It brings it to a complete, blissful stop.
As he tightened his arms upon her, creatures moved past his legs with nibbling mouths and slippery fins, but they meant no harm. The lotus blossoms floated around them, brushing against Lyssa's bare back and col ecting in that shal ow val ey, her hair tangling with the flowers. An occasional feather drifted past, dislodged from what was happening around the bend of the lagoon. They could see the angels and nymphs, could hear the sounds of their pleasure, but at the moment, they were lost in one another.
Jacob took them both under, so when they emerged her wet lashes were thick around her green eyes, her hair slicked back on her delicate skul . She wanted to renew that kiss, and climbed up his body to do so, holding him fast, his cock brushing the base of her buttocks as she sucked on his mouth, taking the sweet taste of the water away. When she nipped at him, she earned a growl from the animal in him as well. Skin to skin, bone to bone. He could feel every rib under his fingertips, the beat of her heart, rapid against his. Her legs constricted around him, muscles straining to hold him even closer. all that glorious wet hair, his fingers buried into it.
“Easy, my lady,” he murmured. “No rush. Just this, all night long.” A night prolonged by Fae magic. He could feel her need to move past the earlier melancholy, giving her desire a sharp edge. He soothed it, with mouth and hands. As he worked his way down, he coaxed her to lie back, stare up at the night sky as he gripped her waist, holding her level on the water's surface.
When a wingtip touched the water to his left, he raised his head. No more than an arm's length away, an angel was in the water with them. He had a handsome, intent expression, framed by golden brown hair. His wings were folded close on his back, so mostly Jacob saw broad shoulders. His eyes had no whites, all solid dark pupil, so it was impossible to read his expression, except that Jacob felt no threat from him.
His lady's gaze shifted to the winged male. As she did, the angel reached out, twined fingers in her dark hair, working his way from there to support the back of her neck with one hand, holding her level for Jacob.
“It's easier this way, no?” he said. His voice was as compel ing as the sirens, only without the destructive grip of obsession. It evoked trust, desire and command all at once. “I am Raphael, my lady.
And it seems you might have need of one more to help your servant give you pleasure.” Lyssa shifted her gaze to Jacob. Interestingly, her servant waited to see what her will would be, with no undercurrent of possessiveness or resentment. But then he knew her so well , saw the way she reacted to having the both of them so close, so will ing to meet her needs. And his intuition reached even deeper than that.
A while back, Jacob and his brother Gideon had shared Lyssa, at her invitation. It had been the polar opposite of the nightmare Arrdol had resurrected within her. She was ready to banish the latter, wanted to enjoy being enveloped in male attention.
More than that, she wanted the feelings that came with it. The neediness, the greed for life, to take more than the usual offering. She needed that tonight. If she could grasp that elusive feeling, she'd have the strength to tel the Rhoswens and Vampire Councils of the world they could kiss her regal ass.
They had no hold on who and what she was.
Jacob's lips curved, and he sunk lower, taking himself to the water line. Levering himself between her knees, he spread them with wet hands sliding along her thighs. Raphael moved to stand just above her head, his hand stil beneath her neck, but he flattened his other palm on her sternum, spreading his fingers so they fol owed the rise of her breasts in ten distinct lines of sensation. None of them made contact with the nipples, but from the caress and kneading of just that much of the smal curves, the nipples became more erect under his and Jacob's intent gazes. Jacob put his mouth between her legs then. In his mind, she saw his enjoyment of the mix of the water with her slippery heat. Incredibly responsive to having a mouth on her cunt, particularly Jacob's, she arched up like a mermaid, making the water ripple out from her body. Raphael slid his hands under her shoulders and dropped lower in the water himself, leaning back so she was braced on his chest, but at an angle where she could see his large hands on her breasts, Jacob feasting on her with his mouth.
Jacob curled his tongue over her clit, licked, slid slow and deep into the channel beneath, then came back out again, teasing the labia with lashes of his tongue and pressure that had her working herself against his mouth, a reaction always sure to make him hard as a brick wal . Raphael gripped her breasts together, then gave the nipples one hard flick with his thumbs that had her crying out. Her mind was being taken over by swirling reds, no words. But Jacob knew what she wanted. After the Fae circle, she was close, so close, but she wanted nothing less than him inside her.
Inside me . . .
Raphael lifted her and Jacob accepted the gift, curving his arms around her back and hips to bring her close. As he did, Raphael moved in behind her.
His wings spread out, brushing the skin with a shivery, tingling sensuality as they curved forward and shadowed her on either side. They brushed Jacob's shoulders. The angel pushed her hair to one side and placed a single kiss on her throat, as if he knew the significance of such an erogenous place for a vampire, ful powered or not. Lyssa shuddered in Jacob's arms, held him tighter, her eyes closing.
Her mind was that maelstrom again, hard to decipher, but he held her low on her hips, watched Raphael put a kiss lower, along her spinal column.
She trembled.
Jacob tipped her face up and kissed her again, long and deep, using his tongue to tease her mouth.
Raphael slid his hands along her waist as Jacob gripped her hips, curving over her bottom. The water was slippery, a natural lubricant with all the plant life and its oils spil ing into the water, though her pussy didn't need it. As she adjusted, she inadvertently captured his cock head. It lodged in that opening, and he pressed his hand against her cheek, making her eyes open, stare into his.
“What do you want, my lady? Do you want us both inside of you?”
“Yes.” Her voice was throaty, eyes intent on his. “I want that.” She bit her lip as Raphael shifted his grip so it overlapped Jacob's on her hips.
“A slow slide down,” the angel murmured in her ear. His wings folded fully around them now, enclosing them in a wal of feathers that brushed the skin and made the moment even more magical and unexpected. Any other male touching his lady usual y raised Jacob's ire. Whether or not it was because this male was a heavenly host, Jacob could sense how his lady, so blessed with natural sensuality, wanted them both; how much she wanted this moment. He could deny her nothing. There were perhaps thousands of angels named Raphael in honor of the archangel, but if it was him, Raphael was gifted with the power of healing. And Jacob knew Lyssa could use a touch of healing tonight.
Perhaps they both could.
The love he bore her, and she for him, was so clear. The angel was a carnal male, capable of being aroused by a woman like Lyssa, wanting to fuck her like any other male, but there was a broad love and acceptance in him as well that reinforced Jacob and Lyssa's love for one another.
Lyssa made a pleasurable noise as Raphael put his fingers inside her tight rear entrance. When he seated her more deeply on Jacob, he was pushing her down further on his fingers as well , preparing her.
“Relax and surrender to males who love you, sweet queen. It's not a matter of giving up, giving in to your exhaustion. It's a matter of letting it go. Let it all go. Experience this moment, every moment, in its shining clarity. Let the healing power of it inside of you.”
He arched her back then, those soft, mesmerizing words replaced by something more urgent as Jacob bent and captured her breast in his mouth. Raphael nipped her throat, his hair brushing over Jacob's head.
She let out a smal cry as Raphael replaced his fingers with himself, and began to enter her, sharing the limited space the two channels had, one of them already occupied by Jacob. Her fingers bit into Jacob's shoulder and he increased the suckling at her nipples, even as he adjusted himself inside of her, ready to stroke when Raphael was positioned.
Now they weren't alone in the water. The sirens and the angels had gravitated toward them, the various groupings swimming, kissing, twined around one another.
“Do not worry. I can neutralize the effect of the sirens on you, Jacob.” Raphael lifted his head to give him that one reassurance, those dark eyes flickering. It was timely, because one siren brushed Jacob's back, then slid beneath the water. He made a noise in his throat, his mouth stil on his lady as the siren's hands spread his legs so she could suck one of his testicles into the teasing heat of her mouth.
Her fingers played between his buttocks, a brief tempting stimulation before she emerged and turned herself against his back, her generous buttocks braced on the upper rise of his as an angel apparently lifted and reentered her, using Jacob's anchored stance as a brace.
It pushed him farther into Lyssa, and of course Raphael responded in kind. Another angel had done the same with his siren, bracing her against Raphael, so now the angel turned his head to kiss that female as well , taking advantage of her lips as his hands stroked down Lyssa's arms, gripped her slender biceps, and he rocked forward into her.
Lyssa cried out, and Jacob stared into her eyes as he pushed in from the other direction, taking her up high, not quite letting her go over the edge, just building her with all the heated stimulation around them, knowing she needed it to go on as long as possible. The brush of feathers against their skin, the vivid reality of flesh meeting flesh in urgent need . . .
Soft singing was going on somewhere on the bank, that ethereal beauty of the siren's song that he could now hear with a clear mind. It was yearning, desire, the ultimate search for ecstasy and peace at once.
He and Raphael could give her that, leaving her no fear or uncertainty, only pleasure. She'd learned a long time ago that ful control wasn't always possible.
But lack of control didn't mean loss of control. It was that which had plagued her since her transition, and the situation with Arrdol had underscored it. Tonight, though, only pleasure was ruling her.