33. The Shift
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
THE SHIFT
Sophie
I drag Kai over to the bed, and he lets me lead him. He situates himself beneath me, his broad chest rising and falling beneath my palms as I straddle his hips, grinding slowly against him. His eyes are dark, stormy, watching every shift of my body like I’m something sacred, like I’m the only thing in the room that matters.
He’s been in a strange mood all night, and just the fact that he’s letting me lead him is almost disconcerting. I push the thought aside, though—for now, at least.
The soft satin against my knees and calves slides against my heated skin, and when I work my hand under Kai’s shirt, he feels like a furnace.
“I want you,” I whisper, not bothering to hide the edge of desperation in my voice. “I need this.”
Julian comes behind me, straddling Kai as well and pressing his chest against my back. His hands glide over my waist as his lips brush along the curve of my neck.
I feel worshiped. Consumed. But more than that—I feel powerful.
Kai’s hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in as though he’s afraid I might slip away. His eyes drift shut briefly, and when he opens them again, there’s a glimmer of something else behind his gaze. Reverence.
Reaching down, I slowly unbuckle his belt. He shifts his hips up, pressing his bulge into my bare pussy. I snap the belt off, tossing it to the side. Everything inside of me is pulsing, and I don’t try to hide the way my hands work quickly—desperately—to free his cock. It springs free when I pull his pants down, and I slide up so that I’m sitting on top of him, his length pressed against my folds.
I roll my hips against him and a low groan escapes his lips. “Jesus Christ,” Kai mutters under his breath, his head falling back against the pillows as he grips me tighter.
Julian hums behind me, his lips curling against the shell of my ear. “She’s divine, isn’t she?” he murmurs, trailing his hands lower, parting my thighs just slightly to brush his knuckles against Kai’s cock as he feels how slick I am.
Kai’s breath catches, and his eyes snap to mine, wide and dark beneath the low light. His hands press into the small of my back, grounding himself in the feel of me, but there’s a tremble there, barely noticeable, but I feel it like a ripple beneath his skin.
“She’s made for this,” Julian continues, his voice curling around us like silk. His lips brush the shell of my ear, each word pouring into me like honey. “Made to take us both.”
I slowly start to unbutton Kai’s shirt, and as I do, he swallows hard—the movement of his throat drawing my gaze. The soft flicker of candlelight catches the faint sheen of sweat at his temple, the flush creeping along his collarbone where his shirt hangs open. His chest rises and falls beneath me, each breath shallow, ragged, as if he’s holding something back, like he’s on the precipice of losing control but hasn’t decided if he’s ready to fall.
I shift slightly in his lap, grinding down just enough to feel the ache of him pressing against me, and his eyes flutter closed for half a second. When they open again, they’re molten.
“Kai,” I whisper, cupping his face between my hands. His skin is hot beneath my palms, his stubble rough against the soft pads of my thumbs as I trace the line of his jaw. His gaze wobbles, the faintest crack in his armor, but it’s there—a flash of hesitation, of vulnerability.
“I—” His voice catches, rough and raw, and he swallows again, searching my face like he’s looking for permission, or maybe something deeper than that. His fingers trail up my sides, reverent and deliberate, tracing the curve of my ribs until his palms cup the swell of my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples. I arch into him, a soft moan spilling from my lips, but I don’t take my eyes off his.
Kai’s grip falters for half a second, his chest heaving beneath me, but I kiss him before he can pull away, dragging him up into the heat of my mouth.
And he lets me.
His hands slip into my hair, tangling at the base of my skull as his tongue slides against mine, soft at first but growing hungrier, like he’s chasing something he didn’t know he needed until now.
Julian’s hands slip lower, parting my legs farther as he settles between them, his cock hard and insistent as it presses against me from behind. I gasp into Kai’s mouth as Julian tilts my hips up and back, aligning us.
Kai pulls away just far enough to watch, his lips swollen, his breathing shallow.
“You see that, Kai?” Julian growls, his voice darkening. He tosses a condom next to Kai. I hear him open a bottle of lube before he pushes into me, slow and deliberate. “How perfect she is like this? Feel it. She’s full now, but you get to be the one to stretch her.”
Kai’s eyes drop down to where I stretch around Julian, his expression shifting, raw and unguarded in a way that makes my heart ache.
His mouth parts as if to speak, but instead, he lifts his hand, pressing it flat against my lower belly, feeling the way Julian fills me.
“Christ,” he mutters under his breath, his fingers pressing just a little harder.
Julian thrusts deeper, groaning low in his throat. “I think he likes watching you take it,” Julian breathes against my ear. His hand joins Kai’s, pressing down until the sensation is overwhelming. “Is that it, Kai? You like watching her come apart on top of you?”
Kai’s grip tightens, his knuckles white against my skin.
“I do,” he growls, his control snapping like a thread pulled too tight.
“You ready for both of us, pet?” Julian growls, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Yes,” I breathe, rocking my hips slightly, feeling Kai twitch against me at the movement.
Kai’s eyes flutter shut again, his grip tightening.
“Give it to her,” he groans, his voice thick and heavy with need. “She can take it.”
He grabs the condom Julian had tossed to him earlier, sheathing himself.
We’d discussed this, and though I was disappointed to be using a condom again, we all decided it would be best, just until I’m able to see my new doctor next week. Last time was fine because he was in my arse, but this time, there’s more of a risk for pregnancy.
He lifts me effortlessly, shifting beneath me until his cock presses against the slick heat of my entrance, and he presses into me with steady pressure, holding it in place so it doesn’t move. After a couple of seconds, the head of his cock slips in, stretching me alongside Julian in a way that feels like too much and not enough all at once.
I cry out. The overwhelming fullness blurs the edges of pleasure and pain, and I cling to Kai, nails digging into his shoulders as I gasp his name. It takes a couple of seconds for him to sink in, for him to get past the tight ring that Julian is already filling so well. But when he does…
My mouth drops open.
His forehead presses against mine, and I can feel his breath shaking as he moves beneath me.
“You’re fucking incredible,” he groans, his voice fraying at the edges.
Julian’s pace quickens behind me, matching Kai’s movements until I can’t tell where one of them ends and the other begins.
It feels endless.
“Fuck,” Julian mutters, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “She’s so tight like this.”
Kai’s eyes flick down, watching where they both sink into me, his jaw tightening as if the sight alone might undo him.
“You feel that?” Julian whispers, his breath ghosting over my shoulder. “That’s us, filling her together. Taking her apart.”
Kai groans deeply, his hands trembling as they cup my face, pulling me down for a kiss that feels almost desperate.
“This feels fucking amazing,” he growls against my lips, his voice ragged.
Julian sets a slow, punishing rhythm behind me, grinding his hips forward in time with Kai’s thrusts beneath me.
I can feel them everywhere, stretching me, filling me, unraveling me piece by piece.
It’s overwhelming in the best way, the pleasure tipping me dangerously close to the edge.
Julian’s hand slips between my legs, finding my clit with ease, and he circles it slowly, drawing soft gasps from my lips.
Julian presses his mouth to my ear, and his voice lowers to a dark, indulgent whisper. “It’s my favorite thing, you know,” Julian says, his tone deceptively casual. “Watching another man worship my wife. Can you imagine it, Kai? Watching someone else take her while we fuck her together?”
Kai stills beneath me.
It’s subtle, the way his rhythm falters—just enough for me to feel the shift.
Julian doesn’t seem to notice. He thrusts harder, snapping his hips forward until I gasp and brace myself against Kai’s chest.
But Kai’s breathing changes.
I feel it beneath my hands, the tension coiling in his muscles.
His gaze drops, and though his hands stay on my hips, there’s a distance in his eyes now, a hesitation that wasn’t there before.
I reach for his face, brushing my thumb along his jawline, silently willing him to stay with me.
But something’s already shifted.
A shiver racks through me, but not from the cold.
“Goddamn,” Julian hisses, his movements becoming erratic. “I love the feeling of your cock against mine, Kai,” he growls. “I can’t wait for the day we can both come inside of her.”
“Fuck,” Kai whispers, all pretenses gone.
Watching him unravel beneath me is intoxicating, and the sight of him losing control is enough to make me roll my hips. I arch against him, grinding down harder, and Kai’s head tilts back, exposing the long column of his throat. His lips part in something that resembles prayer, soft, inaudible words spilling from his mouth as if he can’t contain them.
Julian shifts behind me, his lips brushing against my temple as he hears the words too. “That’s it,” he whispers, his hand curling under my jaw, tilting my head back against his shoulder. “Pray for her, Kai. Let her know exactly how much you need this.”
“Thy kingdom come,” he groans, his hands trembling as they grip my hips, guiding me to move. “Thy will be done…”
The sound of him—so raw, so close to unraveling—sends molten heat pooling low in my belly. But something shifts beneath his words, something darker. His grip tightens at my waist, rougher now, and suddenly I’m not guiding the pace anymore. Kai takes over, pulling me down onto him with deliberate force, dragging me over the thick length of his cock until I gasp.
“Oh, fuck?—”
His control breaks open in front of me like a floodgate. He thrusts up hard, driving deeper, his hips snapping beneath me in desperate, unrelenting strokes. Julian groans low against my ear, his arms banding tighter around my torso as if holding me in place to take everything Kai is giving.
“She’s so close, Kai,” Julian murmurs, his breath warm on my neck. “Can you feel it?”
“Yes,” Kai growls, his voice strained, reverent and wrecked all at once. One hand slides up my spine, curling around the back of my neck, holding me down as he pounds into me, chasing that high. “I can feel her tightening—Christ, she’s going to fall apart on us.”
My body trembles, caught between the rhythm of Kai’s cock driving into me and the relentless, teasing drag of Julian’s cock sliding into me from behind.
“Please,” I whimper, pushing my head back against Julian’s shoulder, my legs threatening to give out. “I?—”
“You’re ours,” Kai breathes, the words vibrating through me like a command. His eyes lock with mine as if he’s daring me to break under him. “Come for us, Sophie.”
Julian’s hand slips lower, pressing down on the bulge at the base of my stomach. “You heard him,” Julian growls, his voice rough with need. “Come now, let us feel you shatter around our cocks.”
The pressure is unbearable, the heat curling tighter and tighter until I can’t contain it anymore.
I break.
I unravel between them, caught in the space where pleasure burns so brightly it almost feels like pain. My walls clench around both of them as I cry out, my body arching between them like a bowstring drawn too tight. The tension snaps, and the orgasm rushes through me, all-consuming.
“Oh God?—”
Kai groans deep in his chest as he feels me pulse around him, and something inside him snaps. His thrusts grow erratic, his hips slamming up into me one final time before he gasps, head tilting back. I collapse, pressing my chest against his and dragging my lips down the front of his throat.
“Yes—fuck, Sophie,” he chokes out, his hands bruising against my hips as he holds me down, buried to the hilt. His body trembles, and I feel his thick cock pulse with his climax inside of me. His hands grab my head, bring my lips to his as his forehead presses hard against mine—as if anchoring himself to this moment.
Julian isn’t far behind. His nails drag over the sensitive skin of my lower back and arse, and then I feel him stiffen behind me, his cock jerking as he empties himself, hot and deep, alongside Kai.
A rough sound escapes him, something between a growl and a curse. His hand tightens in my hair, as if he can’t let go until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from this moment.
The three of us collapse together, breathless and tangled, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
I feel Kai’s heart hammering beneath my palm, his arms wrapped tight around me like he’s afraid I might disappear if he loosens his grip. Julian rests his forehead against my shoulder, his breathing ragged, his lips tracing lazy patterns over my skin as if savoring the aftermath.
For a long moment, no one moves.
I’m weightless, held securely between the two people I trust most in the world, and for the first time in weeks, I feel whole. Grounded.
Loved .
Julian is the first to break the silence, his voice soft but teasing as he nips at my shoulder.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, his breath still uneven.
Kai laughs, breathless and hoarse, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Yeah. I think I’ve lost the ability to speak.”
Julian hums in agreement, his lips curving into a grin against my skin. “That’s my favorite thing about watching someone else with her. Watching them lose themselves.”
There it is—the shift.
The words are light, teasing, but I feel the way Kai tenses beneath me, how the gentle strokes of his fingers on my hip slow, then still.
I tilt my head slightly, catching the shadowed expression before he smooths it over with a quick smile.
But I know him. I know when he’s pulling away.
“Yeah,” Kai says quietly, his hand slipping to my lower back, no longer possessive, just steady. “It’s… something.”
Julian doesn’t notice the shift—his focus is on me, pressing kisses to my bare shoulder like he’s worshiping me with his mouth.
But I notice.
And when Kai’s hands start to drift, when his weight shifts like he might pull me off of him, I reach down, lacing my fingers with his.
“Stay,” I whisper, squeezing his hand.
He hesitates for only a second before nodding, exhaling quietly as he pulls me tighter against his body.
But even as Julian murmurs soft praises against my skin, even as Kai’s body molds to mine, I feel the distance between us—subtle but growing.
And I know, in the quiet corner of my mind, that this isn’t over yet.