“Relax for me,” Alexus says. “One more time, then we can fuck you like you want.”
I try to relax, but I’m shaking. Trembling.
I wrap my hands around Alexus’s wrist and hold on. “Just do it,” I tell Colden. “And this is not me telling you to stop,” I say to Alexus. “Just get it over with so I can have you both.”
The look on Colden’s face is one of respect, but also lust. Holding my gaze, he spits on my pussy, the saliva falling from his mouth in an unexpected and purposefully erotic display.
“Fuck, Colden,” Alexus grits out, his cock twitching inside me, but I’m taken so off guard that I do, in fact, relax.
Then it happens. Colden pushes into me without hesitation.
A bolt of pain and that familiar hot sting returns, but my body seems to have adapted to the added girth—thanks to Colden’s earlier efforts—because, though there’s initial discomfort and pain, I’m not in misery like I expected. In fact, as moments slip by, the pressure of two erect cocks held captive inside me begins to feelamazing.
Colden smiles down at me, his eyes sparkling like they’re made of stars. “Are you all right?”
I nod, and though a lone tear slips from my eye as I quiver, I manage a, “S-so good.”
Alexus chuckles at my ear, then his hold on me eases. “We’re going to fuck you now,” he whispers, slowly beginning to move inside me. “And yes, we’re going to make this feel so good for you.”
Colden pours even more oil on us, then both men begin moving in a slow rhythm they don’t even have to work out. They just know, reading one another intuitively.
“Do you feel what this is doing to me?” Colden asks us. “How hard I am from fucking you both at the same time? I could die come morning, and all these years of living an immortal life would be worth it, for this night alone.” He sweeps a look at where his cock is rubbing Alexus’s, where he’s fucking us.
With every passing minute, my body eases into the invasion, the slight sting lessening more and more until pleasure completely overtakes everything else. It’s as though my mind simply changes direction, sensing the utter domination and claiming of these two men as ecstasy in place of agony. I’ve heard that sex can blur the line of pain, but until tonight, I didn’t truly understand how.
“Harder,” I beg them, wishing for more.
Colden gives me a narrowed look. “Be careful, princess. If you unleash us, you might not be able to rein us back in.”
“Harder,” I plead again, forcing an edge of daring into my tone. “I’m not scared.”
Little by little, my king and the Collector pick up their pace, pushing deeper and harder. I lie against Alexus, burying my hand in his silky hair as my body rocks atop him, my breasts moving with every thrust. I turn my head just enough to feel the roughness of his stubble on my face, the warmth of his breath.
He kisses me then. Alexus Thibault actuallykissesme. I hadn’t thought he would. From what I witnessed between him and Colden, his kisses seem like saved-up gifts he only bestows every so often. This kiss is passionate yet soft, his lips lush yet firm, his tongue curious instead of claiming, almost like he’s daring to dream that I possess some greater fire I fear he won’t find.
He pulls away, and after I glimpse a glimmer of disappointment, those green eyes shutter once more, locking away any window he might’ve temporarily opened to a deeper part of himself.
I am not the one.
I can’t linger on the worry that spurns in my heart, because time blurs into nothing as the moment quickly passes and they take me. It could be seconds or minutes or hours that they fuck me, I can’t discern anything except pleasure and need, my body lost to them, to their cocks, their roaming hands—warm and cool—and Alexus’s kiss. I can feel their building orgasms thrumming against my walls, the rising sensation beginning to undo me, a star about to shatter.
Alexus slips his hand down my body and touches my clit as he and Colden move faster, pushing in as deeply as they can.
“Come for us, Petra,” the Collector whispers against my mouth. “Come for us, and we’ll follow.”
His words and his touch and his kiss and the way they’re thrusting into me shoves me over the edge. Alexus covers my mouth, trapping my cries before I can scream. He wraps his arm around me once again, pinning me against him as I thrash through the most intense climax of my life.
My body clenches, clutching at them over and over as tears of happiness fall from the corners of my eyes. I’m all sensation and joy and mindless bliss as I feel them coming in response, both of them pounding into me, gasping, chasing my orgasm as their swollen cocks finally spill their pleasure inside me.
I’m surrounded by muscled bodies and strong hands, curses and grunts and moans and cum, my pussy growing wetter by the second. Alexus even bites gently into my neck to silence himself through his release.
Colden doesn’t seem to care who hears us. He watches, no doubt seeing their pleasure dripping from my body, uttering the wordfuckso many times that by the time he and Alexus finally slow and then still, Alexus and I can’t help but share a quiet laugh for our lover.
Still inside me, Colden lowers himself on trembling arms. We all lie there for a few minutes, embracing, unable to let go just yet.
“Are you happy?” Colden asks me. “You got your wish.”
A strange feeling settles inside me and my smile falls, my happiness beginning a slow unravel. Did this happen because they wanted it? Wantedme? Or because I was careless with the barkeep’s magick and wished it upon them?
