I brace for pain. But there’s only a stretching, aching sensation, my body accommodating for him.
“That’s it.” Darian presses his forehead to mine. “You feel perfect.”
The look in his eyes makes me feel perfect, beneath him. His hands cradle me gently as he rocks his hips, pushing in and out, each time hitting a little deeper inside me until my head drops back to the bed at the feeling of fullness. “More.”
His next thrust is a little harder. Deeper. And Darian catches my cry, swallowing it down as we find a rhythm. My breasts press against his chest in my desperation to get as close as possible to him, to feel more ofthis.
One hand cups my breast, feeling the weight as it bounces in his palm with every thrust. Darian groans, his head dropping to my neck as he presses his damp forehead to my skin. “Fuck.Lyra.”
I turn my head as his teeth play with my neck, my entire body alight with sensation. And Kaelen’s eyes drag over me, taking in the way Darian is thrusting, our bodies moving together. Eres moans, deep in his throat, and Kaelen’s head falls back as he stiffens.
My own body tightens, gripping Darian’s cock so tightly that we both cry out. Not just once, but over and over again as little shocks of pleasure overwhelm my senses. Darian murmurs my name as he thrusts into me once more. His hips pin me in place, my toes curling up as hot, wet heat fills me.
He curves his body over mine, pushing damp strands from my face and kissing my forehead. My nose. My cheeks, until my smile breaks free. “You’re all right?”
I suck in a breath.
“More than all right.” My foot strokes over his legs as if I can keep him with me. My body is damp with sweat.
It didn’t hurt. Not at all.
And I find that I’m not done. Not nearly. Especially when I make eye contact with Kaelen.
My swallow isaudible. “I think…I’d like everyone here. On the bed. Please.”
Kaelen
Slowly.
Fuck, but I’m repeating that word over and over again inside my head, chanting it as I watch Darian flex in and out of Lyra’s pussy, her body arching beneath him and his cock slick with her fluids. I drink in every one of her soft little noises as I watch them closely, learning what movements push them higher, what makes them beg and moan and tighten.
I’ve always been dominating in bed. It’s written into my bones, and I don’t think I could turn it off if I tried. I need control in the bedroom. It’s part of the reason why Eres and I have always worked so well—because submitting for me is what makes him weak, and I adore every moment of it.
His low moan vibrates against my shaft as I run my hands over his head. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, just like I demanded, and I tilt my head back, my eyes flicking between him and themuntil my release barrels down my spine and into his perfect, begging little mouth. My hand reaches for his chin, pushing it higher as I spill and it drips down his chin. I rub a little of myself over his lips. “Clean it up.”
All three of them are perfect. So fucking perfect that I’m fighting for my life between images of the three of them laughing together—at my damn expense—and the three of them bound and begging and dripping on their knees while my erevas pins them down and fucks the attitude right out of them, their asses reddened from the sting of my hand.
It feelsgreatlyunfair that I’m going to die tomorrow without experiencing that sight for myself.
But this—having them here and close and together on this last night—it’s enough. Seeing Lyra find her pleasure, when she’s had so little of it, is more than enough. Seeing Darian as his face twists and creases with every shift of her hips, watching the perfect lines of his body and knowing all is settled between us, is enough. Even if it ends here.
Maybe.
My hands tighten against the chair as Eres traces his tongue over me, licking and cleaning until I pull him up. He straddles my lap, both of us breathless as his cock brushes mine and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, kissing him roughly. He melts into me as I move down, running my teeth over his neck and nipping at his earlobe. “Somebody feels needy.”
“I am.” His hands run over my hair, cupping my face, brushing my lips as if he’s learning every part of me, memorizing it. I run my hand over his shaft between us, rubbing at the liquid gathered at his thick head before I trace my finger around and push it between his ass, testing.
“Fuck, Kaelen.”
His eyes are bright and glassy, his hair chaos. I look over to the bed, watching as Darian shudders, as Lyra cries out. Sweat dotsboth of their bodies, and all I want to do is lick it from them. Her foot wraps around his leg, her face twisting as she looks toward us.
I sink my finger inside Eres as our eyes make contact. Her lips, puffy and swollen, part, her eyes turning lidded as she lowers her gaze to take him in.
It’s a beautiful fucking sight. I run my other hand over the skin of his back, teasing it as he almost ripples against me in a silent plea for more.
“Lyra is watching you.” I murmur the words into his ear without breaking eye contact. Her mouth opens wider, Darian joining her in watching as Eres shudders on my lap. “Watching me fuck you with my hand, Eres.”
He drops his forehead to my shoulder, pressing against it. A garbled moan is all I get.
