Chapter 28 Over the Threshold #2
The realization sent a jolt of desire through me, and I found myself rubbing my legs together, seeking some relief from the building pressure.
My heart pounded, my breasts felt heavy, and my nipples hardened, digging into his chest as he hugged me tighter against him.
When his hand slid up the back of my thigh and under my nightie, I gasped into his mouth.
“Easy, baby,” Koa murmured against my lips.
His thumb brushed the sensitive skin near my hip bone, a sound escaped me, high, needy, utterly foreign. I wrenched back, hands flying to hide my flaming face. I’d never made a noise like that before in my life!
“Sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t stop. I love hearing you.”
“We all do.” Casimir crowded against my back, his chest a solid wall of heat. “Don’t be embarrassed. Every sound you make is beautiful.”
I could feel his long, hard length against my backside, just like Koa’s was shoving into my upper thigh.
Being sandwiched between two powerful, aroused men should have made me feel awkward, but their hands were so gentle, their voices so tender, their scents so comforting, that I felt nothing but safe.
“Look at me, beloved.” Koa waited until I lowered my hands, his chest rising as rapidly as mine. “Do you want to continue?”
“Um. Is this normal? The fluttering?”
“Which fluttering, sweetheart?” I could hear the smirk on Zane’s face. “The one in your chest or the one in your p—”
“Cardiac arrhythmia isn’t uncommon during intimacy,” Casimir said at the same time, his fingers finding the pulse point in my neck. “Though your 120 bpm suggests—”
Koa silenced them both with a look.
“You set the rhythm, Seri. Fast, slow.” He squeezed my hip a little tighter. “Stop.”
“Ah.” My voice shrank under their collective attention. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“As we told you before, we’re also inexperienced,” Casimir reminded me, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Which means we learn together. At your pace, Seri.”
The way they said it, they meant it, and it unspooled the last knot in my chest.
“You’ll stop if I ask you to?” I whispered.
“Of course,” Koa promised. “Always.”
“Then, yes.” I swallowed hard. “I want to go on, Koko.”
He kissed me again, his lips slow and passionate, and I barely noticed Casimir helping him slide my nightie over my head until I was naked between them, vulnerable in a way I’d never been before, exposed to their gazes.
I knew I wasn’t beautiful. Several scars marred my skin and they’d all commented on my thinness with worried frowns several times now.
What if they found me unattractive, as Amabel said they would?
What if they didn’t like the size of my breasts, which were nowhere near as large as Eluned’s? What if they thought I was—
Before I could cross my arms over myself, Zane moved to the foot of the bed.
“Cruor,” he breathed, eyes widening. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Exquisite.” Casimir’s gaze was reverent as it traveled over me.
“Perfect,” Koa murmured, tracing a finger along my collarbone. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Damn right she’s perfect! I could spend hours just looking at those perky tits—”
“Zane!” I squealed, covering my face with my hands again as heat surged from my chest to my hairline.
“Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Not for what I think, just for embarrassing you.”
That only made me squeak louder, but Casimir wrapped his fingers around my wrists, coaxing my hands away from my face.
“Don’t hide from us. Please?”
His tenderness undid me. I let him pull my hands away, revealing my burning face just as Koa’s large palm cupped my breast. The contact sent electricity shooting through me, and I arched instinctively into his touch.
“So responsive,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my nipple. It made me gasp, my body jerking in surprise.
“Knew you’d be sensitive,” Zane crooned.
At the same time, Casimir claimed my mouth in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
After that, everything shrank to calloused hands and whispered praises, to Zane’s bitten-off curses and Casimir’s steadying presence. To the terrifying, exhilarating freedom of being wanted and wanting in return.
I moaned when Koa’s fingers pinched my peaked nipple, the sensation sharp and sweet like summer lightning.
Zane’s groan rattled the headboard.
“Can’t I just—”
“No.” Casimir caught his arm again. “Let them.”
But I wasn’t listening anymore. Not when Koa’s mouth was working magic, not when every nerve sang beneath his touch. The wet heat of his tongue swirling my nipple made my back lift off the mattress, legs twisting in the sheets. His hand slid down my quivering stomach, dipping lower, lower, lower.
“Oh!” My hips jerked when fingertips brushed between my thighs, and Casimir swallowed my startled cry in a deep kiss.
“Relax, beloved,” Koa soothed, his fingers gentle as they explored my folds. “I won’t hurt you.”
When one finger slipped inside me, I nearly headbutted Casimir.
“Shh, little wife.” His lips trailed fire along my jaw. “You’re okay. You’re okay.”
At my feet, Zane’s fingers began tracing idle patterns against my ankle, slowly skimming up my calf to the sensitive spot behind my knee, and something new and urgent built inside me. Not the butterflies I’d felt before when they touched me, but a heavy, demanding ache.
Koa worked a second finger inside me, stretching me gently as his thumb found and stroked what he called my “jewel.” Casimir moved down to suckle my other breast, shooting sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
Zane kissed the inside of my ankle, then planted open-mouthed kisses along my calf, sending fresh shivers racing across my skin.
Then Koa’s thumb circled my jewel, stroking it in time with the shallow thrusts of his finger. The pressure built and built until I thought I might shatter. And then, with a twist of his fingers, I did.
“Adrenaline spiking. Pulse, too. Endorphins releasing,” Casimir murmured around my nipple, then his clinical tone broke as I inhaled sharply. “Oh. She’s—”
“Coming,” Zane’s chuckle came out strangled.
As the world shattered, my gasp vanished into Casimir’s mouth and my body clamped around Koa’s hand, every muscle twittering. Through the haze, I heard Zane’s ragged curse.
“Night’s teeth! Look at her! Like carved moonlight melting!”
I panted and shivered from the aftershocks. I’d never felt anything like that before, as if my entire being had burst into a thousand pieces of light.
“Precious.” Casimir stroked my hair away from my damp forehead, his gentleness bringing tears to my eyes. “So precious.”
“You’re beautiful when you come, beloved,” Koa murmured, even as his fingers still moved inside me, hitting a spot that made my hips buck involuntarily. “Do you want me to go on?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”
He withdrew his hand, leaving me feeling strangely empty, but then he moved to kneel next to me, his eyes locked on mine.
“You understand what I’m asking? I want to make love to you, Serafina. I want to be inside you.”
His words, his tone, his gaze, they all made my insides quiver, and I swallowed hard. Amabel and Eluned had taunted me about how much it hurt the first time, but despite my fear, I wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted all of them.
“I trust you, Koko,” I whispered, reaching for his hand. Our wedding bands clinked softly as our fingers intertwined. “I trust all of you.”
As if my agreement was a signal, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, and I watched, transfixed, as he stripped down.
My eyes widened at my first sight of a fully nude male body, a small whimper escaping me to see him proudly erect.
I knew the basics of male anatomy, of course, but textbook diagrams hadn’t prepared me for this.
“Mmm,” was all I managed, my vocabulary deserting me entirely.
“She’s impressed,” Zane laughed. “As expected.”
“Hush, pest,” Casimir chided him, but his lips twitched.
I reached for Koa as he knelt between my knees, my hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, his abdomen, too timid to explore further down just yet. I marveled at the firm muscle beneath his smooth, golden skin and reveled in the way his breath stuttered when my fingertips grazed his nipples.
Meanwhile, his hands stroked up and down my inner thighs, his gaze heated as it fixed on the most intimate part of me. My cheeks burned again, but the desire in his eyes made me feel beautiful instead of embarrassed.
“Koko,” I whimpered, unable to word what was building inside me again. “Is it supposed to hurt before you even do anything?”
“Where does it hurt?” His brow furrowed with concern.
“Inside,” I tried to explain. “It’s like I’m empty. So empty, it aches. It aches, Koko!”
The raw need in my tone made a muscle jump in his jaw, and his grip on my thigh tightened briefly.
“I know, baby,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you.”
Zane and Casimir moved closer on either side of us and watched Koa position himself over me. I thought I should have been embarrassed, but the sight was unexpectedly erotic: Their eyes glittering and fixed on where Koa and I were about to join.
Slowly, so slowly I wanted to scream, Koa leaned forward, one hand gripping my thigh while the other guided his length and rubbed the tip up and down, coating himself in my wetness.
Then Casimir’s thumb tilted my face toward him.
“Eyes here, little wife. Let Ko focus.”
Zane suddenly ducked beneath my raised knee and peppered kisses along the sensitive inner curve, making me squeak in both surprise and at the sensation.
“You’re compromising Ko’s insertion angle!”
“Fuck her mouth with yours and leave me alone, you ghoul.” Zane’s tongue wandered higher, licking my inner thigh before Casimir yanked him up by his hair.
“Secondary arousal is counterproductive before full acclimation!”
“Counterpro— You’re talking like a fang-rotted field manual during sex?!”