Kolvar’s hips thrusted forward at that statement, and he bottomed out in my throat, making me gag slightly as I adjusted. Moving my hand to cup his balls, I bobbed my head back and forth, letting my throat relax as he groaned his pleasure.
“I need to add another finger, Ky,” Dakath warned, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation. “If you want to take one of our cocks into you, I need to stretch you a bit so you can adjust more easily.”
I couldn’t answer with a cock shoved down my throat, so I hummed in response. The vibrations must have felt great to Kolvar because he cursed, “Fuck, that felt way too fucking good. If you keep doing that, I won’t last.”
As the tip of Dakath’s second finger began to press in, I couldn’t help but tense again despite telling myself to relax. Elijah instinctively increased the pressure and speed on my clit and Dakath was quick to remember how much I loved dirty talk.
“I can’t stop thinking about how fucking beautiful you’re going to look with a cock in your ass and pussy at the same time, Ky,” he groaned out, and I felt the bed moving near him in a rhythm that suggested he was stroking his cock with his free hand. “There will just be the thinnest barrier between the two. It will make it feel like cocks are rubbing against each other inside of you.”
I hadn’t even thought about that, but the image forming in my head was fucking sinful and exactly what I wanted.
Chapter Eight
Kyella
That image that his words provoked was exactly what my body needed to relax enough to take the second finger, and he stretched me further, gently pumping them in and out rhythmically.
“Just like that, love,” Elijah praised as he trailed soft kisses down the back of my shoulder, making my skin pebble in delight.
A frustrated growl bubbled up my throat as a burning, overwhelming need pulsated through me. It was like someone dangling your favorite dessert right in front of you, but just a touch too far out of reach.
While I loved everything about this moment, my body needed more.
Looking up through my lashes at Kolvar, I tried my best to pout with his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t sure how he understood what I was doing, but I was so thankful as he growled out, “Our girl needs more. Dakath, why don’t you go ahead and fuck that pretty pussy for her while you’re working her ass?”
Yes.Yes, fuckingplease.
Dakath’s answering voice rumbled as he shifted closer and teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock over my pussy, “You want my cock in you, baby?”
I wanted it so damn badly.
Trying my best to hum my agreement, Kolvar let out a hiss when the vibrations wrapped around him. Sucking his teeth, he pulled his cock away from me.
“Your mouth is dangerous, darling,” he explained, exchanging a look with Elijah who took his hand away and turned to get off the bed.
Before I could pout about the loss of Elijah’s fingers on my clit or demand Kolvar put his cock back in my mouth, Kolvar dropped to his knees in front of me, putting our faces on the same level. His lips were on mine in an instant, consuming me completely. Opening my mouth to him, his tongue tangled with mine while Dakath pushed into me completely with one, long thrust, pulling a whimper from me.
My eyes fluttered open briefly before closing back in bliss as he set a slow, yet deep pace. It felt like every damn thrust was meant to hit the most sensitive spot within me with intention. As I heard a scuffle of feet in front of me, my eyes popped back open to find Elijah stroking his cock as he bit his lip and grunted, watching Dakath fuck me from behind.
I remembered a time when I was terrified that Elijah wouldn’t be able to share in these moments with us. No words could describe my elation and desire that pulsated with the knowledge that he now was enjoying the show.
A smirk tugged my lips up right before Kolvar pulled away, pressing a kiss to my forehead before moving out of the way for Elijah to take over.
“What’s that smirk for, love?” he asked in amusement, eyes dancing with challenge.
Did he think I would be too shy to explain what I wanted? Perhaps the Kyella they rescued from Malakai’s castle would have been. But this Kyella? Absolutely not.
There was something invigorating and freeing about owning your sexual desires and not being ashamed of them—whatever they may be. And owning my desires felt like such an important part of accepting and loving myself.
Letting out a soft moan as Dakath thrusted deeply behind me, my smirk pulled into a full smile when I noticed that Elijah couldn’t help but glance back at the movement.
“I love that you enjoy watching me be fucked,” I finally said, drawing his eyes back to mine.
Cocking a single brow, he shrugged slyly before his voice dropped an octave with his response. “You make me love a lot of new things, Kyella—I can’t deny that. It’s as if my entire life was spent waiting for you to enter it and show me just how incredible every day can be.”
My heart squeezed at his affectionate words.
The bed dipped as Kolvar took Elijah’s previous spot on my right, just as Dakath pulled his fingers from my ass.
