I waved my hand and four forms appeared between us and the window. I was on my knees, riding Lynx’s cock, Atlas filling my other hole as they thrust into me in a steady rhythm. Saros stood in front of me, fucking my face, tears streaming down my cheeks, breasts bouncing, our sweat-slicked bodies writhing together.
“What the fuck, Oakley?” Atlas rasped, eyes darting from my illusioned Lynx and Saros to the ones watching from the yard.
Raising and lowering myself in Atlas’s lap, I slipped my hand toward my sensitive bud. He smacked it away, eyes locked on the image of the four of us, toying with my clit. I continued riding him, shifting the bodies and contorting them into different positions, showing them all fucking me, together, in pairs, alone.
“You love watching them fuck me, don’t you?” I cooed, twisting his earlier words and crooking my finger under Atlas’s chin to meet my gaze. He ground out a series of curses, his thick release pouring from him in hot spurts. Rolling my hips in his lap, he continued to fill me, and I lowered my lips to his ear. “The way you just filled me with your cum tells me you do.”
Atlas slid out of me, focus glued to the illusion still animated in front of him, his release spilling down my thighs. I clenched them together, adjusting my skirt, eyes never leaving Saros and Lynx.
I couldn’t read Saros, but Lynx— I knew he would understand. He always did. Emotions never lied.
I wished his power was the one cradled within me right now. That I could know, with just a glance, what they were all feeling.
All I heard, though, was the rustle of clothing and the sound of a zipper while I descended the stairs. But the look in Atlas’s eyes at Luna’s, the look in his eyes tonight, told me his truth, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Hewasturned on.
He’d asked what I wanted. The truth was that I wanted it all.
Them all.
But there was no real way forward for us until we could admit it to each other, fate or not.
Chapter19
Saros
“Great Goddess! Did she just do what I think she did?” Lynx asked as we watched Oakley storm away from Atlas.
“Fuck him and then used his power to illusion us all taking her in front of the coven?” I shifted on my heels, trying to ground myself because that vision she created felt so damn real. “Yes, Lynx. That’s exactly what she did.”
“I’m really glad Hazel was off with that event planner and didn’t see all that.”
Wish I’d been off anywhere else myself…
Maybe then I wouldn’t have been saddled with a semi-hard cock and a heavy dose of confusion. It was clear there were still a lot of feelings between those two—not sure whether more hate, love, or denial—but where did that leave us?
“Wild! I think she made it pretty clear what she wants,” Lynx said, not even trying to hold back a smirk.
I envied his ever-present optimism, but I’d seen enough of the past to know better. People wanted to believe they’d evolved and learned, that things would improve. Instead it usually just cycled.
Once in a rare moon someone had the stuff it took to break it.
“Maybe he’s not the ideal addition to what we’ve got going on, but she wants us,” Lynx continued, and I knew he was reading me. “We need to go find and talk to her.”
But I was pinned to the spot, still staring up at Atlas who paced back and forth before zipping up his trousers. The logical part of me agreed that I should go find her, just like I should have the other day after Luna’s. Maybe if I had, things wouldn’t be so…I don’t even know between us and I’d be assured that what we had wasn’t fleeting. I’d be certain she was still choosingus.
As certain as Lynx seemed to be.
Must be nice to never have to read between the lines. I could see anything from someone’s life, but the context? That was always a fucker to decipher.
“Saros.”
My attention snapped to Lynx. He’d already moved a few feet away, staring at me, but I was still rooted in place like a schmuck. “What?”
“You okay?” he asked, tilting his head. Taking a step forward, he held out his arm, as if to ask if he could touch me—use his Empathy. “I’m getting some mixed emotions and I’m not sure which one to—”
“Don’t manage me, Lynx,” I ground out, retreating from him. The words came out more bitter than I intended. “Sometimes emotions just fuckingare. They don’t always need to be fixed, they just need to be had. Allow me to have mine in peace.”
His eyes went wide. “Don’t you want to find Oakley? Hear her out?”
