Chapter 11 #2
Lucien pinched her nipple between his fingers to distract her from his other hand as it swept down her middle, pushing down her bathing suit until she was bare. It drifted to the pool floor.
She waited, entirely exposed, pushed against the tiles, breasts just peeking above the water line, as her hot, dripping core pressed into his hip.
"Good girl," Lucien murmured.
Rin wanted to feel him. So she reached for him, her hands spreading out on his lean chest. Her fingers swept down, and she felt his rough breaths beneath her palms. She stopped when her fingers grazed the waistband of his shorts.
"Take them off," she whispered huskily.
"That’s not what we say, Vesperin. I know you’re a sweet girl, you’ve proven it to me."
His domineering reprimand made goosebumps erupt on her flesh. "Please, take them off, Lucien. I want you."
His head fell forward, lips grazing the side of her neck. His other hand pushed between them, shoving down his shorts until they sat below his cock. She felt it against her belly, hard and hot.
Rin touched him, unable to wrap her fingers around him fully. He groaned when she let her hand move. She was captivated by the power in such a touch, the way he bent to her will. Maybe this was her own version of harmony.
Slowly, giving her time to adjust, he pushed up inside her. The water made everything wetter, sending licks of cold deep inside her, mingling with her own dripping heat and his hot length within the most intimate part of her.
She clung to him, undone.
Lucien’s movements started out slow and soft, and the water tickled as it lapped against her, then pleasure rippled around them both, pooling at the base of her spine as her heart thundered in her chest. Water sloshed over the curved sides of the pool, spilling onto the dark tile as he began to move roughly into her—taking what he wanted.
He used her like she’d begged him to, to be free of nightmares.
But not only did he take—because Lucien was a giving lover—he ensured she was cared for, too, in that gently dominating way. Her head grew fuzzy, and the blue glimmering lights sparkled above her.
"God—good girl. You feel so good. Look at you. All mine," he kept whispering praises against her flushed skin, kissing her, nipping at her.
It was like she was still floating, on her back, letting the water hold her up.
Pleasure bloomed hotly within her, and she gasped puffs of air against his lips, watching it fog his glasses, as she begged for release.
"Please, can I? Let me come…" She didn’t even realize she was begging for that, or that he’d like it, until his green eyes darkened.
"No," Lucien rumbled, swiping a finger over her pebbled nipple. "Not yet." His eyes shifted behind her.
Rin felt him before she saw him. Her Soul reached for him.
Cyrus came to settle at the pool’s edge behind her, crouching low. His knees brushed her back as he let his legs dangle into the water at their side. Red filled the air as he tasted her and Lucien’s joined pleasure.
She could barely bring herself to look at him.
"Look at what I stumbled into. I smelled the most delicious feast, and I just had to come see what it was. I have to say—it looks even better than it tastes," Cyrus purred, brushing his fingers over the bare line of Rin’s shoulders, and she tightened her legs around Lucien’s waist, feeling herself clench around him, wanting to hide.
Lucien groaned at the feel, pulsing inside her, which only made Rin flutter helplessly again.
Cyrus placed his hand on her shoulder more firmly, fingers reaching down to brush against the tops of her breasts.
"Do you want me to stop? I’ll go. Say the word. "
Rin looked into Lucien’s eyes, gasping, "Lucien?"
It was a plea—because he’d taken her form of thoughts away as he’d rendered her dazed. She couldn’t think for herself right now; she only wanted to chase the high of pleasure. She couldn’t think through all the reasons why Cyrus should or shouldn’t stay.
"Lucien, it’s not up to you. I only answer to my Soulbond," Cyrus continued, voice a sultry rasp.
She looked at him then, finding his purple eyes dark, with his pupils blown wide. He kept palming her breast, and neither Lucien nor Rin stopped him.
The red glimmers swirled in the air, then retreated into Cyrus. "I’ll leave. Have fun, you two." He started to stand, and she realized she didn’t want him to.
"No, stay, Cy," Rin breathed, making him freeze. Tiny pinpricks of red began to fill the air around them again, hesitant. "Stay, p-please? I want you to." She looked into Lucien’s eyes as she said it.
Her doctor moved forward, lips against her sensitive ear as he whispered, "If it is what you want, my V girl." He pressed a tender kiss to the space below her ear, and she clenched around him again.
When Lucien pulled away, she felt more grounded.
"Yes, I want you to stay." Rin’s voice was firmer in the knowledge that this—the both of them here with her—felt right.
Cyrus’s fingers tightened on her breast, indenting her flesh. "Can I taste your pleasure?"
Still holding Lucien’s eyes, she uttered, "Yes."
The red exploded around them, blotting out the shades of blue entirely.
She felt him feeding, easily able to recognize the feeling now. It left her dizzy and high. And she loved it.
Rin clenched around Lucien again, and this time, he wasn’t able to stop from moving inside her at her urging.
His head fell to the crook of her neck, the wire frame of his glasses pressing harshly into her skin, but she was far from caring.
If anything, the short bite of discomfort built up her pleasure more.
Something wet slipped over her breast, and she gasped, eyes flying open—when had she closed them?
—to find Cyrus flicking droplets over her skin.
Not from the pool. No, this water was far colder, sharp and clean.
It was his water, materializing from the tips of his fingers.
She turned her head, feeling the warmth on her cheeks as she stared up at him.
Lucien covered her front almost entirely, pressing her deeper against the side of the pool.
She reached up with a shaking hand, water dripping from the tips of her fingers as she settled her palm on Cyrus’s clothed knee.
He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning deeply.
When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were so blown all she saw was darkness—no hint of purple.
Cyrus surged forward, water splashing up his calves and darkening the thin fabric of his pants as he grabbed her cheek and tipped her face up to his, pressing his lips to hers.
The sensation was unbelievable. Lucien was inside her and Cyrus’s lips were on hers and his magic was all around them, coating the air in his essence.
Lucien groaned harshly on a deep thrust, hips grounding into hers and hitting a spot at the apex of her thighs that made her see Stars. She gave a light, airy moan. Cyrus pulled away from her, tongue sweeping out to tickle the seam of her lips. His eyes were half-lidded with lust.
"He tastes good, too. I see why you like him," the incubus purred.
She could barely form a coherent sentence. "Did you—you… taste his feelings?"
"I did more than taste. I devoured them," Cyrus said, pressing another lingering kiss on her lips.
Simultaneously, she felt Lucien whisper praises into the crook of her neck. "So good for me, Vesperin. Feel so good—you make such gorgeous sounds. My good fucking girl." At that, she inhaled harshly. She rarely heard her doctor curse.
Water dribbled past her lips. The taste was invigorating, like inhaling too much air at once, making her belly flip.
She blinked up at Cyrus with a moan as Lucien hit a spot deep within her.
Cyrus pulled his index finger away from her lower lip.
He’d used his Stella to seep inside her mouth, filling her.
"Don’t worry, doll, my eyes are only for you.
You taste better than anything I’ve ever had in my centuries alive.
" Cyrus made a rumbling moan, and her eyes trailed down his soaked shirt, clinging to his lean muscles and leaving nothing to the imagination, as she found his hand inside his pants, dragging down the thin material and showing the elegant, sensual cut of his abdomen.
"Did my Stella taste good? Now you have us both inside you.
" His arm muscles flexed as he stroked himself, and she had half a mind to beg him to let her see, to touch, to taste, but shyness tied her tongue.
Lucien pulled away from her neck, eyes flicking up to Cyrus, before settling back to her.
Earth could spin off its axis, and in this moment, she wouldn’t care.
"Come for me, Vesperin," Lucien ordered, and she had already been teetering, holding on as much as she could, but with those words, she was forced over the edge, her thin resolve snapping as she came with a cry.
She felt Lucien follow, warmth filling her. Cyrus groaned deeply into her ear, half-bent over her, nearly falling into the pool.
Rin was limp, heart thundering. She felt her lungs threaten to seize with a dry, coughing fit, but swallowed until it abated.
She was just aware enough to realize this wasn’t normal.
What her weakness meant was sobering to her, and she found their ragged breathing echoing off the pool tiles as a damning thing—she was so selfish to let them love her, when she wouldn’t be here to love them back forever.
Her shaking legs slipped down from Lucien’s waist, and she found her toes barely brushing the ground.
She tried to regain her sense of self, coming down from the high of arousal.
She peered up at Cyrus, who wiped his palm on his thigh.
White droplets of his release were left on his fingertips, and it was Lucien who caught her jaw and forced her face up to the incubus.
Cyrus pressed his fingers against her bottom lip. "Taste?"