Post-Apocalypse: Mated To Alphas Of Orion-Chapter 71: Erebus

(Amaia)

(NSFW Content Ahead)

Like the unfurling of black masts of some spectral ship, his wings spring from his back.

Wings? His incubus form had fucking wings.

Like elongated shadows with a silver lining, they expand above us, moving without a sound. A ripple went through them like a wave of energy when his tongue invaded me deeply.

My pleasure shoots as my eyes observe them and how they communicate, his feelings in that instant.

The silver around the edges brightens with every stroke of his tongue. Every slurp he takes is followed by my shivers and moans which makes his wings excitedly flap behind him.

It’s like being stuck in a wet dream where a handsome demon sucks me off, drinking away my womanly juices.

My body finally convulses, and the pressure builds up in my lower regions. I come gripping onto his horn and staring at his magnificent wings, the silver glistened from the reflected orange light of the candle.

He drank me up, without hesitation, like a starved beast.

Spent, so spent that all energy seemed to have been drained out of me.

Finally, he lifts his head and watches me with his glistening lips, and my juices still coat them. A mischievous wink he gives.

"I had been starving forever, you sated me Precious Little Thing." He is so gigantic in size compared to me that I appear like a tiny thing to him.

With adoration he watches, moving up and hovering right over my naked form. His wings excitedly flap without a single sound. They are as slick as oil.

Emotions curl deep in my belly and I wish to touch him, feel him, have his muscular body enshroud me.

"Your wings are beautiful," I murmur, trying not to choke on these emotions.

At my words, his left wing dips and its curved edge touches my cheek, caressing and fondling it.

My hand reaches out and I touch it. Like black velvet, it’s soft and smooth.

"They like you. They don’t usually come out," he answers with a cheeky smile. How I love and adore that smile of his.

"And you? Do you like me too?" I cannot help but ask, staring deeply into his eyes.

"You know I do or I won’t be here. That Alnitak won’t let me out or let me feed on any females but he let me have you. Seems like you are pretty special to him. I wish you were our mate, so I could taste you every night," he says with a wink, and my heart takes a dive inside my chest.

It aches, the mark burns, reminding me of my destiny, and I try not to become overly emotional.

I just sadly smile at him, words refuse to come out.

Kacir’s snores still ring in the air.

"I have to go now, that Alnitak boy is getting agitated. If I won’t listen to him he won’t let me have you again. But I can’t without kissing you." The mischief dances in those midnight-shaded orbs of his.

I can’t let him go without giving him a name too.

"Can I call you Erebus?" I softly ask and his devilish smile widens. He is no less than the god of darkness and shadow.

"Whatever you like, tiny creature."

His wings slide under me from both sides, lifting me up and against his rugged chest.

My breath is almost knocked out from the impact, he is wild, not at all like Alnitak.

His mouth finds mine in a kiss. It’s feral, unruly and passionate, just like him.

He bites down on my lower lip with his pointed teeth, taking me to the edge of pain and then presses his fleshy lip on it to soothe it.

My hands find his face while his wings rub my back like a velvety cloth massaging me.

His long tongue reaches deep so very deep into my throat as if inspecting it like a doctor. He is not only passionate but curious too.

Slowly, everything begins to dissipate: his wings, his tongue, the tattoos on his body, the black hair.

"I will see you again, my Black Shine," he murmurs before I find myself in Alnitak’s arms.

He concernedly stares down at me. The gold has returned to his eyes.

"Did he hurt you?" Alnitak slowly lays me down and covers me with a blanket. I shake my head at his question and concern.

He sighs in relief. "He is untamed, I apologise if he was rough."

"He wasn’t, don’t worry," I broadly smile at him so his fears are eased. "He was magnificent."

Alnitak’s thumb caresses my lower lip, I can tell it’s swollen from the biting.

"More than me?" He asks with eyes narrowed and I giggle.

"I can’t play favourites. Let’s say I like all three versions of you equally," I answer with a wink, and he slowly chuckles. Dimples appear in his cheeks making him appear extra cute and boyish.

Bending down, he places a small kiss on my forehead.

"You should rest, Amaia. Tomorrow, we have that tug-of-war with Pegasus. We will need to be at our full strength." I nod in approval. Alnitak picks up his shirt and puts it back on, ready to head out.

"Thank you for being here with me when I needed someone," I say and he gladly nods.

"No problem, just a year and then you can officially be mine, if we don’t hit any bumps. And we won’t have sex until I officially claim you as mine." He charismatically winks and picks up my torn panties.

"I am keeping these."

I want to hide under the blanket from his mischievous actions; instead, I jubilantly nod at him, and he returns it.

He moves away, towards the door.

Slowly opening it he leaves, taking away his mouthwatering scent and captivating presence. I feel like he is taking my heart too, especially with those words.

He remembers his promise.

’Mine’ How possessively he had spoken the word. I just lay there, swathed in his saliva and scent, not wanting to get up and take a bath. Just reliving the moments.

Finally, I crawl out of bed with the blanket wrapped around me. Gathering up my torn shirt I stuff it away in the laundry. Extracting fresh clothes I head to the wash area to freshen up.

Once done, I crawl back into the bed to get some much-needed sleep, or I would wake up a zombie the next day.

With Alnitak’s swirling thoughts and his still lingering scent in my blanket, I drift off to sleep awaiting new adventures with my mates.