61. Sixty-One - Birthday Presents
Sixty-One - Birthday Presents
Edric
We could use Dorrian’s hand to get home the way we came, but walking back through the village feels right.
It’s a reminder of this place where she belongs. This place where she’s lived for three decades, and where we will happily spend the rest of our lives with her.
She loves us .
I had hoped, but didn’t dare assume.
Now that I know…
The winding path takes us down the side of the plateau behind the others and leads us back into the village by a narrow lane between the school and the carpenter’s home.
Peter waves at us from his open doorway, already working on the start of the potion shop’s renovation.
Winding through the cobble streets, we say a second goodnight to some of those who’ve paused on their stoops, but my mind has already gotten ahead of us.
It has wandered to the temple and the ring Viggo has hidden away.
He’s not the only one who has been impatient.
We manage to make it home with only one detour, and when we climb the steps, going to the room that will eventually be hers, her presents are waiting, right where we left them.
“What’s this?” she asks, walking around the table with its boxes arranged on either side of a bowl of chocolates and apricots.
“Open them and see.”
She picks up the box closer to her and carefully unwraps it, glancing at me when she gets to the leather beneath the paper.
Her breath catches and she lifts the necklace out.
Two strands of pearls, black and green, twisted around each other and fixed with a golden clasp.
“I love it. Will you put it on?” She turns and lifts her hair.
I slip the pearls around her neck, kissing her throat. “I love you Ana. There is no one who has filled my heart this way since I met Viggo. You are our match and we will spend the rest of our lives making you happy, if you let us.”
Viggo watches us with a smile that makes me think he’d come join us if there wasn’t another present on that table.
He holds it out to her and watches silently as she opens it.
The small book is familiar. I’ve seen him poring over it for the last few weeks.
I can guess what’s inside, and when Ana opens it, her eyes go wide.
“Did you write these?” Viggo nods and gently takes the book from her. “Don’t read them right now. They’re meant for daylight hours, when you miss me.”
She taps him on the chest. “It’s not nice to give me a present and then tell me what to do with it.”
“We’ll be nice in other ways.”
He sets the book on the table and draws her to him, undoing her laces and slipping her sleeves down her side.
Dress set aside, stripped down to her pink undergarments, Ana looks rosy and perfect and I don’t let her get any further before I’ve scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
Hers doesn’t have a footboard, and when I sit her down on the pink silk sheets, Viggo has already climbed up to pull her into his lap.
“We belong to each other.” I tell her, leaning over them as Viggo holds her so that she can lean back and see us both. “We’ll figure out the rest later.”
“Later,” Viggo agrees, nodding. “But for right now…”
He leans close to her, head dipping to her breasts and there’s a soft snap and a small gasp as he bites through the top of her corset’s lacings.
“Loric is going to be so mad,” she says, whispering like it’s a secret.
“I’ll make it up to him.”
She gives him a sharp look, catching his hands. “I like these. I don’t want to have to replace them.”
With a sigh filled with false beleaguerment, Viggo gently works her corset loose and I bite my tongue, keeping my laughter in while I help him slide the silk from her skin.
But when I toss them to the chair in the corner, Viggo picks Ana up and tosses her to the middle of the bed.
Catching him by the arms, I hold him back for a moment, so that we can simply look at her.
She’s heartbreakingly beautiful... and she loves us.
“Let me have my fun,” he says, twisting his neck to steal a quick kiss. “I promise she’s going to love it.”
I know she will.
Letting him go, I bite my tongue when he snatches up a sheet, throwing it over her. It covers her completely. Her surprise is muted by the fabric.
With a wink, he crawls onto the bed, tickling her toes, and I go around, climbing up at her head.
I’ll let him have his fun, as requested.
She laughs at him and flops the sheet back from her face. “What are you doing?”
He shushes her instead of answering and disappears beneath the sheet himself.
I know the moment his tongue finds her clit.
Ana’s back arches, and I slip my hand beneath it, lifting her up so that I can take her breast into my mouth.
Perhaps it’s all of the apricots she eats that make her taste so sweet.
Maybe it’s a symptom of how much I’ve come to love her.
I don’t care why. I’ll savor her, as long as she lets me.
Breath catching as she writhes beneath us, Ana grabs my face, pulling me up to her for a kiss laced with desperation.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders and I luxuriate in the delight of her lips, but, “I feel like I’m stealing his reward.”
She smiles against me before she gasps and then says, “You could reward him for me. Would that make you feel better?”
“Maybe?”
She pushes at me, nudging me down toward him. “Find out.”
I kiss her again, biting her lip and then do as she asks. Sliding down to him, I uncover them both.
Goddess . The sight of his face buried between her thighs…
He more than deserves his reward and I am very happy to be the one to give it to him.
He groans against her pussy as I take him into my mouth. “Goddess, I love when you suck my cock.”
I know.
Tongue swirling around his tip the way I know he loves, I relish the way his stomach flickers.
He always tastes like some intangible spice.
The only way this would be better is if he tasted like her.
Viggo’s mouth goes back to her and the only sounds in the room are their soft moans and hungry curses.
His hips thrust and I don’t think he’s in complete control of himself, but I let that motion bourn of need guide the next few moments.
I let him work for his pleasure as he works for hers.
Viggo is ravenous. He’s always been ravenous. And his hand reaches down, fingers slipping into my hair.
When his thighs begin to tremble and when his grip starts to tighten, I know he’s close.
He whimpers into Ana’s pussy as I untangle his fingers and draw back, but he doesn’t ask me to come back.
He’ll beg later.
Crawling over him, I move higher on the bed and slide my fingers around his neck.
Hand around his throat, grip firm and soft all at once, I pull him back off of her. I want to taste her on him. And I’ve already used up all of my patience.
Eyes heavy, he looks at me as I move him and he doesn’t fight me.
I lick his lips and it’s my turn to shiver.
“I think it’s time you fucked our little lover, don’t you?”
He nods without speaking and Ana squirms, still half caught in the sheets.
I nip at his ear and whisper, “be a good boy,” as I release him.
He exhales, and it sounds like “always.”
She reaches for him and he goes, sinking into her with his teeth clenched tight. He tells her he loves her again, but in my people’s language, and I know she doesn’t understand him, if she hears him at all.
Back arched, head tipped into the pillows, her smile is divine pleasure. I want to move up and lick every inch of her.
Their bodies join in an easy and steady rhythm. Slow and sweet.
Viggo teases both of us with the pace he’s set, drawing little gasps from her lips.
I could watch him disappear inside of her for hours and not get bored of the sight.
When I sneak down and press my tongue to his balls, he curses me even as he laughs.
It’s enough to break his rhythm, and he curses me for it, but he doesn’t try to make me stop.
He keeps fucking her with that fractured rhythm, whispering soft words to her.
She moans and I look up at the sight of his teeth sunk into her breast, of the small drip of blood that curves around it and down her ribs to the sheets.
She flinches around him, her pussy trying to draw him in as the bite shoots ecstasy through her.
I know the feeling well.
I love it too.
Viggo deserves his just reward.
He makes a rude noise as I leave them, but I’m back so fast, he can’t actually complain.
I plan to make sure complaining is the last thing on his mind.
He makes a muffled sound against her as I press the bottle to his ass and with the smallest pulse of magic, the lube drains into him.
This time, the sound is fully audible, completely understandable.
“Goddess, yes.”
Recapping the bottle, I toss it aside and watch some of that lube trail out of him... a preview of what my cum will look like later.
One hand on his cheek, I hold him open as I start to work the lube into him.
He rocks on my finger, greedy and impatient and so fucking perfect. But I’m not about to rush.
This has never been a punishment. And it never will be.
Each sound he makes as I ease him open makes me grit my teeth.
Each whispered “yes” and whimpered “please”…
Ana’s fingers toy with his hair as his lips latch onto her breast, but her eyes lock with mine and a sultry smile curves her lips as I finally fill him completely.
The words are soft, muffled against her skin. “Why does it feel like it’s my birthday?”
Ana doesn’t answer him. She giggles and draws his face up so she can kiss him.
Smoothing my hand down his back, I watch them, loving each other the way I love each of them in turn.
The time we spend together, here, or anywhere, is a gift. We don’t need an occasion to celebrate what we’ve found.
When I start to work within him again, it’s my turn to moan through clenched teeth. This sweet joining, this perfect connection of our three bodies…
Each of my thrusts forces him deeper into her and we come in a cascade.
Ana’s orgasm drives Viggo over the edge. His drags me down, right after.
We tumble and crash through ecstasy until all the threads finally snap and I can only hold them, knowing there’s nowhere in the world I want to be if they aren’t there as well.
“I love you both,” I lean down and even though we are tangled together in the strangest way, I know I’m not crushing either of them when I find Viggo’s lips and then Ana’s and then her neck while Viggo’s lips go to mine.
When I slip free from Viggo and he draws out of Ana, we pull the sheets back over ourselves.
Tonight, I don’t want to go clean up, so I grab the bottle I so recently discarded and Viggo jolts when I touch him.
The remnants of cum and lube are drawn from his body by my magic. He squirms and wiggles and can’t hold in the last laugh before what was on him half-fills the bottle.
I flinch when I do the same to myself, and then set that bottle on the floor to deal with later.
Ana pulls me back before I can think of doing anything else.
“I love you,” she says, kissing me with a quick little peck.
“And I love you.” She kisses Viggo too. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
She pulls us close, hugging us to her and Viggo whispers, “It’s only going to get better.”
We’ll make sure of it.