of my body’s readiness to take him to the root, but there was more. They felt this, all my consorts. That jolt of pure, unadulterated need.
My eyes jerked up to Mark.
“I’ll keep watch,” he said quietly, but somehow, I could still hear him. “You need to be safe here. The black smoke is good. It hides you from your enemies.”
I saw the iron clench of his jaw and nodded.
“Turn around,” Aen said, drawing me after her, Jake’s hands going to my arse when I did and pushing my dress up. Aen caught my gasp when Jake yanked off my underwear.
“Have my way, and you’ll never wear another pair,” he muttered. “Been trying to convince Aragide to dispose of your underwear drawer for days.” He pulled me closer so I could feel his breath on my bare flesh.
“That’s what you want…” I groaned into Aen’s thigh as I felt Jake’s tongue delve in. He didn’t tease or prolong shit. He ate me like I’d never let him do it again and he was determined to keep ahold of my taste, which gave me some ideas. I shoved Aen’s dress up, sending a small tendril of fire to burn her knickers off, then pushed her knees up.
“Goddess, yes…” she breathed as I licked along her seam.
Her folds parted like a flower, so easily, like she’d been waiting for just this. I followed Jake’s lead, my eyes screwing up as I felt him suck hard on my clit, doing the same to her. She squirmed, getting wilder as I groaned into her, then worse when I pushed two fingers in.
“So close…” she panted. “Need this!”
Her voice twined with Liam’s as he sang another song, slightly faster now, the combination a ragged ode to need and desire. Liam sang about all the things he wanted to do, pulling screams of pleasure from the crowd right as Aen did the same, her voice getting higher and higher, her hand pressing my head hard against her right before she exploded.
Her cunt snapped down around my fingers, snatching at them as I kept pushing through her orgasm, until she forced me away. She shook all over, sucking in a breath, but I didn’t get to savour that as Jake pulled me down on him.
“Felt that in my fucking balls. You better be close, baby, or Mark’s gonna have to finish the job.”
I was yanked down on his cock, the thickness of his shaft making me yelp, but I got no chance to adjust. His fingers dug into my hips, pistoning into me before I could even think. Aen went down between our legs, my dress pulled down so my breasts bobbed free. Her fingers went to my nipples, my clit, her lips on mine as Jake drove me mad.
“Goddess, get her there!” Jake cried. “Fucking need to come so much. She’s so wet and hot and sweet.”
Aen dropped down low with a wicked grin on her face and then buried her head between my legs. She flicked my clit with her tongue, raising me up slightly so Jake could keep driving himself into me, the punishing pace making my body go loose with pleasure. This was almost a passive experience. I was skewered by the two of them until my teeth sunk into my bottom lip to hold back my cries.
Coming at the same time as a man can be a wild thing, the pulses of his cum shooting into you, the throb of his dick in time with your own spasms, seeming to push him that much further. I was crying out in great ragged gasps, Jake sobbing into my back as his orgasm subsided. When I collapsed onto the seat, a sensuous languor fell over me, the two of them spreading me out over the couch, my head in Jake’s lap, my feet in Aen’s.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jake groaned. “I fucking needed that so much. I need you so much.” He stroked the hair back from my face as Aen rubbed my legs, and we listened to the show.
Chapter 29
I was up and out of the seat by the time the set ended, yanking my dress back into place. The sound of applause was deafening, hiding Jake and Aen’s protests as I swung up onto my feet, and I felt the slow progress of Jake’s cum down my leg when I did.
It was all just too bloody much. The songs smashed me to pieces and put me back together again. I was living the rock chick dream, having the whole fucking band singing odes to my charms. So why was I running?
You know why, don’t you?
It didn’t matter what I was now, my brain had been riding in a pre-transition body for a helluva lot longer than it had my fae one. A consequence of being ignored so damn much was it made it hard to accept all this attention. At the time, I told myself I needed to get cleaned up and go to the loo, which was true, and that no one would notice anyway.
Well, I didn’t have that last one right.
I was so focussed on putting one foot in front of the other, the heels I’d worn taking all my attention to stay on my feet as I stalked closer to the ladies’, that I didn’t see them coming.
“And where are you off to?”
His voice was hoarse from singing, his arm, when it hooked around my waist, covered in sweat. I staggered, my precarious balance thrown off, but I needn’t have worried. His dark twin stood in front of me, sweeping in, boxing me in close to his brother’s side. And his.
Johnno. Liam.
“Guys, I need to go to the loo.”
“Bull-fucking-shit,” Liam bit the words off.
They hit me like little slaps, my focus entirely on all the points where their bodies touched mine. Liam’s arm digging into my ribs, an iron bar that quivered slightly, the heat of Johnno’s body pressed against me. He reached down with those long, sensitive fingers, hands I could spend days studying for all of their finely wrought bones, but I didn’t. Johnno tipped my chin back, forcing me to meet eyes that roiled, molten bronze.
I gasped. Had he ever looked this fucking naked? What the hell had they done by taking the brakes off tonight? Something a whole lot bigger than hot, hot lust rose in his eyes, and I grit my teeth when something answering did the same in me.
“No.”
Johnno was my first Changeling in real life, Liam my first in my dreams. I was wedged between the two sides of my past with the band, and I fought a gravitational pull that would have winched planets closer.
“You tell me you don’t want this, want Johnno, want me, I’ll let you go,” Liam growled the words into my ear, his teeth grazing the shell of it. “Say it and mean it, because I know the voice of your fears. Tell me you don’t want him. Tell me you don’t want me.”
I forced my lips to move, sucked in a breath to say just that in a way that Liam fucking Hartley would understand. I had them there, just on the tip of my tongue.
But they stayed unsaid, curdling on my tongue until I swallowed them down, tasting bitter. I caught a sidelong glimpse at Liam’s smile when it appeared, then saw an answering one on Jonno’s face.
“C’mon,” Johnno said, grabbing my hand in his, “our girl wants the ladies’.”
The swinging door slammed open, banging against the tiles as they dragged me inside, Liam flicking a hand to create a lock of air that would prevent anyone from coming in. Johnno scanned the stalls and then nodded. “Place is ours.”