He tastes of home, of the salt of the seas and the sugar of the sky candy we would share. Succumbing to his touch, I allow our bodies to merge, savoring the sensation of his fingers tanglingand stroking my hair. He inhales deeply against the strands of my cerulean hair as if I am the sustenance he needs to survive.
I pour into him everything have, willing the twin drop to show once again.
Thylas stops and Ereon rests his chin on my shoulder, and I’m caught between two mountains of men. Thylas’ deep emerald green eyes meet mine and he glances at Ereon, asking for the permission he already has. Ereon snorts behind me. “We will do what she allows, but don’t think I’m just watching this time.” I can’t help but laugh at his words.
Breaking my embrace with Thylas, I swiftly wrap my arm around Ereon, savoring the sensation of his chest pressed against my back. As soon as our lips connect, a radiant glow emanates from our shells. Thylas bites his lip, looking at the ripples and I wonder how he can still see them.
I feel the warmth of Thylas’ fingertips grazing my bare neck, and Ereon peppers the area with a series of sweet, lingering kisses. Ahead of me lies my past, a trail of experiences that shaped who I am. Behind me is my future, a path yet to be traveled. Caught in the middle, I strive to embrace both.
I know we should all talk about what is happening, but right now ... this is all I can think of. I want to fix the rift between Thylas and me, and I hope since this is how it started — this is how I can remind his soul of what we had.
Ereon turns me to face him, his brown eyes staring into mine. “I love you,” he says. With nimble fingers, I undo the lacings of his pants, and his eager manhood escapes the confines of theconstricting leather. Ereon picks me up, laying me flat on the bed, our kisses growing frantic. The sound of his groan fills my mouth as he forcefully pulls me on top of him, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He doesn’t force his way in as he lets me glide back and forth across him. Heated sensations course through my body. My bare skin beneath the night dress tingles as I slowly slide against his lap.
Thylas comes behind me, his fingers trailing to grasp the hem of my nightgown. I feel a rush of cool air as he removes my nightgown, and I hear it drop to the ground gently. With my knees planted on the bed, I lift myself above Ereon and then smoothly take hold of him, positioning him at my entrance.
I need everything they have to give me so that I can give them my everything in return. I lean down on Ereon’s cock, letting his thickness fill me. He groans and digs his fingers into me even deeper as I begin my slow pace.
Thylas bends down, his hands engulfing my breasts, tenderly teasing and twirling my nipples. He kisses and gently sucks on my neck, but his hands tremble. The heat radiating from him engulfs me. I don’t know when his clothes were lost, but I feel his thickness pressing against my ass as he straddles Ereon’s legs.
The golden ripples flows steadily between Ereon and I. My prayers to the Goddess above request she give me just a glimpse once more of that same — yet silver — ripple with Thylas.
Thylas’ hands grip at my hips helping me balance as I place one hand on Ereon’s chiseled chest. Needing more of them both, I brace my other hand on Ereon’s thigh, shifting my weight andturning to face Thylas while Ereon slowly pistons into me. His gaze captivates mine.
Thylas’ mouth finds mine, heat and hunger taking over as his teeth bite my bottom lip. His hands grip my hips helping me slide up and down Ereon’s length. Ereon lets me control where this is going, pausing his own movements. I break from Thylas, pleasurably out of breath.
“You’re still mine, right?” Thylas asks, his dark emerald eyes turning darker, something churns behind them as he looks at the shell embedded in my chest.
“Yes.” I moan.
Thylas wraps his hand around my throat, applying pressure as I look at him, his eyes glaze over — a mixture of desire and … something else. He pulls me back to him, biting at my bottom lip. I can taste blood as he squeezes tighter around my throat. The sensation that once was pleasure is giving way to pain as his grip tightens and my breath becomes hard to find. Thylas’ hand crushes me and his kisses turn hard and desperate.
I try to ask him to let go of my throat, but all I can do is tap his forearm. I can no longer take a breath and stars are starting to form on the edge of my vision. As a strangled gasp leaves my lips, Ereon leans up quickly and pushes Thylas in the chest while simultaneously pulling me from Thylas’ grasp. He slings a strong arm around my waist, bringing my back to his chest, throwing his legs to the floor. Thylas fumbles on the bed, and I cough as air fills my lungs again.
“What is wrong with you? She couldn’t breathe,” Ereon says sternly, his voice filled with concern as I slowly crawl off of him. I turn to face them as Ereon stands.
“I’m doing this for her! Trying to find the twin drop bond like she said we could, again.” Thylas seethes as he stands, running a hand through his hair.
“You’re doing this for you, Thylas! Still trying to be the savior all on your own. Just like in the Cartilen Mountains when I had to threaten you to keep her safe.Youperformed thenenion your own accord. You think your actions, rooted in anger, are going to save her instead of just believing in her?” Ereon shouts as I try to draw more air into my lungs.
“And you didn’t bring Carnaxa here for your own gains?” Thylas retorts, eyeing him like a volcano ready to erupt. “You’re perfect now, right? The redeemed prince who once only wanted to use her to get back to Anara. Because that worked out so well for you.”
Ereon stiffens at the cruel words. His eyes flicker with hurt, before sharpening, his expression darkening. “I’m her husband! Everything I’ve done since we stepped onto Shaston’s sands has been for her. Anara … she made her own choices, her own deals … a part of me still loves her and forever will. However, nothing that has happened changes the fact that I wouldneverdo to Carnaxa what you just did.”
Ereon takes a deep breath and leans his forehead against mine. “Are you okay?”
I nod myhead. “Yes ... he’s just …”
“No. I’m not asking about him. I’m asking about you,” Ereon says, his fingers trailing my spine.
I nod my head again, rubbing my throat before looking past Ereon. Thylas is throwing on his clothes haphazardly.
“Thylas … stay,” I plead, hoping surely this was some sort of misunderstanding. A moment of passion that became too much. We can still salvage this, save it … save us.
“I was a fool to think this would change anything.” His hands clench at his sides before he throws open the tent door and a chilling breeze fills the room.
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