Chapter 4
Shyla
He must be playing mind games. Iam came on strong only to disappear for a few days. Now, I don’t know if I’m looking over my shoulder out of fear or if I’m starting to miss the crazy asshole. The moment the thought leaves my brain my hair is pulled and my head snaps back for my lips to be attacked. His beard scratches my skin and I hate that I love the roughness, but his sense of entitlement irks me. Especially, when he grabs my tit like he owns it.
I do own it.
Uh. He’s in my head again.
And your pussy.
Wha-
My thought is cut short because I’m now on top of him with him buried deep inside of me. His massive chest is rock solid under my hands. My walls twitch from the feeling and I hate it.
“Ride me,”he orders in his language.
My hips seem to move at their own volition like my body craves him, but my brain is still fighting this. His hands make it hard for me to concentrate but I need to say something.
“What do you want from me?”
“To be my wife.”
I’m surprised because the answer comes from behind me. I look back to see Iam naked. I do a double take because I’m riding him.
“There’s two of you?”
“For tonight,” he answers like it explains everything. The other Iam caresses my shoulders. The touch jolts me back to the original conversation.
“How can I be your wife when I don’t remember you?”
“You will,” they respond in unison. “You can call him Twain,” the one I’m riding supplies.
Sex with Iam is none like I’ve ever known. It’s like all my nerves are aroused at once and every time he cums it feels like it soaks into my body and becomes one with my bloodstream. I feel his taking over me one fuck at a time. Two of them are bananas. Yet, I shiver whenTwain’stongue runs along my spine as Iam’s tongue is busy teasing my nipples. I have two sets of hands on me that feel like they’re everywhere.
Iam grabs my hips, pulling me forward hard and the friction of his dick inside of me has me on the verge of screaming. He doesn’t stop.Theydon’t stop.Twaincontinues his oral exploration of my back. His fingers trace down my sides, over Iam’s, and then grabs my ass cheeks.
“Kiss me,” Iam requests, and I’m so gone just his voice makes me moan.
I don’t realize my nails have left indentions in his chest until I move them to tangle my fingers in his hair. Our kiss is loaded, both of us seeking absolution from the other. Then he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip to keep me in this moment. I can tell from the twinkle in his eye he knows what’s going on whenTwain’stongue slides between my cheeks. The sensation startles me and makes me cum. He’s not done. He delves deeper, massaging me in ways I haven’t known. Iam teases me with more kisses then return to my breasts. He clamps on a nipple just asTwainforces his tongue inside. This is mind-blowing. Each time I push back to get more from him, the harder I ride Iam. My first orgasm rolls into another, more powerful one. I feel boneless when they - he - lets me go.
“What the hell?” I mumble as I fall onto the bed.
“A threesome is something your body wanted to experience, you’re welcome.”
Of course, he’s fully dressed and unfazed when I glare at him. “I’m supposed to ask for one.”
He shrugs. “You didn’t need to, I read it in your body.”
I cover my face with a pillow because I’m too tired to argue.
This is not the way to make me fall in love.
You don’t have to fall; you have to allow yourself to feel it.
I can’t feel what I don’t remember. If you want me to love you “again” you need to do the work, Iam.
I look at him with pleading eyes. I just want to be left alone. As I suspected and feared, he just returned a blank look. Maybe there are more differences with gods and mortals that go beyond capabilities. Even with the time he’s spent here, he doesn’t understand how human minds and hearts work.
