The reality is, we're all dealing with some kind of loss, whether we like it or not.
Elodie and Kael are dealing with the lack of time and connection with their parents. Rion is acknowledging the loss of his father, and despite the circumstances, a loss is a loss.
All while I deal with the fact that my parents are no longer here, and I wish theyweremore than anything else in this entire world. I can't even bring myself to think about my sister too. It hurts.
“Hey, Thorne? Are you good? He's not in the Shadow Realm dreaming of you again, is he?” Rion grunts, cutting through my thoughts, and I blink at him.
“Huh?” I mutter, swiping a hand down my face as Kael interjects too.
“What does that mean?” he asks, and Rion snickers.
“Oh, nothing much. He just fucks her in herdreams,” he states, and Kael gapes at me, but the look in his eyes is a mixture of disbelief and awe.
“Now I'm jealous,” he states, making Elodie snicker as she shakes her head.
“You could have me now, but you're all the way over there,” she hums, her arms still wrapped around Rion's neck as Kael moves instantly, not wasting a second as he bolts from the bed, sandwiching her between them,
“Sharing is caring, Rion,” Kael sings, and I scoff.
“Technically, she was seated with me first. You two can't just show up here and steal her away. Unless that's how it is now,” I grumble playfully, taking far too much enjoyment when Elodie's eyebrows rise to her hairline in surprise.
“That's how it is,” she breathes, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip,
“Unless you want to share as well,” she adds, and I blink at them, recalling the other night when I did join them, only right at the end.
She cocks a brow in challenge, and I can't deny myself the taste I so desperately desire, especially if what we know is true and more disaster is yet to come.
I want one more breath of my Echo before my world falls apart any more than it already has.
“Share me, Thorne,” she encourages, her voice sultry as Rion snickers.
“Yeah, Thorne, join the victory fucking,” he declares, and my eyebrows gather.
“We haven't won anything,” I retort in confusion, and he shrugs.
“The end of my father is to be celebrated, small wins and all that,” he insists, and Kael whacks his arm.
“That’s not something we fuck to celebrate, asshole. You’ll kill the mood before it’s even started.”
“Regardless, we're not going to get very far if she's still dressed,” I rasp, watching her pupils dilate.
Her eyelids shutter as Rion takes the hint, lowering our girl to her feet.
Elodie needs no help unwrapping herself like a sweet treat, removing one layer of clothing at a time until she's standing between my spread thighs with no lick of fabric between us.
Fuck.
I know I’m hot for her, but watching her radiate such confidence floors me.
Her pretty pink nipples stand taut and needy,making my cock stiffen before she even reaches for the waistband of my pants.
Color me silenced.
She unfastens the button and drags down the zipper, looking at me through her lashes, and I arch my hips enough for her to drag them down my thighs—my boxer shorts too.
When my mind remembers to work, I aid in undressing myself, tugging my t-shirt off and discarding my shoes until I'm just as naked as she is.
Rion flicks the corner of his towel, speeding up his process while Kael takes every layer off until we’re all bare, staring needily at the girl before us with our cocks stiff and pulses thrumming.
