His gaze flicks to Dorian for a moment, a silent conversation taking place between them so easily. I want that, more than I even knew until now. I want to just look at someone and have them know everything I’m thinking without forcing me to say the words. It would make my life ten times easier.
Nodding once as he makes up his mind, he strips off his shirt and kicks his shoes to the side. At Dorian’s gentle urging, I get to my feet so that he can rise and strip, and for once, I feel nervous. I’ve been sleeping with them for the better part of a month; hell, this isn’t even close to the first threesome I’ve taken part in. But this just feels like so much more than that.
Lucien tugs on the hem of my shirt, tossing it on the couch as Dorian wraps his arms around my waist. His fingers brush over my hypersensitive skin as he unbuttons my jeans, his thumbs gently stroking over the waistband of my underwear. Slowly, as if giving me a chance to change my mind despite instigating it, he helps me work them over my hips.
The heat emanating off of them is immense, and with Dorian’s chest pressing into my back and my palms on Luce’s, I’d be surprised if I walked away from this without any more brands. I take a breath, chastising myself for working this up in my head so much.
Just some cocks, Cambria, pull yourself together. It’s not like you haven’t already had sex with them both, just not at the same time. Stop acting like a blushing virgin and appreciate the beautiful sight in front of you.
Just because I’m aware it will annoy him, knowing how much he loves to take charge, I turn my back on Lucien. I tangle my fingers in Dorian’s blonde hair, gently tugging on it as I kiss him hard. This, I can do. I can shut off my brain and let myself feel for pleasure instead of the sake of feeling.
“Hey,” he murmurs against my lips, pulling back to kiss along my jaw and neck. “Where’d you go just now?” My pause gives away my confusion so he continues, “You flipped a switch. Don’t hide from us, beautiful.”
I bite the inside of my cheek before sighing, knowing he’s right. Gradually, I melt into his touch, taking down the walls I’d just begun to rebuild. Lucien’s hand smooths over my ass as he leans in to gently bite the other side of my throat. I groan, arching into both of their touches as I stop stressing over messing everything up and just start letting myselffeel.
As the minutes tick by, the uncomfortable air in the room starts to bleed away along with our reservations. The two of them may be close, but never this close. The relationships between all of us are changing, not just the ones with me. It’s so convoluted, yet the more I relax, the more I realize it doesn’t have to be.
This time when I kiss Dorian, he doesn’t pull away, meets me with just as much enthusiasm if not more. Luce’s hand trails around my ribs and slides down my stomach, settling between my legs to toy with me. When he pinches and rolls my clit, a whimper slips out, one Dorian greedily swallows.
I usually take the lead whenever Dorian and I are alone together, and Lucien dominates the hell out of me, so I’m surprised when Dorian suddenly gets aggressive, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, and he doesn’t hesitate to slide into me with a solid, punishing thrust that has me crying out.
Lucien is firm and unyielding behind me, a wall of muscle to hold me in place as Dorian withdraws, his thrusts shallow and never fully unsheathing himself. I wrap an arm around Lucien’s neck, arching my back with the next moan that tears from my throat. He dips his head and chases the sound, each pleasured breath slipping past my lips spurring Dorian on harder, faster. Luce’s fingers never cease on my clit, driving me crazy from the overwhelming onslaught of sensations.
Just as I start to come, Dorian pulls out and sets me back on shaky legs. I nearly weep from coming so close, just to have my orgasm snatched out from under me, held barely out of reach.
He drops onto the couch, throwing one arm over the back and lazily stroking himself with the other, smirking at me. “All good things, to fae who wait,” he teases and I narrow my eyes at him.
A sharp smack stings across my ass from Lucien, and I clench around nothing, desperate and aching. I reach between my legs to just handle it myself, but Lucien firmly grips my wrist to restrain me. He steps flush against my back, his rigid cock settling between my ass cheeks. I squirm against him, reveling in his sharp hiss.
“Bend over the arm of the couch,” he commands.
Grinding back against him, I don’t budge. He’s so used to no one challenging him, needs to be reminded that not everyone fears him. Well, and he fucks harder when he’s annoyed; two birds, one stone.
He growls, the vibration traveling up my spine and making my lady bits weep with anticipation. His hand closes around my throat, arching my back as he leans down to whisper a warning in my ear.
“You just insist on making everything difficult, don’t you?”
My eyelids flutter shut as I lean against him, snaking a hand between my legs before he can stop me. “You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I listened.”
His free hand covers mine, plunging two fingers inside of my slick heat as I continue my ministrations. Before long I’m writhing again, straddling the line of blissful release. I should have expected him to pull back, capturing my wrist in his to leave me wanting. I snarl, feeling borderline feral.
He licks the shell of my ear before whispering again. “Are you going to listen this time?”
Grinding my teeth, I pull from his grip and march over to the couch where Dorian is languidly stroking himself, enjoying the show. I brace my hands on the arm of the couch, tossing an annoyed look over my shoulder at Lucien.
“Happy now?”
He tsks his tongue, not moving any closer. “Not quite. Why don’t you show Dorian how much you appreciate him, hmm?”
Flicking my eyes back to Dorian, his cheeks flushed, I glance down at the moisture beaded on the head of his cock. Slowly, to torture him as much as me, I lean forward to flick my tongue over the tip before swirling it. Inch by glorious inch I swallow him down, taking him as far as I can and using my hand on the rest while bracing myself on his thigh. I hum, making him jerk beneath me, and do it again just to watch him squirm.
I come up for air before going down on him again, swallowing him further than I planned as Lucien slams into me from behind. I nearly gag, but push through the reflex like a champ. Dorian fists my hair, guiding me as gently as he can manage, shallowly thrusting up to meet me. All the while, Lucien relentlessly pounds into me, setting a punishing rhythm that makes it nearly impossible not to just hold on for the ride and hope I don’t choke.
Dorian can’t take it anymore, his cock jerking in my mouth with his release. I swallow down every drop, hollowing out my cheeks to suck him harder, reveling in the way he shudders, hypersensitive. When I finally pull away to suck down a few panting breaths, Lucien gathers my hair in a ponytail; firmly, yet gently tugging.
“Such a good little fae, doing as I ask.”
Shuddering, I clench around him as he continues to slide in and out of me. I love this side of Lucien, when he channels all of that domineering presence into making me come apart in the best of ways. Bracing my hands on the arm of the couch, every snap of his hips makes me push back against him. So help me Fates, if he tries to deny me now I will scream.
