Chapter 7 Oscar
Oscar
Ican’t keep my hands off of her. I want to trace every curve and dip… every imperfection on her skin. I want to brand her as mine once and for all.
It’s been torture as I've watched Lottie dance over the last two years, every curve of her body moving as she lost herself to the music. It was art. She is art.
“I’ve got you, Siren. We’ve got you,” I sign against her skin, my hands moving slowly, hoping she can feel how much I love her.
Archer’s lips brush against her sensitive area, and I watch on, enraptured as she gasps, her hands tightening on the edge of the covers.
He doesn’t stop. His touch seems gentle but insistent, and I watch her unravel under our joint attention.
I can’t help myself. My hands move to her face, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her cheek, and I kiss her, soft and demanding, as I feel myself lose control like I always do around her.
Lottie pulls back, her lips moving. “Don’t stop.”
As if I ever had any intention of doing so.
Archer’s hands tighten on her thighs, his fingers creating little divots in her skin…
marking her. he smiles, something filled with a promise as he says, “We won’t.
” Then he looks at me, his dark eyes staring into mine.
“I wish you could hear her little moans as she pants our names, brother. It’s sinful. ”
My fingers brush over her pebbled nipples, and Lottie’s breath catches. I sign, “So beautiful.” Against her skin, but she doesn’t seem to register my words, too lost in how we’re making her feel.
“Lottie,” I sign, catching her attention. “We’ve got you. We’ll never let you fall. Let us take you away from all of this. Let us show you that we love you.”
My words are a promise, a vow. I trace my hands down her shoulders, tracing the curve of her neck before moving lower, my lips following.
My stubble scrapes against her skin, and Lottie’s head tilts back, giving me more access.
I take it eagerly, my mouth finding the sensitive spot just below her ear.
My hands are everywhere, exploring her body with a reverence that I hope shows that I feel like she’s the most precious thing in my world.
My fingers brush over her collarbone, then down to her chest, where they linger on her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks.
I can feel the goosebumps covering her skin, the way she’s writhing under our touch.
All of this speaks to me more than her words ever could.
Yet there’s still nothing more that I could want than to hear how she sounds, hear her moan my name.
Would it be sweet like I’ve always imagined it would be?
Or would it be raspy, and filled with need?
Lottie gasps, drawing me away from my thoughts, and she arches into my touch. “What do you need?” I sign to her, needing her to tell me what she needs.
Lottie doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she reaches for Archer’s hand and guides it between her legs.
Archer doesn’t hesitate; his fingers slip inside of her with a slow, deliberate motion that makes her mouth part.
I watch them both with hungry eyes, my hands teasing her breasts, kneading them gently as Archer works our girl closer to the edge.
Lottie reaches for us both, pulling me down for a kiss that is all heat and need. It’s demanding, our tongues tangling as my hands never leave her body. I break the kiss, needing to see the way she’s reacting to Archer’s touch.
“I need you. Both of you,” she signs, her hands trembling.
Archer moves, his eyes telling me to trade places with him as we shed our clothes.
“Protection?” I ask, already reaching for the condoms I know Claire snuck into her nightstand.
Lottie shakes her head. “I’m protected. Let me feel you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I position myself between her legs, gathering her wetness on my fingers and using it to coat my cock. Archer moves beside her, his hand splaying over her skin as he teases her nipples with his mouth, his other hand wrapped around his cock.
I enter her slowly, giving her time to get used to me. I keep my eyes on her, making sure she feels every inch of me as I fill her for the first time.
It’s overwhelming in the best way possible—the way I fit inside of her, the way I want to worship her.
I start to move, unable to hold myself back anymore. I keep my thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through me and her, if the way her mouth has parted and the way she writhes under our touch is anything to go by.
Her skin seems to glow with a flush, and a fine sheen of sweat glistens across her collarbone and along the slope of her thighs. Her hair has fallen out of her bun, fanning around her, tousled and halo-like, clinging in soft tendrils to her temple.
She’s an angel.
A siren sent from the heavens to tempt me into damnation.
Something I would happily fall into for her.
Archer’s lips find hers, his hand slides down to where me and her are joined. His fingers brush against her clit, making her body convulse around my cock as she cries out. Cries of pleasure, I wish I could hear.
I can feel her getting closer to the edge, the tension building inside of us all with every thrust and touch.
“Let go.” Archer’s lips move against hers. “We’ve got you.”
Lottie listens so perfectly, pleasure crashing over her like a wave, pulling her under and leaving her gasping for air. I watch it all happen as her pussy clamps around me like a vice, my thrusts becoming more urgent as I follow her, my body shuddering against hers.
Archer’s hand stays where it is, drawing out every last bit of pleasure that he can while we are both spent and trembling, and he follows us over, spilling his come over his hand.
For a moment, none of us move, staying the way we are, tangled in a mess of limbs and sweat. Then I pull out gently, my hands moving to her face. I brush my lips over hers, moving them slowly so she can feel me saying the words with my mouth instead of my hands.
“I… Love… You.”
I pull back, staring down at my Siren with nothing but utter adoration. Her eyes are half-lidded, lips slightly parted; she is something not quite of this world—an otherworldly softness that I want to lose myself in again and again.
Archer kisses her temple, his arms wrapping around her.
Lottie doesn’t speak right away, and she doesn’t need to. Her body says everything her words can’t—pliant, trusting, and cradled between us where she belongs. I feel the soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathes us in, a faint tremble running through her limbs like the aftershock of a storm.
She’s weightless.
Raw.
Beautiful.
Archer holds her like he’s anchoring her to the earth, his larger frame curled around her protectively. His hand glides down her side in slow, reassuring strokes, grounding her. He’s whispering in her ear, though I don’t know what, but Lottie’s eyes are closed, a small smile on her face.
I reach for the blanket and pull it over her bare skin, tucking it gently around her. She’s warm but not overheated—just flushed from the rush. Still, I smooth my hand across her brow, brushing back damp hair, needing to do something.
“I’m going to get her some water,” I sign, gaining Archer’s attention. I press one last kiss to her cheek before sliding off the bed and putting on some pants just in case I run into Claire or Will.
When I get back, bottle of water in hand, Lottie is curled in Archer’s arms, her face buried in his chest as he strokes her hair.
He pauses, lifting his hands and signs. “She’s half asleep.”
I nod and ease the glass into her hands as I sit on the edge of the bed. Lottie’s eyes crack open as she smiles lazily at me. “Just a few sips, okay?” Archer says.
She blinks slowly, then takes the water, her fingers brushing mine as she drinks. I hold the glass steady for her, my other hand cupping the back of her neck. Her lips are a little swollen from kissing, and they part in a sleepy sigh when she’s done.
“Good girl,” I sign to her, and a flicker of a smile crosses her face. Archer shifts behind her so we can lie on either side of her, cocooning her in warmth. His hand stays at her waist, thumb lazily circling her skin, while I take her hand in mine and press it against my chest.
Lottie shuffles closer, her face pressing against my bare chest, and she hums softly, the barely there vibrations letting me know she’s happy even though I wish I could hear them. She settles between us like she’s always meant to be here, and I feel her breath warm against my skin, soft and steady.
Her fingers twitch in mine, curling a little tighter, like even in sleep, she’s afraid we’ll let go. Lottie shifts, her lips move, mouthing nothing coherent, and I brush a strand of hair off her forehead. She sighs, melting further into me, her body molding to mine.
I press a kiss to her hair, my fingers still linked with hers, and close my eyes, unable to believe she’s in my arms, finally feeling at peace for the first time in years.