Premonition of Peace (Her Immortal Monsters #3)

Chapter 27

twenty-seven

NATHALIE

“Are you all right, little witch?”

“Huh? What?” I swallowed, throat dry. “I–I’m fine.” My voice shook. Why was it shaking?

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “You skipped over details in recounting what happened. You just sort of disappeared.”

My temperature was rising. I felt like I was being edged with physical affection. Affection . What the hell was that?

A brush of a hand here. A massage there. The guys were comforting me as I talked. It wasn’t sexual in nature. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but it was only getting worse as the time went on now that we were alone. I jumped, startled when long fingers touched my thigh on my outstretched leg.

My eyes locked onto Lucifer’s pale fingers as his thumb rubbed circles just above my knee. You’ve got to be kidding me. I trailed my gaze up and Lucifer was staring at me, his eyes concerned.

“Do you want to talk about whatever has you rattled?”

My lips parted. What? “How do you?—”

“Because we know you,” Marcel interjected. “You’re a good liar, sunbeam, but something has you shaken.”

That was putting it mildly.

Whatever was happening with my body was weird, but the thought of my dead others cooled the heat that was burning inside me. “I . . . lost some of my selves. In the fight.”

Lucifer’s expression shuddered. August’s hands tightened around my waist. Marcel’s gaze sharpened. “Your selves?”

I explained how my mind worked. That it wasn’t just the memory loci, but that there were versions of me. My personality. When I came to talking about each of them though, I choked. I just—couldn’t.

“I feel broken,” I whispered.

August shifted, handing me over to Marcel who sat beside us at the head of the bed. “You’re not broken,” August reassured me, running his fingertips down my temple and across my cheek. “You’re a survivor.”

“They’ll be back,” Lucifer added. “I’m with Bad Nat on that.”

“I hope so.” I tilted my head back to rest against Marcel’s chest. The familiar comfort only lasted a moment before I found myself hyper-fixated on where we touched.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Why was I thinking about sex of all things right now?

“I want you to know that I have never felt more fear than when I found you on that roof and you wouldn’t wake up,” Lucifer said quietly. His admission didn’t surprise me but admitting it in front of Marcel and August did.

My heart ached at the slight crack in his voice, but with every sweep of his thumb over my exposed skin, my body thrummed with adrenaline. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“I tried to get to you,” he added, his eyes boring into my meaningfully, “but I couldn’t get inside of your mind.”

“I won’t be diving headfirst into situations alone again,” I said, breath hitching.

He squeezed my thigh, and the pressure resounded in my core. “Good, but you’ll have to forgive me if I’m not sure I’m going to let you out of my sight for the foreseeable future.”

“Agreed,” Marcel cut in and, for the love of the gods , he put his hand on my other thigh and started massaging gently. “Don’t scare us like that again, sunbeam.”

Just barely resisting squirming, I cleared my throat and choked out, “I won’t, I promise.”

Silence filled in the cracks of our conversation, and my eyes finally took in August fully, realizing he was uncharacteristically silent. Had been for a while now. His eyes were trained on my comforter, lying on his side with his head propped in his hand. Despite the lounge position, his body was tense, his jaw tight.

I cocked my head slightly and watched him for a moment before calling his name, “August?”

He hesitated for a second and then his eyes met mine. “Yes, sunling?”

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” His expression contorted, flickering with a mix of unease.

“Nothing, I’m okay.” I frowned at him, continuing to stare as if to say yeah right, spit it out. With a deep exhale through his nose, he pulled his eyes to the ceiling and said, “I think the fervor is starting.”

The hands on my thighs stilled.

Of course . For a second, I felt intense relief. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I thought I was now one of the people who got turned on by my grief. It had never happened before. Sex to relieve my stress? All day, yes please. Sex to relieve my sadness? It just wasn’t me. But this made sense. I was just going into heat for my soulmate. Or something like that.

“That explains a lot,” I admitted softly, and his eyes found mine again, pupils blown wide. “Weird timing, huh?”

“I think it’s because you fulfilled your soul bonds when you cut ties with Morgan Le Fay,” he replied in a strained whisper. “Terrible timing. It’s okay, Nat. It can wait. I can control myself.”

Heat crawled over my skin again, an ache pulsing in between my legs. Gods . I chewed my lip watching him thoughtfully before I glanced to each side. Lucifer and Marcel watched us with rapt attention and either I was imagining things or there was a dark sort of hunger in both of their eyes. I had a feeling they could all smell my arousal. It was getting worse and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I gently cleared my throat. “What if . . . what if I can’t?”

The words hung in the air for a heartbeat before August groaned. “Don’t say that. You’re fucking with my restraint.” His gaze flicked between the other two. “And we have an audience.”

Lucifer held up a hand in mock surrender before giving a wicked grin. “Don’t stop on my account. I’ve watched you two before—when I was a ghost, of course. But this wouldn’t be the first group encounter if it swings that way. I am all for giving Nathalie what she needs.”

August and Lucifer stared at each other until Marcel broke the tension. “It would be my first . . . but I could use a distraction.”

All three heads turned to him, each of us shocked. Despite the dislike of sharing from all three men, it was not a secret that it was the hardest for Marcel. He met each of our gazes easily and shrugged in response leaning against the headboard and raking his eyes slowly over my body. It didn’t pass his inspection that I wasn’t wearing a bra as he lingered on my chest.

Wait until he found out I didn’t have on underwear either.

My blood heated under his gaze and when Lucifer started caressing my thigh again, his hand inching up this time, I couldn’t stop myself from squirming in my spot. The next several seconds were a showdown, a sexually charged game of chicken as we all waited for someone to tip the scale.

Shocking everyone, it was Marcel that went for it.

Shifting in his spot, he leaned toward me as he ran his fingers through my hair, his hands stopping at the base of my neck and gripping the strands. He tipped my head back. His eyes swept over my face.

Then, slowly, one hand released my hair and began drifting down my body. He skimmed the outer curve of my breast, over the plains of my stomach and to the waistband of my sweats. His fingers toyed with the edge while he cocked an eyebrow, asking for permission.

I arched upward, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when he forced his tongue into my mouth.

Marcel’s touch was feather light as he pushed beneath the band of my pants and his fingers found my weeping core. I almost flew out of my skin, my hips jerked so hard.

“You’re wet for us, sunbeam.”

I heard the low growl from the end of the bed, and I knew in that moment August’s control broke.

The bed shifted around me before hands settled at my hips gripping the waistline of my pants and tugging. In shifting to let August slide my sweats off, my connection with Marcel severed and I whimpered, reaching a hand behind me to wrap around the nape of his neck.

Marcel wasn’t having it. He lifted both of my arms in the air and Lucifer easily pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked to them.

“Fucking love your tits,” he groaned against my neck. Both his hands came up to cup my breasts, playing with the neglected buds. He pinched and tweaked them, and his every touch was driving me crazy, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, a breathy sound escaping my lips.

My legs fell open just slightly as my head lolled to the side. August and Lucifer both took their opportunities. August grasped my hips before throwing a leg over his broad shoulder. A second later his tongue parted me as he licked up my slit and ended with his tongue flat against my clit.

I exploded with pleasure, a loud moan echoing in my ears before it was swallowed in Lucifer’s brutal kiss.

I knew at this rate I would be covered in marks from all of them by the time this was over, but gods I didn’t care. I craved it. My body was on fire and their touch was the only thing that was quenching the inferno raging through every inch of me.

I was still rippling with pleasure when August sucked hard on my clit. A cry tore through me as my hand buried itself in August’s curly hair. I pulled, probably harder than I meant, as he began to roll his tongue over my center, slow and sensual.

“You’re so pretty like this, little witch,” Lucifer murmured against my lips. “So gorgeous and hungry for us.” August took that moment to thrust a finger into me and I bowed against Marcel’s chest, a guttural sound ripping from my throat.

Lucifer’s hand grabbed my jaw and wrenched my mouth to his, the kiss demanding and heated. I felt Marcel move his hands from my breasts and I missed his warmth immediately, but then two large palms rested against my thighs, before wrenching them apart.

“Oh gods,” I groaned softly, hardly able to believe that we were doing this, let alone that Marcel would hold me open for another man to eat me out. It was filthy in the best possible way.

“I’m the only god here,” Lucifer chuckled. August rumbled in protest, and I felt it where his mouth was on me. My eyes were locked with Lucifer’s as he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. And then he dipped down and captured my lips in a slow kiss that teased every bit of restraint out of me.

August’s fingers picked up speed inside of me and my breaths started to come in pants against Lucifer’s lips. He bit my bottom lip as Marcel leaned forward and whispered in my other ear, “You’re so close, sunbeam. I want to see that gorgeous face you make when you come.”

August lapped at me and Lucifer eased back, guiding my head to look. “Watch him taste you.”

Watching August between my legs with so many hands and mouths on me, had me on the brink. When cool slender fingers gave both of my nipples a hard pinch, that was it for me. My entire body jerked as a scream I hardly recognized as mine pierced the air. August didn’t stop, riding my climax out with me until my body became languid, twitching slightly. He pulled away, biting my inner thigh. I peered at him through hooded lids, taking in the sight of his mouth glistening, and the dark look on his face while his hair—out of its usual ponytail—hung around his eyes.

My fingers gripped him hard as I tugged up. He complied with my silent request rising over my body until his lips met mine and I tasted myself on him. My hands roamed over his chest, and I growled half-heartedly in disappointment at the lack of exposed skin.

Pulling away, I rasped out, “I’m the only one naked. You need to fix that. All of you.”

He chuckled darkly. “Anything for you, sunling, especially after the way you came on my tongue.” He pushed away from me, sliding off the bed. I didn’t get to watch him because Lucifer grabbed my jaw and twisted my face back to his. Unlike the others, he could blink in and out of the veil to rid himself of clothes.

“Anything you don’t want to do?” I knew exactly what he meant, and I felt my body clench, already excited and ready again. The ache inside of me needed to be filled or I was going to lose my mind.

“No,” I whispered back. “There’s lube in my closet.”

“Thank you for the offer, little witch.” His lips pulled to the side in a satisfied smirk as he grabbed me by the hips and guided me off of Marcel. Then he turned me around so I was on all fours facing the headboard. “But what good would I be if I couldn’t do this?”

I gasped when I felt a wetness suddenly gather at my core. With little more than a touch, he’d made me slippery for him.

I felt the bed shift behind me before his fingers stretched me in a way that made my next words come out as something more like a groan than a coherent sentence. “That is a wild use of magic.”

My words failed me after that as a second finger joined the first and each thrust had me rocking back to meet it. The stretch was delicious, but it wasn’t enough. The fervor coursed through me, and it demanded one thing and one thing only.

“If one of you doesn’t let me take your cock soon, I’ll lose my mind,” I ground out as I pushed back against Lucifer’s fingers with more force.

Three throaty chuckles sounded from every angle.

“So impatient,” Lucifer said, stilling his fingers and making me bite back a growl.

“She always is when it comes to her pleasure,” Marcel added. I realized that he was at my side right as I caught sight of the swing of his hand just before his palm cracked against my ass. I’d be embarrassed of the sound I made if I were in my right mind.

“I love seeing our witch so cock hungry.” Lucifer leaned forward, his front touching my back as he rubbed a thumb over my hanging nipple. “Patience. Good things come to those who wait.”

I glared at him and barely resisted telling him to shove his patience. Tired of the teasing, I decided to take matters into my own hands—literally. I pushed onto my knees, ignoring the eyes on me. I knew who was most likely to crack first at this moment and so I wiggled myself around until I faced August. He was on the side of the bed, one knee braced on it, his cock in his hand. With a promising smile, I reached forward and wrapped my hand around his. I got through two pumps before his hand fell away and he let me take over.

I pumped August slowly, my eyes fixed on his face as I watched his expression. If he was feeling a fraction of the hunger the fervor was causing me, I knew this was bliss. So when I pulled away and his eyes narrowed in a challenge, I just grinned.

“Now who’s hungry?”

He arched an eyebrow. “I think it’s my turn,” he said. Lucifer shifted back further on the bed just as August reached forward, grabbing me by the waist. With one smooth motion, he twisted us until he landed on the bed, and I straddled him, chest to chest. His hands gripped my hips, pulling them forward and backward, grinding me against his hard length. I choked out a moan.

August smirked as I moved against him, trying to find friction.

“Good, now scoot down to the edge,” Lucifer instructed, and with August’s fingers digging into my hips, the two of us slid down the bed toward Marcel, who’d stepped back as we got to the foot of the bed. August’s legs were over the edge, his soles touching the ground. Without warning, he flopped back, pulling me forward until my chest was flush with his and I loomed above him, the back of me open to their eyes.

His eyes skimmed mine for a second as I felt other hands kneading my ass. “You sure you’re ready to be with us? All of us? For eternity?”

Eternity wasn’t something I’d thought about much. Death had been looming a little too close as of late. But I knew that completing the bond with him today meant forever. It meant forever with him and with the other two just as intricately tied to me, it meant forever with them.

“Never been more sure,” I murmured back, brushing my lips over his as I reached a hand between us and lined him up with my entrance. As I sank down on him, I felt it and saw it. The gold thread between us tightened, thrumming with energy as the aurae bond locked between us.

I moved against him and his eyes closed with ecstasy. It still wasn’t done for me, though. I looked behind me and Marcel took me in before he stepped toward the bed. I nodded at him groaning as August’s cock slid in and out of me. I felt a tip prod at my other exposed entrance and a flood of liquid that I knew was Lucifer making sure the stretch would be smooth and comfortable. As Marcel slid home, he growled deep and low, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he found the rhythm with my movements over August.

“Fuck, sunbeam,” he groaned out as he pushed in and out of me. “So fucking tight for me.”

I looked to the side of me and reached out my hand for Lucifer, needing his presence to feel like this was complete. He grasped my hand, and I pulled at him until he dug his knees into the bed and knelt beside me. His cock jutted out, proud in the space between us. I turned my head fully and let my tongue slide over his tip. His groans joined the sounds that came from all of us, tangling in the air until it was hard to tell which sound came from who. August and Marcel controlled my movements at my hips, but I found my own rhythm for Lucifer as I dropped my jaw and took him fully in my mouth.

And I felt complete.

“So, fucking perfect, sunling,” August rasped out as he met every thrust from Marcel with a plow of his own. “Clenching around me. I’m going to fuck this pussy forever.”

My sounds vibrated around Lucifer’s length, and he let out a snarl, threading his hands in my hair, taking over as he thrust into my mouth.

All I could do was brace my hands on August’s chest and moan around Lucifer’s cock as I was pounded into from every angle, my body desperately riding the high climbing in me. I was so full it was almost overwhelming, but I couldn’t imagine anything sweeter in that moment.

Call it the fervor, or maybe it was the fall out of everything that had happened, but I’d never felt anything so intense. I was climbing again, and fast, with every pull of Lucifer’s hand in my hair, and every scrape of August’s cock against my inner walls, and every pump Marcel thrust into my ass. The reverie climbed until all of us were racing toward the edge of a cliff.

“Come for us.” August slid a hand between us and started making soft circles around my clit. It took exactly four turns before I detonated like a bomb, clenching hard as my body jerked and gushed for the men who had taken my heart in their shared hands.

I felt August give a few more erratic thrusts before he pulsed in me, his head pressing back into the bed as he came. Marcel’s fingers dug into my hips and his movements picked up as he followed us both over the edge. My mouth grew slack around Lucifer as he grabbed both sides of my face and began to fuck my mouth.

“Come on, little witch,” Lucifer grunted, his movements picking up, “I need to see you swallow me.” That was my warning before his essence flooded my mouth and I gulped around him.

When he pulled out of my mouth my whole body sagged. Six hands helped me roll over until my back hit the bed. My eyelids were heavy, and I fought to open them, but couldn’t quite manage. Movements happened all around me as I was petted and stroked. A second later, a warm, wet cloth stroked between my thighs, cleaning me up.

Finally managing to fight the daze, I cracked an eye open and met three sets of eyes. With a satisfied smile, I extended an invitation I never thought would happen between the four of us.

“Sleep with me?”