When he pulls back, we're both breathing hard. His eyes are dark with lust, his pupils blown so wide there's barely any brown visible. He looks wrecked already and I know I'm not much better. My chin and mouth are covered in her slick, my cock straining painfully against my jeans.
We both turn to look at Solana at the same time. She's sprawled on the table, completely boneless and dazed. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her scent is so strong it's almost visible in the air, thick and sweet and satisfied.
She looks thoroughly debauched. Lips swollen from kissing, her dress bunched around her waist, her legs still spread where they're hanging off the edge of the table. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"I didn't know," she breathes out, her voice wrecked. Her eyes glaze over, unfocusing as she stares at the ceiling. "I... didn't know it could feel like that."
Kade leans in, his hand coming up to gently pinch her chin and turn her face toward him. "And now you do. We'll never let you forget that feeling, sunshine. This is what it's supposed to be like."
A slow smile spreads across her face, dreamy and satisfied. "Promise?"
Kade hums his approval, leaning down to kiss her softly. It's gentle and tender, so different from the dirty kiss he just gave me. His hand is still fisted in my hair, keeping me on my knees beside them, and the contrast between how he's touching each of us makes me want more.
God, my mates look so beautiful together.
Chapter eighteen
Solana
My legs are still shaking as I finish washing the last dish, the warm water running over my hands doing nothing to calm the trembling in my limbs. Everything feels hypersensitive now, like my whole body has been rewired in the span of twenty minutes. Everything feels too rough against my oversensitive skin, and I'm acutely aware of every place the fabric of my dress touches my body.
I can't stop thinking about what just happened. About the way Dustin looked at me like I was something precious while he was on his knees between my legs. About how Kade watched with such intensity, directing every movement while his voice washed over me in waves of approval and praise. About the feeling of Dustin's mouth on me, the explosion of pleasure that tore through my body with an intensity I didn't know was possible.
They made me feel like I had given them a gift rather than the other way around. Like my pleasure was something they craved, something they wanted to provide without expecting anything in return. The concept is so foreign to everything I learned at Harmony House that my brain keeps trying to reject it, insisting there must be a catch somewhere.
But there wasn't. They asked for nothing. Just gave and gave until I fell apart on Dustin's tongue while Kade praised me for being good.
Setting the last dish in the drying rack, I dry my hands slowly and look around the kitchen. Kade disappeared into his office a few minutes ago, mentioning something about paperwork. Dustin is somewhere in the house, probably changing since his shirt was soaked with sweat and other things I'm trying not to think about too hard.
The house feels too small suddenly, the walls pressing in despite how much bigger it is than where I came from. I need space. I need air. I need to clear my head before I spiral into overthinking everything that just happened and convincing myself it was too good to be true.
Making my way to the back door, I slip outside into the late morning sun. The warmth hits my skin immediately, making me squint as my eyes adjust to the brightness.
I kick off my shoes by the door, leaving them in a pile on the porch. The moment my bare feet touch the grass, something in my chest loosens. When was the last time I felt grass beneath my feet? Years. It has to be years because Harmony House didn't have grass, just concrete courtyards and sterile hallways.
Taking another step, then another, I walk further into the yard. Each blade of grass against my skin reminds me that I'm here, that I'm real, that this is actually happening and not some elaborate dream I'll wake up from to find myself back in that gray isolation room.
The ranch stretches out in front of me, acres of land dotted with fences and fields. Everything looks so alive out here, so vibrant compared to the muted colors and artificial lighting I've gotten used to.
I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see Dustin jogging out of the house, his dimples on full display as he grins at me. He's changed into a clean shirt, his hair slightly damp like he splashed water on his face. "Hey, sunshine. Where you headed?"
"Just exploring," I say, wiggling my toes in the grass. "I needed some air."
His expression softens as he looks down at my bare feet, something almost tender crossing his face. "Want some company? I can show you around properly if you want."
"I'd like that."
We walk together toward the barn, Dustin keeping pace with me even though I'm moving slowly, savoring every step on the grass. He doesn't rush me or complain about how long it's taking. He just walks beside me, occasionally pointing out different areas of the property and explaining what they're used for.
"That paddock over there is for the younger horses," he says, gesturing to the left. "They need more space to run and play without the older ones getting irritated with their energy. And over there is where we keep the feed. Kade is particular about what the horses eat, making sure everything is high quality and properly stored."
I absorb the information, filing it away even though I'm not sure why I'd need to know where the feed is kept. It just feels good to learn about this place and understand how it works.
We reach the barn and Dustin pulls open the large door, the smell of hay and horses and leather hitting me immediately. Several horses stick their heads over their stall doors, ears perked forward with curiosity as we enter.
"Alright, let's start with the introductions," Dustin says, walking toward the first stall on the left. "This is Buttercup. Don't let the name fool you—she's got an attitude."
The horse in question is pretty, with a cream-colored coat and an almost white mane and tail. She tosses her head when we approach, eyeing us with what I can only describe as skepticism. Dustin laughs and scratches her nose despite her obvious displeasure at being bothered.
