Page 131 of Hell’s Weapon

“I did abandon him during a fight. I’m supposed to be his protector.” The words come out with reserved acceptance, her feeling of failure clear.

“You had to leave,” Milo answers, forcing the words out.

“He’s right, and we’ve been over this.” I grip her chin with my thumb and index finger. “You leaving, and rescuing Milo, will have helped the rest of them end the battle.”

“But what if Hades gets hurt, or Garrick?”

“Garrick can handle himself. Does he know where you live?”

“No.” She shakes her head as much as she can in my grasp. “But he can find me.”

She lifts her hand up and turns her wrist so both Milo and I can see the underside, showing the clear teeth marks which haven’t yet healed over.

“What the fuck?” My hand flies from her chin to her wrist, pulling it up for closer inspection, my dragon roaring to the surface at her visible injury.

“Calm down. It’s a tracking mark. Something the panthers can do. Once they’ve tasted the blood of a being, they can track them to pretty much anywhere. He’ll be able to find us as soon as he can leave the compound.”

Milo shifts closer, his wet curls bouncing as he tries to take a closer look. He strokes a finger over the raised pink marks and looks up at our girl.

“Yes, once you’re fully turned, you’ll have that ability too.” The way she can read his questions without him having to voice them fills my chest with warmth. And the thought of Milo being able to find us no matter where we are is an appealing one. I wish it worked both ways but I don’t think my dragon would allow him far, and would burn through all the realms if he ever went missing.

Unable to stand the distance any longer, even the small amount that is between our bodies, I lean forward to kiss Tacita’s wet lips before turning and kissing Milo as well.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” she asks, moving around us and leaving the shower after hitting the panel again to cease the water pouring down on us.

She grabs several towels from a built-in rack on the opposite wall and throws them at us so we can dry. I rub at my skin with impatience, getting rid of most of the water. Both my partners take a little longer as they attempt to towel dry their hair.

My cock is already most of the way hard as I gently stroke it whilst watching them finish up. Tacita doesn’t hide her wings again, so takes the longest as she gently wipes the towel over the membranes to dry them off.

Milo dumps his towel and moves into my arms, our erect dicks knocking into each other as I pull him into a deep kiss. I still haven’t processed how I nearly lost him again tonight, but the fear lingers in my bloodstream. His mouth is soft and pliant beneath mine, his tongue letting mine dominate the kiss. My hands move from his waist, around to his back, before dipping and cupping his arse, and pulling him into me harder.

A clearing of a throat breaks us apart, both of us already a little breathless. Looking around, I see nothing but an empty bathroom.

“In here.” Tacita’s voice floats from the bedroom. I grab Milo's hand and tug him through the doorway only to slam to a stop just over the threshold. Tacita is kneeling on the bed, thighs spread and hands on the delicious curves of her hips. Her wings are tucked and her horns rise proudly as she sits tall, not an ounce of self-consciousness, showing us her body.

Her tail loosely curls around her on the mattress. She’s always looked beautiful to me but right now, with her true nature on display, she’s absolutely stunning.

“I thought we should take advantage of finally having a bed big enough that we won't have to worry about falling off it whilst we play,” she says.

Milo chuckles. Leaving me still standing struck dumb by the view, he moves across the room to her. She’s sat near enough to the edge that he remains standing as he puts one hand around the back of her head, cradling it, and pulls her into a kiss.

Moving to the side slightly to improve my view, but keeping my distance for now, I watch on as their bodies melt against each other. Her soft curves push up into his lithe torso. His fingers card through her hair whilst the other hand moves to the small of her back to hold her tightly.

Her hands roam over his shoulders and move down the sides of his waist before she slides one between their bodies and grips his cock. Milo hisses into her mouth as she strokes him from base to tip. Their lips part but their eyes lock and the heat emanating from them has my dick pulsing, kicking me swiftly into action. With a growl, I’m on the bed and pressing myself up against my female–as much as I can with her wings out anyway.

“Shall I put them away?” she asks

“Do not.” I wrap one hand around her stomach and brush up the arch of one wing with my fingertips. She shudders in my hold and grips onto Milo harder. “I plan on mastering all the ways I can drive you crazy using these,” I whisper into her ear before nipping the lobe.

She lets them drop slightly so the membranes touch the bed, laying them out on each side, so she can lean back into me a bit more.

Taking advantage of her new position, with her back arched, Milo leans down to take one of her nipples between his lips. Tacita moans louder as I continue to run my hand over her sensitive wings whilst my man teases her breasts, swapping between sucking, using his tongue and his hands.

My cock is nestled between her arse cheeks and I can’t stop my hips from giving the occasional thrust. I bet she’s soaked for us already and I wish I could easily change the angle so I could sink inside her, but I’ll be patient.

Milo moves down her body, sinking to his knees in front of us. I peak over Tacita’s shoulder and damn his lips look swollen from use already. He licks them and I feel the desire to push my cock into his warm mouth. His eyes meet mine briefly before they travel down the naked demoness between us. He slowly runs his fingers up her thigh as she spreads them further on the end of the bed.

“Please,” she begs, her breaths getting shorter with how turned on she is.