Guilty as Sin (55 page)

against silken female flesh, his face buried in the curve between Lise
‟
s neck and

shoulder. Dax took a moment to rip off his own trews then threw a heavy leg over them

both. Crooning nonsense, he peppered the back of Michael
‟
s neck with kisses and licks.

Feathers enclosed him in a rustling cocoon, bronze and gray together.

Lise stroked his hair. “Say it, love. Say it aloud.”

“He…he—” Michael stalled. “He loved me, he made a stupid mistake, but he loved

me. He did.”

Her cool contralto was pitiless. “Who do you blame for his death?”

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His head spun, a cold sweat breaking out on his upper lip, his forehead. Waves of

darkness tugged at him. It was too much. He couldn
‟
t—

“I— Shut the fuck up!”

“No. Tell me. Who?”

“Leave him be, chick.” Dax slid a big warm hand from the point of Michael
‟
s hip,

over his heaving ribs to his shoulder.

“But—”

“Let him think. Tomorrow
‟
s soon enough.” The soothing touch circled around his

nipples, drifted across his collarbone. Breath hot and moist, Dax
‟
s open mouth pressed

against Michael
‟
s throbbing pulse. “You
‟
re freezing.”

When Michael tried to speak, Dax talked over him. “There
‟
s no one here to hear or

see. Relax, sweetheart, let us love you.” Fingertips traced the feather tattooed on his

shoulder blade.

Lise sighed. “Tomorrow then.” She planted a kiss in the hollow of Michael
‟
s throat.

“You did well though.” Her grip tightened. “Gods, you
‟
re tense.”

Dax sat up, fumbling with something in his pack. “Got it.” A hand in the center of

Michael
‟
s back, he gave an encouraging shove. “Roll over, facedown.”

“What are you doing?”

Lise
‟
s kiss was warm and wet and tender. She lingered over it, lifting Michael
‟
s

hand and pressing it against her breast. Her nipple nosed into his palm like a puppy

begging to be petted. Warmth spread from every point of contact, the chills retreating

until his chest, his belly, his balls echoed with the steady beat of his blood. Nerves

sparked, life went on. Twister, he was grateful for it.

Humming in her throat, Lise drew back. “Enjoy,” she murmured, bending to peck

his cheek.

Without warning, a warm, hard grip enveloped his right foot. Michael yelped. Slick

with oil, strong thumbs circled on his sole, digging into the arches with perfect

pressure. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Meet you in the middle,” said Lise, pushing the heels of her hands down the

muscles on either side of his spine.

When Michael groaned, Dax chuckled, the sound rich and joyous. “Feel good?”

Sharp teeth nipped at the curve where buttock met thigh. A hot, wet tongue soothed the

tiny sting.

Ah, gods! Michael melted like butter in the noonday sun, his lashes fluttered down

and his mouth fell open. He was probably drooling into the pillow, but fuck, he didn
‟
t

care. His Aetherii were making him the focus of their undivided attention and it had to

be the most perfect, beautiful feeling in the whole of his misspent life, a dream of bliss.

No one had ever— Not like this.

He managed to lift his head. “
Nngh.
”

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Huffing with amusement, Lise shoved him back down and continued to nibble her

way from one vertebra to the next. “So bare,” she said. “
Naked
.” Feathers whisked over

his ribs, across the small of his back. Michael stifled a whimper.

“Oh yeah,” growled Dax. Leaning in, he ran both hands all the way from calves to

buttocks, probing the muscles.

The Twister knew how long they worked on him. Ten minutes? Thirty? Between

them, it felt like they unraveled every knot in his body. Michael drifted, drugged with

pleasure and comfort. He was half-hard, but once he shifted to accommodate his cock

more comfortably on the quilt, it didn
‟
t matter. In fact, the semi-arousal leant a nice

piquancy to the proceedings. Turning, he pressed a clumsy kiss to Lise
‟
s thigh, the only

part of her he could reach easily.

Dax made a hungry noise in his throat and Lise laughed. “Do it,” she said.

Oily hands kneaded his buttocks. Strong thumbs slid into the cleft of his ass and

traced a slick path all the way to his balls. Not hesitating, they circled over his hole on

the way down and then again on the way back.

Michael raised his head to look over his shoulder. “Twister, what—?”

Dax grinned and said nothing, but Lise lay down beside him and pulled at

Michael
‟
s hip with one hand. “Come on,” she whispered. Warm fingers closed over his

cock and he realized with a gasp he was spike-hard, more than ready.

Her smile was brilliant. “Inside me.” Her tail slid around his waist, urging him over

her. Her thighs fell open beneath him. “Now, love.”

Slipping into her body was an erotic dream, a long, effortless glide. They moved

together like a poem, her sheath gripping him satin-slick and resilient, as strong as she

was. The downy feathers on her pubis teased the base of his cock and her breasts

pressed softly into his chest, the featherpearls burning in sympathy, puckering his

nipples. One leg rose high on his hip, her tail flexing with the rhythm. Her wings

spread wide across the bedding.

She was so beautiful, so honest and generous in what she offered, her wide eyes

gone storm gray with the strength of her desire. His heart ached with the perfection of

it, a small bittersweet pain.

Tingles ran up and down his spine, heat gathering in his balls. Gods, it was good,

not frantic this time, but…deep and slow, a gorgeous pressure growing at the root of his

cock. When he swiveled his hips, Lise tossed her head and growled her pleasure. He

should reach around and stroke the hotspot where tail joined spine. His eyes slitted

with the intensity of his pleasure. One more stroke and then he
‟
d—

His only warning was the rumbling purr that came from behind. Dax grabbed an

ankle and moved his leg up and out, bending the knee. Simultaneously, an oily finger

stroked over his perineum and teased his anus.

“
Aargh!
” He jerked back, sparks streaming up his spine, ricocheting off his tortured

nipples and streaking back to his balls, his cock…his ass. Feathers thumped softly

against his balls and the air whistled out of him in a single sobbing breath.

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“Fuck, Dax!”

“How long
‟
s it been?”

Michael froze, buried so deep in Lise, he could feel their blood pulsing together

through slick, sensitive skin. Lise nipped his chin, but he managed to say, “Since I gave

up my ass?”

“Mmm.”
The finger ventured a little farther, up to the first joint. When it wiggled,

Michael
‟
s shaft kicked. Lise moaned.

“It was him, wasn
‟
t it? Tannio.”

Michael made a noncommittal noise, every sense hijacked by an exquisite dilemma.

The male animal in him shuddered with the effort to hold back. All it wanted was to rut

endlessly into Lise
‟
s soft, wet heat, to pound and thrust and hammer until—

But if he shifted his hips, he
‟
d impale himself farther on that diabolical finger. Gods,

it
‟
d been years. How could he have forgotten the strange dark bite of it?

“Thought you
‟
d never had a man,” he panted.

Dax bit the back of his neck, feathers brushed the thin skin of his scrotum with a

teasing kiss. “Haven
‟
t,” the Aetherii said cheerfully. “But we took notes this morning,

my ass and me.” The finger withdrew and returned, slick with more oil, bringing a

companion with it.

“Fuck!” Unerring. Merciless.

Lise
‟
s nails dug into his skin. “Damn you, Michael,
move!
” When she arched against

him, she drove Dax
‟
s fingers against the sweet spot inside.

Perfect.

Michael
‟
s buttocks clenched hard, driving his rigid length into Lise, over and

over—the slick friction against the thin skin of his cock giving way to the divine

collision of pleasure and pain deep in his ass—again and again until he grew dizzy with

it. He widened his knees on the quilt so he could fuck Lise harder, deeper, but that had

the effect of opening him for Dax. With a happy rumble, Dax plastered his broad chest

to Michael
‟
s back, his fingers curling, stretching, stroking—loving.

Almost sobbing, Michael rocked back and forth in a kind of delirium. He could no

longer tell how many fingers Dax had inside him, only that the pressure had grown to

nearly unbearable proportions. He couldn
‟
t take it, not a second longer—and yet he

couldn
‟
t stop. He was the possessed and the possessor and it was too godsbedamn

good. Fuck, he could do this until his balls exploded and took the top of his skull off.

He
‟
d die a happy man.

Beneath him, Lise was crying out continuously, high and breathless, the prettiest

noises he
‟
d ever heard. She clung to him—arms, legs and tail, head tossing. Dax

peppered his neck and shoulders with kisses and bites, groans rumbling out of his deep

chest. Vaguely, Michael was aware of the turbulent motion of air against his skin as

huge wings arched, flailing as Dax
‟
s passion rose. With every stroke, the Aetherii
‟
s cock

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rubbed against the back of his thigh, hot and huge and hard. Dax
‟
s breath sawed in his

ear.

“Close,” Michael gasped. “Can
‟
t— Ah,
fuck!
”

Lise reared up hard against him, her cheeks scarlet. “L-love you. Oh Michael!” Her

voice rose an entire octave. “
Oh!
”

She stiffened, the strong muscles of her pelvis clamping down hard in a velvet vise,

utterly luscious and beyond him to resist. Dax made a startled sound and flexed his

fingers. The feathered tip of his tail snapped hard against Michael
‟
s scrotum, his balls

hard and tight with seed, the skin screamingly sensitive.

Michael
‟
s eyes rolled up as if he
‟
d been gut-punched. A deep, guttural noise was

wrenched out of him, and with it came his orgasm, boiling forth in a fiery rush that

robbed him of every sense save touch. He was blind, deaf and dumb, but oh sweet

fucking gods, the
feel
of it! Every muscle in his pelvis went into spasm, so that Dax
‟
s

fingers felt huge inside him and his cock felt huge inside Lise
‟
s strong, narrow sheath.

The stars deserted the night sky to dance behind his eyelids, sparkling motes that

throbbed in time with each convulsion of his body.