When I release him, he gasps and kisses me deeply, hard enough that when he pulls away, my lips feel swollen.
“Do you truly want us both inside you, Petra?” he asks again, thrusting hard and deep, almost like he’s trying to remind me of the punishment ahead if I agree to go through with this. “Say it. Tell me you want our cocks fucking you at the same time. Coming in you at the same time.Sayit.”
I cup his beautiful face and, through the haze of desire washing over me, I give him what he wants. “Colden Moeshka, I want you both. Everywhere. Don’t make me beg.”
Though another deep chuckle reverberates inside his chest, his playful look quickly morphs into a dark and sensuous expression, growing darker still the moment Alexus appears on the far side of the bed. He slides toward us and lies next to me as Colden slows his movements, leaning onto his left elbow. From this angle, he can look at Alexus and me, or he can glance down and watch his cock moving in and out of me. He takes a moment to look at all three.
I’m struggling to focus. Colden feels so damn good, but this is like an interlude, a few minutes of keeping me ready while the real show gets set to begin.
Alexus holds up a small red glass bottle with a cork and then lays it on the bed between us. “Found.”
“Mmm,” Colden says with a small smile. “Glorious.”
I know exactly what that red bottle is. Those types of bottles live in many a bedside table here in the North, a gentle mixture of olive and primrose oils. The muscles between my legs clench, my body understanding exactly why we need it tonight.
Before I can think further about it, Alexus rises on his elbow, slips his hand across my waist, and leans down to suck my breast. I wind my fingers into his dark, wet hair, clutching him as he swirls his tongue around my nipple and draws the tip deeply into his hot mouth. Colden leans in and suckles my other breast, moving inside me in long, slow strokes.
Light and dark. Cold and heat. My king and the Collector.
Alexus looks up at me, tongue flicking my nipple.
“Gods, I wish you were doing that between my legs.”
As though commanded by that one little wish, Alexus kisses a trail down my stomach and, much to mine and Colden’s surprise, begins tonguing my clit, all while Colden’s cock throbs inside me.
Colden sucks in a harsh gasp. An expression of shock muddled with absolute delight paints his face as he leans back on his elbow to watch his friend.
“Fuck, Alexus, are you trying to make me come quickly? Because—” he gasps again, and his hips stutter in their movement, his entire body seizing, his lean muscles going rigid. Still leaning on his left arm, he buries his other hand in Alexus’s hair as his eyes close, his mouth parted.
I can still feel Alexus’s tongue, but I’ve a sense Colden can feel it, too, and not from accidental slips.
When Colden re-opens his eyes, his gaze is transfixed between my legs, his expression filled with longing as he pulls out to the tip and goes still again, his fist tightening in Alexus’s dark hair.
Alexus is doing what Colden promised he would do earlier, lavishing us both.
Colden’s head drops back, his chest rising and falling hard. “Gods, have you any idea how long I’ve waited for this?”
Alexus lifts his head, lips glistening with a wicked little smirk, and Colden meets his eyes.
A palpable tension fills the air, the kind I’ve only felt a few times in their presence, when their locked gazes could electrify an entire room. It was those gazes that made me believe they were lovers, but in this moment, I realize they are something far, far more than that.
They’ve existed together for nearly three hundred years. They’ve shared everything—well,almosteverything according to Colden. The trust they must have, the depths of loyalty and dedication and devotion—I cannot fathom. This desire I see in them is real, but it’s also its own kind of love. More than romantic love. More than platonic love. And much more than sex. Their souls have been united for centuries, their very essences intertwined. They trust one another completely.
At the same time, they lean closer over me and kiss. It’s as though I’m watching a private moment, reveling in the way their lovely mouths move together, a dance I can tell they know well, but perhaps one they don’t perform often.
“Alexus.” Colden sighs the Collector’s name. “Oh, Alexus.”
My king begins moving his hips again, his cock so hard inside me—so hard and stiff and swollen. I know he must be aching.
Alexus touches my clit, rubbing tight little circles as he deepens their kiss, their tongues sliding and licking, enjoying one another but also enjoying me. My taste is in their mouths, a pleasure bringing them together as one.
I touch my breasts, feeling another threatening orgasm pulsing between my legs as Colden rocks his hips and Alexus teases my clit. I can feel Colden’s orgasm building, too, throbbing through his shaft to his tip. He’s so, so close.
“I’m really going to come if you don’t stop kissing me like this,” he says against Alexus’s mouth. “And I want us all to come together.”
Alexus kisses him one more time, then moves to the head of the bed and props his back against the pile of pillows. He reaches for me, and I know that if I let him take me, this will all end, far too soon.
“Wait.” I grip his forearm as Colden pulls out of me, once again leaving me with that empty feeling I hate. I glance at them both. “I want more of what just happened.” When they hesitate, I do something ridiculous. I make a wish, then I look at Alexus, understanding that he’s the one struggling to let his walls down tonight. “Please.”
