47. Irrevocably
forty-seven
Irrevocably
I didn’t realise how gentle Lucais had been the first or even second time we were intimate together until I goaded him into the third by aiming a hit directly below the belt.
Wrenlock kissed me while the High King stripped my clothes off, discarding them in a haphazard pile before dropping to his knees between my legs.
His face pressed against me in the most obscenely provocative position we had tried while Wrenlock stood behind him with one hand gripping my thigh, the other in my hair, and his tongue tangling with mine in the most deliciously sensual way.
For a moment, though, I was unable to feel anything but astonishment.
Lucais had struggled to bow to Wrenlock at the House.
He hadn’t been able to let go of most of his mannerisms as the High King of Faerie, even though doing so would have supported his own agenda, and until recently, I’d assumed it was due to the fact that they were habits.
However, with the newfound knowledge of how deeply pride impacted the rulers of Faerie, I’d started to form a different opinion.
Lucais was unwilling to even pretend to worship another person for his own benefit, yet he so easily got on his knees for me—and in front of the same man he’d barely been able to kneel before in the House.
Any feelings of surprise were quickly dispelled as he lapped at my entrance, fucking me with his tongue while Wrenlock left a hickey on the side of my neck.
I moaned helplessly at the high dome ceiling like it was there to forgive my sins.
As soon as he slid two fingers inside me, I was falling to pieces all over him, and Wrenlock was the only thing in the world holding me up as I climaxed hard and fast on Lucais’s face in the middle of the training room.
That’s my girl, he crooned into my mind. His mouth was still devouring me through the aftershocks. You taste so perfect coming all over my tongue.
I moaned as his words made a dull, aching tightness form between my hips, riding out the last of the waves and creating new ones at the same time. When the final flickers of pleasure subsided, Lucais slipped out behind me. Panting unsteadily, I leaned against Wrenlock for support.
“Sit on the throne,” Lucais instructed his friend. He scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest. I was promptly reminded that they were both fully clothed while I was utterly naked, which made everything feel infinitely more erotic. “Pull down your pants.”
While Wrenlock undid his pants, freeing his erection as he lowered himself onto the seat as instructed, Lucais carried me over to one side.
Placing my feet back on the cool ground, he bent me over the arm of the throne, forcing my hips up so I was on the tips of my toes with my ass in the air.
He threaded his hands through my hair, tightening his grip around the roots, and then he leaned over my shoulder to watch as he guided my mouth down towards Wrenlock’s stone-hard cock.
“I thought you said this was a hard limit,” I reminded him, all too willing but confused.
Lucais’s voice was a devastating, velvety growl. “I changed my mind.”
He pushed my head down onto Wrenlock’s lap, and I opened up eagerly, licking the beads of come that formed on the tip, tasting the salt and soap of his delicate skin.
“Fuck, baby.” Wrenlock’s voice was a rasp. “This is so fucking hot.”
Lucais yanked my head back, and Wrenlock’s cock made a wet sound as it slapped against the hard planes of his stomach.
“You’re going to suck him off while I fuck you, but you’re not going to let him come before I do, or I’m going to make sure that this really is the last time we do this. Understood?”
I couldn’t nod, but wanted to. Yes.
A moment later, my legs were spread apart and Lucais was shoving himself inside me, the force of his thrust bending me further over the edge of the throne’s arm.
I cried out, then wrapped my lips around Wrenlock’s thick erection while Lucais drove into me from behind, faster and harder than he’d taken me before.
The sound of Lucais’s balls slapping against my clit, the motion of my head bobbing up and down as I sucked on Wrenlock’s length, and the combination of our stifled moans filled the room and brought us into an entirely new world of pleasure as we coaxed each towards the edge of an unending precipice.
When Wrenlock released a deep, unhinged groan, I felt as though he might be on the verge of exploding, so I raised my head and let him fall out of my mouth.
He let out a loose breath, running his hands down his face as he gazed at me, eyes heated and full of adoration.
Swearing softly, he flung his head into the back of the throne, his stomach contracting as he worked to calm himself down.
“Atta girl,” Lucais purred, hands gripping my hips as he nudged his cock back inside me with gentler, slower, deeper thrusts.
His body inside of mine set off a blazing heat, an electrical fire.
“Fuck, bookworm, think of all the drama we could’ve avoided if I’d known that all I had to do was fill you with my cock to get you to fucking listen to me. ”
With my mouth empty, I had a retort on my lips. “I—”
The words, along with the memory of whatever they were going to be, were immediately banished from my mind when Lucais took a fistful of my hair again and forced my mouth back down onto Wrenlock’s erection.
I couldn’t help the wide grin that lifted my cheeks despite the thick, firm heat sliding back into my mouth, and he moaned as a delighted laugh escaped, muffled against him.
Lucais’s hand remained in my hair, guiding me as my head moved in indulgent, rhythmic motions on Wrenlock’s lap, sucking him into my mouth until his tip hit the back of my throat and then circling my tongue around the head before Lucais urged me to slide all the way back down his length.
The hinges of my jaw started to ache, and tears dripped from my eyes, but I was yearning to feel and taste more of them, so I refused to stop.
“You look so fucking good taking us at the same time like this,” Lucais purred.
He released my hair and slid his hand down the side of my neck.
I felt the rigid muscles on his chest pressing into my back as he leaned closer, each thrust hitting a slightly higher spot, and the pinpricks of ecstasy began to build at the apex of my thighs, buried between my hips and disturbed with every divine movement he made.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Lucais vowed, and then his hand was all the way around my throat, pulling my head away from Wrenlock, and I was pulsing around his length uncontrollably with barely a whimper escaping from my mouth.
“I want to die with my cock buried inside you and my hand around your throat, Auralie. I want the last thing I hear to be my name on your lips.”
“Lucais—”
“ Fuck. ”
In an instant, the tension in the room snapped, and every single one of us was undone.
Wrenlock’s eyes were on Lucais’s face, watching him coming inside of me as he gripped onto my throat and pressed his mouth to the back of my head, moaning so loud the foundations of reality might have quaked as I pulsated around him with a fanatical intensity.
He fucked me the whole way through his orgasm, each thrust a little less than the last until I felt the sticky heat of his come spilling down my inner thighs.
Barely a moment later, my hand found Wrenlock’s erection, pulling once, twice—and suddenly, his cock was jerking as he came, the thick heat of his orgasm dripping down the sides of my hands, and I was coming again as Lucais slipped out of me, replacing his dick with his fingers.
Fucking Elements, he swore into the bond, a split second of shock quickly replaced by greedy lust as he slipped his arm around my waist and slid his fingers back inside me.
Ride my hand, bookworm. There you fucking go.
He groaned, the sound echoing through the cavernous training room as I ground my clit against his palm. Give me one more. That’s my girl.
I felt like I was going to die, too.
When we were finished, and they’d collectively squeezed the very last drops of euphoria from my body, they worked together to clean me up and carry me back to Lucais’s bedroom, one bringing me some water while the other covered me with a blanket.
It dawned on me as I sipped my drink that I’d never seen them operating in sync before.
Everything had always been disjointed with the identity swap creating a rift—except for when they were intimate with me.
When we were all together in that way, they barely needed to exchange a word, both so dedicated to fairly inflicting pleasure, making me feel satisfied and special.
It was the only time I caught a glimpse of the way they must have been as friends and colleagues before I’d come into their lives.
It was strange, but there was no jealousy or competition.
They were familiar with one another in the way of lifelong friends, only they had an element of trust on top of that—the kind that only two people who went through the same trauma and came out of it alive could claim.
Like the Gift War.
Like the loss of their family members to the Malum—Lucais had lost his parents, and Wrenlock had lost his sister.
I drifted off to sleep feeling safer than I ever had in my life, with a smouldering warmth in my heart and a comforting pressure against my rib cage.
My last conscious thought haunted me through my dreams—that perhaps the best thing I had done, after the catastrophic lashings their friendship took while we were in the House, was to fall in love with both of them so irrevocably and unconditionally that I had forgotten how to hide it.