Chapter 54 Tender loving gods
Earth-shattering orgasm.
For the first time, it wasn't a cliché black text in a print book.
It was real.
As real as my name, Lys. Lys rhymes with please as Grandma taught me to read on paper as a child.
As real as my wolf Rhea behind my ribs, and the deep sound of Finn’s climax cry that had immediately set mine off.
It was as real as these men now boxing me in between their large bodies, naked skin rubbing together. Warm. Slick.
It was as real as Hale’s tongue in my mouth, and Draki’s teeth in my neck.
My body broke like a dam.
A blast I never even felt when I made a full shift. The kind that left a gap right in my center, baring my soul to the world.
Their bodies, solid pounds of flesh, pinned me from moving or trashing, holding my body like vices with their buff muscles.
Finally, after an eternity, I opened my eyes to find Finn walking out the door. My underwear still clutched tightly in his fist.
I blinked up, staring at my husbands who stared back at me.
Hale kissed my cheek, my forehead, nose, chin over and over, his lips soft and tender. His movements, slow and savoring.
Draki watched us with an unreadable expression, and finally whispered, “Hand her over, Mon amuor.”
Very reluctantly, Hale pulled away from us.
I was boneless as Draki moved from the bed and hauled me into his arms.
Contrary to what I expected, he did not place me in the bathtub, but plopped me down on the island beside the sink.
First, he pulled out a box of wipes and cleaned my skin, hovering longer around my thighs which carried the pearly evidence of his ejaculate, and my ribs that were sticky with Hale's.
Then he walked away.
My back slumped against the cold marble wall tiles, and I stared after him with half-closed eyes. Every last energy had been sucked off my body, and now I am tethered between sleep and wakefulness.
When I next opened my eyes, it was to his palms on my skin.
He watched me intently as he doused my body with oil, checking every inch of my skin like an X-ray.
Those dragon eyes burned brighter, and I knew he could see past my bones. He did not need to ask if I was OK, he could see it.
Still, he said, “How do you feel?”
His fingers caressed my hair back with all the tenderness he had shown a few times in the last few days.
My eyes closed to the good, good feeling. But I was too exhausted to respond. To even open my lips.
“We need to fix your diet. Between this and your academy, you will need to eat well.”
I blinked to show I was listening.
“Finn can arrange it. You will like that, right?” His hands moved down to my shoulders and began working the soft flesh between my shoulder blades, as efficiently as a masseur.
Was this a test? What sort of response did he expect to that question?
But then his voice was as kind as it had been in his vault.
And when I opened my eyes to stare into his eyes, they had moved from fiery dragon to plain silver. Like mine.
I parted my lips to respond, but yawned instead.
“You are tired. This won’t take long.”
This time, I managed to move my head in a nod.
He pulled me into his chest, resting my cheek against his heart. Then his arms circled me as if in an embrace, but nothing about his hands on my back was gentle. They moved in a brisk hacking motion across my spine.
Firm, quick strokes with the side of his palms in a chop-chop motion that made me want to cough.
“Do you know why I am doing this, doll?”
“No.”
His lips kissed the top of my shoulder. “Your body will hurt like hell tomorrow if I don’t.”
Those hands kept on with the Karate chop strokes.
Chop, chop, chop.
“It would still hurt, but not like hell.” His voice was amused, clearly tickled by his own joke. A small smile stretched my lips.
He went on to massage my entire body a little more gently with his thumbs and the heel of his palms.
On my face, his fingers were the lightest, moving in a snatching motion.
His voice was deep, rumbling around the walls as he explained that this would help reduce puffiness, a technique he learned from his high-maintenance wife.
I gave him a nod when he offered to teach me, but for more reasons than wanting a snatched face. I wanted him to never stop talking.
To remain this way with me, tender and conversational.
He was different from the dark god in that bedroom a while ago, or the one in the cave.
Right now, he was the exact man who carried a conversation with me in the vault. The man who looked like he wanted to teach me everything he knew, even if it meant talking for hours.
Later, we showered together, and I wondered why Hale had not come in even once. Did he mind that I was now hugging his lover to myself?
My heart gave a sudden, painful kick. Finn.
He was all alone somewhere right now. He was always alone in the end.
“I'm sorry, doll.” Draki kissed my hair from behind when I whimpered to the feel of his hand, washing between my legs.
The sensitive skin stung at the touch of even air.
“It will not hurt by morning, I promise.”
I nodded, collapsing against his chest in the running shower as his left hand curled around my midsection, holding me up.
Whether he planned to heal me in my sleep, or these things generally did not hurt after a few hours, I do not know.
And I genuinely did not care. I just wanted to sleep.
He settled me on the counter again after pulling me out of the shower, and my feet dangled in the air, waiting for him.
I inhaled deeply. Briefly enjoying the feeling of a clean skin and thoroughly washed hair.
He returned, something unknown in his closed fist. “Part your legs, pet.”
I blushed despite having done countless scandalous things already. We both stared down at the spot between my legs as he moved one hand closer.
I frowned.
His hand was glowing now in a similar way to the way my body did in the silver cage. Almost the same color.
What could that mean?
The light emanating from it now felt like ice against my skin. I hissed at the bite but sat still.
He moved the light up towards my chest, slowly, like he was using a microscope to inspect my skin.
And then he pulled his hand away.
I did not feel any different, the places that hurt still hurt.
Maybe it was like regaining my ability to walk. Whatever he had done may take five to seven business days to activate.
“What’s the secret joke, wolf-girl.” His eyes shone with amusement as I struggled to keep the smile off my face.
I shook my head, grateful that he wasn't like Hale who randomly read my thoughts without permission.
After applying a clear gel around all parts of my pussy, he carried me back to the bedroom despite my offer to walk myself.
The bedroom was empty, but tidy again.
Fresh sheets were fitted around the bed, the air was clean with the smell of rain now pouring outside, and the lavender-scented air diffusers.
I had just belted a mint-colored silk robe around my waist when the door opened and Finn walked in, holding a food tray.
His eyes were red and raw from all the tears, but soft as they stared at me.
I jerked my eyes away.
“Eat with us. Where’s Hale?” Draki stepped out of the closet in a new pair of pajama bottoms.
“Here, hot stuff,” Hale sounded out as his wide shoulders pushed through the door.
“No, thank you.” Finn responded, mouth set in a stubborn line. He walked very close to me, and set the tray down.
“Lys,” he breathed. “You… you OK?”
I sat on the bed and turned my head away from him even though it broke my heart to do so.
He hovered around for a moment, brushed the tray lightly and then walked away.
I only looked up when I heard the bedroom door close.
Hale was staring at me.
In three long strides, he was beside me, stretching out a bottle of electrolytes, “Finn is… You don’t have to be so hard…”
“Hale,” Draki called now, and when he turned, said, "That's between both of them."
He did need to add stay out of it.