And yet, here I was, craving them. Needing them. Letting them touch the parts of me that I didn’t show anyone.
They weren't just taking. I wasgiving. I had already given so much more than I meant to.
Was that why I felt untouchable? Powerful? Or was this the most dangerous thing I’d ever done, letting these beasts inside me, around me, underneath my skin?
Lucus’ fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me back into the moment, but I wasn’t the same anymore. Something had cracked open in that sliver of stillness.
Maybe I wasn’t meant to be above it all. Maybe I was meant to be the storm and the silence before it. The violenceandthe surrender.
Maybe the strongest thing I could do was not break them but let them see that I could be broken yet still choose to rise, teeth bared and blood-slicked, just totakethem again.
A sob twisted into a moan as Alic grunted, his hips pounding harder, that possessive rumble in his chest vibrating against my back.
Lucus groaned at the same time, fucking my mouth like he was losing his goddamn mind.
And just like that, the introspection vanished. It drowned beneath their growls, their thrusts, the twin shadows roaring inside me louder than ever.
My wings twitched in Alic’s grip, and I knew I’d let the chaos back in. I enjoyed it too much now that I’d released it.
Lucus was close. His whole body trembled when I stuck out my tongue to make more room for him, and he cursed under his breath.
“Fuck. Gods, fuck.” That last one came out more like a curse.
His hand tightened, his rhythm unraveling as he lost control, spilling his salty release down my throat. “Fuck! You little bitch,” he cried out like heknewI’d won. Like he understood I’d taken control. I broke him first.
What I didn’t expect was the sudden way he pulled out of my mouth, crouched down, and surged forward, using the same force to kiss me. His tongue pushed deep, desperate to take something back, or so I thought. Instead, his hands shook as they cradled my face, his low, all-consuming moans pouring into me as if the kiss were the last thing holding him together. The thing he wanted burned in my memory from this moment.
Even as Alic slammed into me with enough force to make the table quake, Lucus clung to me like I was his lifeline. He didn’t let go, not giving an inch until he told me, without a single word, what he was feeling right in this moment. It was the type of declaration, the type of promise that seemed impossible, improbable. The part of me I kept buried, shoved so deep I forgot it existed, perked up, and with greedy claws, it reached out to clutch that unrealistic promise then scurried back into the depths of my soul.
When the kiss ended, Lucus rested his forehead against mine, our panting breaths mingling to become one. My head bounced against his with every thrust Alic delivered, but somehow, in the eye of the storm, Lucus made it feel like this moment was just ours. His silver eyes held mine, drinking me in before he finally collapsed back into my chair, the moment severed. A grin tugged at his lips.
“Come on, big guy. Don’t you think our girl’s earned hers?” he said, voice teasing. “She’s beensogood.”
Alic just grunted, wordless and wild, before grabbing me by the throat and lifting me upright, grabbing my thighs and planting my knees on the desk for balance. He buried his face in my hair, fingers locked around my neck like I was his only anchor, then fucked me with a fevered urgency.
The pleasure came like a fog, thick and dizzying, and I surrendered. I became nothing more than his perfect toy, something he could lose himself in. His body locked behind me, fingers digging into flesh as he came with a roar, pouring his heat deep inside.
Stars detonated behind my eyes as the orgasm crashed over me, sudden, brutal, glorious. I clenched so hard I thought I might snap in half, the force of it breaking me apart inside and out.
His grip slackened, and I collapsed, my cheek pressed to the desk, chest heaving, body wrecked in the most delicious way.
A hand brushed my hair back, planting soft kisses up the curve of my neck to my ear. Each little spark made me twitch, muscles clenching around Alic’s cock still buried inside me.
Alic whimpered, hand trembling as it ghosted down my back, hesitant. Too gentle.
Lucus' lips suddenly stopped. I blinked up and saw his hand hovering, his face wide-eyed. Then I blinked, and the cocky smirk I’d come to expect was looking down at me.Did I imagine that look?
“I’m sorry, Ni. I’m so fucking sorry.”
Alic pulled out, and I grunted at the loss. There was a loud thud behind me. A glance over my shoulder showed that he'd dropped to his knees, shaking his head like it would erase what just happened.
Lucus rolled his eyes, leaned down to kiss me softly on my lips, then murmured, “Gods, he’s got acomplex. Good luck.”
I shoved him half-heartedly. “Shut up. Help me.”
With a mocking bow, Lucus gently lifted me to sit on the desk's edge.
I pointed toward the double-doored closet with all my extra clothes for everyday business and my shows. Lucus got up, shoving his pants back on before swaggering over to the closet doors, opening them, and looking around.
