Chapter Twenty-Eight
Fiona
I awaken to the sound of a harsh groan. Rolling over, I open my eyes to discover Shathar sitting back against the pillows, Khesan on his knees between Shathar’s legs. He has Shathar’s cock deep in his throat, and Shathar is gripping Khesan’s hair.
“Khe-Khesan,” Shathar grunts, his hips shunting up into Khesan’s mouth. I grin as I watch them, amused by this new turn things have taken.
They certainly don’t want to tear each other’s heads off now.
Neither of them notice me observing with fascination, too lost in their own pleasure. Khesan grunts as he swallows Shathar even deeper, and I’m honestly impressed with his skill. Even I can’t take that much dick.
“Khesan,” Shathar mutters, his eyes closed, his head falling back. “That’s… vakha, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Khesan pulls his lips off long enough to say, “Then come in my mouth.”
I’m getting quite warm between the legs, so I reach down into my underwear to touch myself. Shathar must finally notice my movement, because his eyes open and dart over to me. His brows rise in surprise, but then he bites back a moan, and his lids fall to half-mast again.
I know that face. His hips jerk, and he shoves Khesan even farther down on his cock as he orgasms. Shathar’s whole body tightens, and Khesan grunts as cum spills from his lips. I see his throat work as he swallows, and now I’m really, really fucking turned on.
Khesan makes a slurping noise as he pulls his mouth off Shathar’s cock. That’s when he notices me, too, and he abruptly sits up, his cheeks turning dark blue.
“Sorry,” he says to me, wiping his lips. “We didn’t mean to wake you up.”
I shake my head and scooch closer to them in the bed. “A great way to wake up,” I assure him, stroking his back.
Shathar extends an arm to me, so I cuddle up against his side, simply happy that they’ve connected. It’s not what I expected to happen, but now I see a path forward for us where we can all have what we want.
For now, at least.
Khesan licks his lips as he observes us. There’s a mischievous look in his eye. “Fiona,” he says in a seductive voice, plucking the hem of my underwear, “will you take these off?”
I grin in response and do as I’m told, peeling them off and tossing them to the side. Khesan spreads my legs, then drops to his elbows and buries his face in my pussy.
Shathar snorts in amusement as Khesan goes to town, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue inside me. Soon, I’m writhing under him, gripping his hair in my hands as I try to stay on the bed. But it’s not enough. I want more than just his tongue on me. I need to be filled.
“Khesan,” I say, tugging on his hair. “Please, fuck me.”
He lifts his head, his mouth wet, and grins a huge grin. Without needing to be told twice, he climbs up onto his knees and wraps his clawed hand around his cock, squeezing hard. A droplet of pre-cum dribbles from the tip, and his fans rise in anticipation as he positions himself. Shathar, meanwhile, lies down beside me so he can palm my breast. While he pinches my nipple, Khesan lifts my hips and glides inside me.
I’m so wet and horny that he pushes in most of the way on his first thrust and lets out an animalistic grunt. He bites his lip as his hips jerk back, then he repeats the motion, going even deeper. Those ridges feel incredible—exactly what I needed.
Unexpectedly, Shathar shifts position so his face is right above where Khesan and I connect. Then he leans down and brushes his tongue over my clit, all while Khesan pumps in and out of me.
“Oh, god,” I moan as electricity shoots across my body. It won’t take much for me to climax like this.
Shathar licks even more feverishly as Khesan picks up his pace, fucking me harder and faster. I’m shaking all over, unable to hold in my cries as they work me in tandem.
“You’re so tight,” groans Khesan. “I’m going to fill you up, Fiona. Going to mark you all over with my smell. My mate. Song of my heart.”
Then, like a magic trick, we both come at the same time—and I know I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
It’s unfortunate I can’t sleep in late after our midnight adventure, but I have to get back to work. At least it’s only one more day before the weekend, when I can spend more time with Khesan and Shathar.
In the meantime, though, they can keep each other company. Now I don’t have to worry about them ripping each other to pieces while I’m not around. My bubble of happiness sticks with me throughout the day as I labor at my desk, and I’m excited for what tonight will bring.
At dinner, Khesan loudly clears his throat. Both Shathar and I stop what we’re doing to look at him.
“I think,” he begins, his tone uncertain, “I would like to try it. The anal.”
