“Yes,” I whispered, caressing his cheek in turn. Lex’s eyes closed on a relieved breath as he turned his face into my palm, kissing it gently.
“I’m going to move slow and try to make this last as long as I can. You’ll need me to stretch you as much as possible if you’re going to take Ilyas,” he admitted with a grimace.
I smiled as my inner walls relaxed, my hips pushing upward in a bid to get him to move.
“Focus on us for now,” I said softly. “I want this to be about us.”
Lex’s smile was radiant, a balm to the aching pieces of my soul. He pulled out before tentatively thrusting in again. There was a small bite of pain, but nothing compared to when he first entered me.
I sighed, relaxing into his quickening thrusts as I continued to stroke his cheek. I felt the Bond grow and snap into place as we moved, joining together as one.
Lex groaned and stilled at the sensation, awe flooding his features.
“I can feel you,” he whispered, hips pistoning faster. He swirled in a circular motion, evidently trying to stretch me to fit Ilyas once we were done.
“And I, you,” I agreed. It wasnothinglike I experienced with my first Mage. No wrongness or pressure; it was almost as if a lightness resided in my soul, a missing piece finally coming home to make me whole.
Lex gently wiped at my cheeks, catching falling tears with his thumbs.
“It’s okay, Fo, it’s okay,” he whispered, and I watched in fascination as emotion painted his cheeks.
“I . . . I don’t know why I’m crying,” I admitted with a watery laugh. Ilyas’ deep chuckle and Lex’s bashful huff joined with mine, and it just feltright.
It felt like home.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Lex admitted, hands still cupping my face. My body jolted from his thrusts, breasts bouncing in time to his rhythm.
“Come, Lex,” I whispered. “Join us together.”
With a pained groan, Lex’s eyes slammed shut, teeth gnashing together as his hips stilled against mine. His cock twitched deep inside as he came, evidence of his pleasure already leaking out and down my thighs.
Ilyas groaned from the corner of the room as Lex withdrew from my pussy, half-hard cock glistening with our combined release.
“Spread your legs. Let him see,” Lex whispered into my neck as he trailed tantalizing kisses across my chest.
My cheeks heated at even the thought of that lewd action.
“Only if you’re comfortable. Only if you want to,” Lex said solemnly, withdrawing to lock eyes. Our gazes clashed, a myriad of emotions and shared experiences bouncing within the empty space between our faces.
“I’m embarrassed,” I admitted lowly, just loud enough for Lex to hear. I was certain my . . . equipment was not what Ilyas and Lex were used to seeing. I’d had a child, been pregnant more than once, and suffered extreme sexual abuse at the hands of my last Mage. There were scars, both physical and emotional, that made sex a daunting task in and of itself.
Asking me to bare my most private areas—ones that showcased the most imperfect parts of myself—was a monumental task in trust.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Ilyas said, his voice loud and near my ear. I flinched from his unexpected proximity. Lex’s brow furrowed as he shot his Vessel a chastising look before gently pushing a braid over my shoulder.
Ilya’s strong fingers cupped my jaw, pulling my gaze to his. My breathing increased again as I saw fire and brimstone in his ocean eyes.
“There is nothing for you to be embarrassed about. I want every part of you—the scars and the sunshine.”
I hummed, avoiding eye contact even as both men studied every minute movement.
“Whyare you embarrassed, Folami?” Lex asked quietly, sitting back on his heels to caress my thighs.
With a wry laugh, I gestured to my thighs and vagina.
“Do you not see the scarring? The marks my Mage etched into my flesh? The shredding of my labia that healed mangled? The . . . looseness of my vagina from childbirth?” My voice was nearly a whisper at the end, all of my past insecurities raging to the forefront once more.
“Yes, I see them. I’ve felt them, too. Licked them with my tongue,” Lex said, as if it were simply another innocuous conversation. “What of it? Am I enraged withwhat that poor excuse of a man did to you? Yes. Do I wish he wasn’t dead simply so I could watch you kill him?”
