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They watched as Jezzie moved farther away from them. The evidence of their previous lovemaking dripped from her body and down her thighs, a beautiful show which had their cocks standing tall once again.
“Athon, Roth, please come and sit over here, so you can see our Jezzie as she takes me into her pretty little mouth.” He gestured to the two armchairs by the bed that would offer them a perfect view of what was to come.
They moved instantly. Roth stopped to check the nightstand briefly, grabbing something before he sat next to him. A package of what turned out to be wet wipes was handed to him with a look down at his cock. Athon quickly wiped himself down, the cool sensation making his breath catch.
Jezzie knelt at Nithe’s feet, her back straight, her breasts proudly on display, and her hands behind her hips.
“Good, a stór. Now you can suck me however you wish,” Nithe stated, his praise making her smile wider.
Wetting her lips she clasped her hand around the base of his cock, her tongue darted out to taste the tip, and it got smaller. Not like, small-small, just not dragon-huge anymore. He was still a well hung male but now at least Jezzie stood a chance of getting some of his length in her mouth.
She licked and nipped, sucked and caressed. Both of her hands moved over him. One cupped his balls, the other ran up and down his shaft. Her tongue flicked out at the base of the head and Nithe gave a deep groan, and she swirled her tongue around the rim, her lips latching over him. She rose higher on her knees and took him deep in her throat, as far as she could. And all the while Athon’s eyes were riveted on them as his hand stroked Roth’s cock, and Roth stroked his.
The moment Nithe roared out his climax so too did he and Roth. Cum spilled over their hands as Jezzie swallowed as much of Nithe’s load as she could, the rest spilling out of her lips until she pulled away, spurt after spurt covering her beautiful face and dripping down onto her breasts.
As they slumped in their seats, Nithe bent down and helped Jezzie to her feet, lifted her chin to place a loving kiss on her cum covered lips, and pulled her into a tight embrace.
Athon realized something within that very moment. The elusive something he’d always felt was missing? The woman they’d been searching for to fill the empty space? This was it. It was Jezzie, but not just her. It was Nithe too. Because if Jezzie didn’t feel complete then how could they ever be truly complete themselves?
After they were all cleaned up–Nithe had told the guys to use whatever they needed from his wardrobe–and Athon and Roth had gone to grab some snacks, they’d all fallen asleep for a much-needed nap.
Upon waking they all sat up cuddled together on the bed, comfortable and content. The feelings of contentment which radiated out of the males soothed her unresolved worries. A balm to her nerves. Nithe and Roth were on either side of Jezzie, and Athon with his head resting on her lap. Nithe refused to let her go, and she understood the need to be close to her completely. Since mating they’d never been apart as long as the past couple of days. Jezzie had never felt so much at peace, or so full of contentment and love. It was so wonderful she almost wanted to break out in song like a princess from the movies she’d watched as a little girl.
Proper introductions had seemed redundant, but they’d done them anyway. They talked about how she and Nithe were hybrids and how it was possible; something none of them knew the answers to. Angel births were rare enough as it was.
Nithe gave half answers about his heritage. Her muttered curses about his mother made him squeeze her tight and kiss the top of her head. She’d skirted any talk of her own childhood and past by feigning yawns and snuggling deeper into her warm cocoon of masculine awesomeness. She wasn’t ready to talk about Lucifer, not with the sting of his reaction to her still smarting her inner child’s heart.
Athon and Roth had spoken about how they’d realized their sexuality and how it was frowned upon for so long in angel culture. Some angels, just like humans, sadly still held those views. Athon brushed over their time apart, giving her a look to which she gave a small nod and didn’t press.
“Actually, it was you, Jezzie, who brought us back together, in a way. Roth’s dreams of you and your message—which the big lug forgot to give for way too long—were what led to us reconnecting.” Athon chuckled.
“Laugh it up, chuckles. You weren’t the one on the receiving end of a Lucifer Special,” Roth playfully glared.
“What’s that?” Jezzie asked warily.
“He went full Satan on Roth’s ass for the shared dreams. We thought it was because he knew you . . . but from his reaction when we got here he thought you were going to be someone else. While Roth was passed out I stayed with him, and when I touched him I got pulled into that dream with you too. From there we finally talked things out and got our shit together,” Athon explained.
Well, damn. Seems Lucifer was expecting someone else. In hindsight it was to be expected. Hell, they looked enough alike to be twins most of the time. Jezzie actually felt a bit stupid for not realizing it, and a little better about his reaction. Thinking back she remembered he’d said Caria. But it hadn’t registered to her ears past the riotous cascade of his emotions, and the tumultuous expressions on his face.
“You okay, babe?” Athon asked, concern clear in his gaze.
“Absolutely,” she said, shaking off her errant thoughts. Now was the time to learn about her mates, not dwell on shit she couldn’t change.
“I must admit, if I hadn’t been so worried about Az, it would have been kinda sexy to watch.”
“Eww!” Jezzie couldn’t stop her internal ick factor from manifesting into actual sound.
“What? You don’t think Lucifer is sexy?” Athon asked.
“Yeah, nope. Never. Ever. Not for anything would I ever think he was sexy.” Jezzie felt the sick burn the back of her throat.
Athon and Roth busted out in laughter, looks of relief flashed across their faces, but also questions. Probably due to her rather strong reaction. Before they could ask them though, Nithe cleared his throat and redirected their attention.
“I want to apologize for barging in earlier. I promised I’d come back only when you were ready, Jezzie, I tried, but the bond was too strong. I felt your pleasure and couldn’t resist, the dragon in me simply took over. If my intrusion was unwelcome, I do apologize.” Sincerity shone from his eyes. Relief flooded his face as they all rushed to reassure him his arrival had been most welcome.
“The sight of Jezzie on her knees in front of you will invade my thoughts forevermore.” Athon winked.
“I’m not used to sitting back and losing control. It’s an odd feeling, but kind of natural too,” Roth said curiously.
