My movement is controlled by him. He keeps his palm rotating, keeps me on the edge of something sharp and needing as he allows me to sink down, inch by inch. Eres is wider than Darian, and I watch his lips part as I swallow him slowly inside me, sinking down until I feel his hips meet mine.
“Lyra.” Eres has a way of saying my name. Lingering over it, dragging it out as if it’s something that tastes good inside his mouth. “You look beautiful impaled on my cock.”
Murmurs of agreement. With a final kiss to my heated skin, Kaelen pulls his palm from between my legs, and I inhale as he collects my hair and wraps it slowly in his fist. “Good?”
I can’t move. Can’t do anything but feel what they give me, so much pleasure that I’m drowning in it. My reply is little more than a moan, and he slowly pushes me down, his hand sliding from my waist to the center of my back and his hand gripping my hair. My breasts press against Eres’s chest, so sensitive that a whimper falls from my lips. Eres kisses my forehead. Once, twice, again, small pecks. “Doing so well for us, Lyra.”
My legs spasm, the only part of me that can move at all with Kaelen holding me in place.
Eres wraps his arms around me as Kaelen releases my hair. His hand runs over the back of my head in a silent caress as Eres mimics the way he held me during the Binding. One hand cups the back of my neck, the other around my lower back, pinning me against him.
Kaelen’s hands press against my hips again. “I just want to look at you. His cock fills you so perfectly.”
Panting, I press my cheek to Eres’s chest and swap gazes with Darian. He’s breathing heavily too as he watches, and I watch his hand stroke over his cock, hard once more. But he searches my face, as if checking I’m still fine. Still here, and with them.
I can’t be anywhere else. Not when they’re all I can feel.
Eres gasps beneath me, his hold tightening. “Kaelen, stop playing.”
His laugh is dark, and rich, and it does something to my stomach, tightening it into a fist as I feel his tongue, licking at the place where Eres and I are joined.
Gods.
I twist, but Eres holds me steady. And then I feel him.
Hot, and hard, Kaelen nudges at the same entrance, and I swallow. His hand strokes over me, soothing. “Slowly. We’re not in a rush.”
Kaelen is as good as his word, and it’s torturous. He shifts, and I feel myself stretching wider, impossibly wide, to accommodate him as he rubs against Eres and pushes in alongside him.
Both of them. I cannot move, cannot breathe. All I can feel is the weight as they both find a space inside me, filling me so tightly that I don’t think I can take any more.
But it doesn’t hurt.
“There,” Kaelen murmurs. “Both of us inside you, Lyra.”
The feeling is indescribable. I almost sob, and Kaelen leans forward, one hand finding the bed beside me. The other holds my hip, caressing it with his finger.
He flexes. Eres and I both cry out, neither of us able to move. Kaelen controls both of our movements, slowly pushing in and out. My fingers clench in the bedding, scrunching it into a fist as my mouth opens on choked breaths.
Kaelen lowers himself, careful not to press too heavily, but enough that he catches me between them. Hot, damp skin, and slow movements, and soft praise that curls my toes as he stokes the embers I can feel low down in my body higher, and higher.
I groan into Eres’s chest. “I can’t.”
I can’t stop it. I can’t contain it. My thoughts are mindless.
“Let it go,” Kaelen says roughly. “Don’t fight it.”
His weight grows a little heavier, pressing me down into Eres, and the embers burst into flame as my body tightens, and spasms. My core clenches, both of them moaning as I clamp around them, my legs trembling as a hot, fluid rush spills between us. My neck stretches out, and Kaelen softly wraps his hand around it. Not squeezing, or pushing, just holding me in place as my body splits apart between them not just once, but over and over again. “Good.”
“Fuck,” Eres says tightly. He shifts, just barely, and the sensation only continues the wave in my body that I have nocontrol over as I feel him join me, every sleek muscle beneath me clenching. “I—,”
Words are beyond me. I soften against him, boneless and focusing on trying to breath as Kaelen gradually picks up speed. He’s not thrusting, not like this, the movement small, but every single one shifts us a small amount. His lips press against my back as he stiffens above me, his hips pushing down against both of us.
I couldn’t move if an entire Lightbringer force surged into the room. I stay where I am, focusing on dragging air into my lungs as Kaelen carefully works himself free, his hands still stroking over me. Not stoking the heat, this time, but soft. Careful. As if he’s coaxing me down from this ledge he’s pushed me to, petting me into a boneless pile until my breathing slowly steadies.
Eres doesn’t move. His hand strokes up and down my back, low murmurs of approval filling my ears as my eyes flicker and threaten to close.
I could sleep like this. And I wouldn’t dream at all. There would be no nightmares, not with them here.
