Chapter 29 Elodie #2
I can’t breathe at his close proximity, lost in his spicy scent that sends a shiver down my spine. Not that he notices. It’s almost like I don’t exist as he settles in beside me, eyes fixed on the screen.
Clearing my throat, I reach for the bag of spicy corn chips and do the same, feeling the rumble of the opening credits as it instantly captures our attention. I get cozy, lost to the storyline as the snacks go uneaten and my focus is drawn further and further into the movie.
The intensity builds as the main character fights to aid his lost love, and the air around us grows more blistering until the enemy jumps out from behind the corner, gun poised in his direction, and I scream.
Instinctively, my hands swing out, desperate for purchase as my lungs burn and my pulse thunders in my ears.
A snicker from my left snatches my attention, and I turn to find Rion chuckling at me.
I gape at him, jaw slack and heart racing as I try to take a calming breath, but it’s futile.
It’s only the sound of Kael clearing his throat from my right that pulls me from our stare-off.
My eyes don’t collide with the vampire’s, though; he’s staring at my fingers coiled around his bicep instead.
I gulp, embarrassment creeping up my spine, but as much as I will my fingers to release him, I can’t seem to move. My eyelids fall closed as my racing heart slowly starts to subside, but it’s not enough for me to feel safe enough to let go.
Taking a weak, deep breath, I shiver as I pry my eyes back open, and this time it’s to find his gaze latched onto mine.
The storm that brewed in his emerald eyes earlier is gone; all that’s left is a sense of certainty like I’ve never seen before.
“Sorry,” I rasp, running my tongue over my parched lips. “I wasn’t expecting that,” I add, still unable to move my hand, and he hums, the whisper of amusement pinching the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t leave me out,” Rion murmurs from my left, and the press of his hot skin against mine comes a moment later, sucking the remaining air from my lungs.
His thigh is against mine as his hand strokes down my arm and his lips press against my bare shoulder. I shiver at the delicate contact as my eyes turn glossy and my muscles tighten with anticipation.
The instant glint in Kael’s eyes tells me he sees the shift immediately. He lifts his free arm, his fingers ghosting over my hand, but he quickly redirects his attention to my face, capturing my chin.
“I thought you needed something to stimulate your mind after today, but it seems your body needs it more than anything else,” he mutters huskily, and I gulp, unable to deny the conclusion he’s come to.
Sandwiched between the pair of them is torture, feeling their bare skin against mine, godly.
“Are you saying our girl is in need of attention?” Rion breathes, his lips brushing against my skin as he speaks, forcing another shiver down my spine.
“I’m saying her pussy is mine this time, her mouth is yours,” Kael replies, his stare growing heated as he looks deep into my soul.
I blink at him, eyes wide in disbelief as I recall the last time I was maneuvered between them in such a way. Only, that time, the roles were reversed, and we were spread out across Professor Drayker’s table.
Damn.
“I’m not your girl,” I rasp before I get lost in them.
Kael’s hand tightens around my chin at the same time Rion sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me gasp.
“Whatever you say, Petal.”
His hand glides down my arm, dancing along my fingertips before he slips his hand beneath the sheets and finds my thigh. I clench my legs together, but the smirk on his lips confirms my inability to be discreet, yet it’s Kael who startles me by prying them back open again.
“Let’s claim her lips, Rion,” he grunts, staring up at me through hooded lids and long lashes, and my hand finally releases him, only to clench the sheets at my sides as Rion leans in, ghosting my lips with his in the lightest kiss I’ve ever felt.
My mouth follows his as he tips his head back, desperate for me, and the way his mouth curls into a sinister grin tells me I’m a puppet at his command, right where he wants me to be.
I should stop, I should think, and I should be stressing over the day, but instead, I’m reckless, I’m relentless, and I’m untroubled as I take what I want.
Slamming my mouth against Rion’s, I groan as he hums at the contact, nipping at his bottom lip needily.
It’s not one-sided, though; he’s as eager as I am and his fingers delve into my hair, curling tight as he feasts on my mouth like a man starved, all while I feel Kael’s hands coast over my legs, leaving me pliant and willing.
Then understanding of his prior words takes root.
“Let’s claim her lips, Rion.”
As Rion dominates my mouth, Kael snags my pajama shorts down my thighs, exposing my core before he runs his tongue down the seam of my pussy.
“Fuck,” I rasp against Rion’s mouth, feeling his lips, tilting up in enjoyment as Kael yanks me farther down the couch, just enough to grab the globes of my ass and tilt me into the perfect angle for him to devour my core.
My curse turns to a whimper of delight as his touches tease every inch of my pussy.
His teeth rake over my clit, puckered and desperate, but the harsh contact quickly melts away with the sweep of his tongue over the fevered flesh as he plunges two fingers into my center, swirling them with precision until I’m a writhing mess.
Instead of reclaiming my lips with his own, Rion grins down at me as he makes a show of removing his boxer shorts, revealing his cock, and it juts toward me, making my mouth water as I gape at the thick vein throbbing with desire.
Swiping my tongue over my bottom lip, he doesn’t need an invitation. Rion fixes the pillow behind my head before settling above me with one knee on either side of my shoulders. I can’t tear my stare away from his dick, but as much as I want to reach for it, I can’t; he’s trapped me in.
“Rion,” I plead, my voice lilting as Kael continues to explore my pussy, making my back arch up even more as he continues to bend me into position.
“Do you want my cock, Petal?” Rion asks, delight shimmering in his eyes. He already knows the answer, but I understand the game we’re playing; he wants to hear it.
“I want it, Rion. I want it,” I rasp, and he shakes his head as he wraps his knuckles around his length, making me groan.
“You can’t get what you want if you’re being so vague, Elodie,” he breathes, and I clear my throat three times before I find the strength to speak.
“I want your cock, Rion. Please.”
He taps the head of his dick against my lips and I shiver with excitement, letting my tongue peek through to garner the slightest bit of control before he shifts above me, adjusting his angle.
Parting my lips wide, he wastes no time filling my mouth, plunging to the back of my throat in one swift move.
Holy fuck.
I hollow out my cheeks, desperate to taste every inch of him as Kael does the same to me, twisting his fingers just right inside of me as he sinks his teeth into my needy nub, and I fall apart. Spasms ripple through me from head to toe as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me.
The pair of them together makes it impossible to deny the impending orgasm that’s always on the cusp in their presence.
It’s only once my muscles give out and I lie spent beneath them that they move. Rion retracts his cock to the tip before sinking it to the back of my throat again with ease as Kael gently kisses my clit before replacing his fingers with his cock.
Fuck.
I don’t know if I can survive this again. Not that I can express that around Rion’s cock, or that I’d even want to.
As Rion fills my mouth, flexing his hips to hit the back of my throat again and again, Kael hikes my ankles over his shoulders, pistoning his cock deep inside me with long, languid movements.
Groans fill the air; Kael’s, Rion’s, mine, I don’t know, but it’s the sweetest melody as they fuck me into oblivion. Every tantalizing flex of their hips is another swoop closer to euphoria as they take everything from me; at the same time, they replenish the well of need rooted inside of me.
Humming around Rion’s dick, I drift into another world, every fiber on my body attuned to their touch as they send me higher and higher until the only way down is to fall. Descending into pure bliss, I choke around Rion’s cock as my pussy clenches around Kael’s length.
Thrust after thrust, my frenzied climax shatters over and over again. Tears stream down my face as delight and wonder cling to me. Just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel both of their movements become jagged and hungry, chasing the high they’ve left me floating in.
Rion comes first, painting the back of my throat with his release, and I swallow him like it’s my only duty in life as Kael claims my pussy, every spasm of his cock sending me back into the sizzling ends of my orgasm.
Prying my eyes open, I blink up at Rion as he takes his cock from my mouth.
His eyes are closed, his head tilted toward the ceiling.
He looks ridiculously hot. I hate that I can’t see Kael, but the way he ghosts his hands over my thighs, keeping my ankles firmly over his shoulders, makes me shiver with ecstasy at his touch.
But it’s the slight movement to my right that garners my attention, freezing me in place the moment I spot it; spot him.
Thorne stands in the doorway of his room, cast in shadows with only the television light to make his presence known. I can’t see his eyes, his head is downcast, his hair draped over his features, but none of that matters. Not when his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock as he tugs frantically.
His breath is but a word, just one, repeated again and again before his desire falls in ropes from his length, coating his hand as he finds his release.
“Echo. Echo. Echo. Echo.”