18. Three Times the Ecstasy
Chapter eighteen
Three Times the Ecstasy
Lei
In my dream, sensuous pale light bathed the space. Wispy, delicate tendrils of misty fog caressed my bare chest, sending erotic shivers down my spine and tantalizing my senses.
I squinted, unable to see through the mist. “Where am I?”
An otherworldly hum vibrated through the air, and then Monique and Chanel materialized before me. Their naked bodies glistened with this shimmering oil.
I widened my eyes. “God, yes.”
Ten feet ran between us.
Due to them not moving forward, I was close to racing over.
Chanel's brown skin glowed. Her black hair rippled and waved within the mist.
I drink her all in—firm breasts and pebbled nipples, slender hips and a perfectly shaven pussy.
Chanel smirked. “You're so nasty, L.”
My heart raced.
Monique chuckled.
My view snapped to her, and this all-encompassing warmth hit my heart. It was crazy how she had already in this short time seeped so deeply into my soul.
She whispered, “You are really nasty.”
“I am.” My gaze lowered down to her big, round breasts with those large, dark nipples.
“You are breathtaking.” I licked my lips and studied her some more.
Her slim torso flowed into a sensual curve.
I slipped my gaze down over her taut stomach and drank in the sight of her pussy, so smooth.
Chanel spoke. “You brought her back?”
I kept my view on Monique. “I did.”
“Why do you think you did that, L?”
Passionate yearning coated the space.
I slipped my gaze back to Chanel. “Because I want to fuck the both of you.”
They strolled over.
A dark groan left me.
“And yet. . .you haven’t dreamed about me in a few days.” Chanel approached from the left with a seductive smile tugging at her lips. “It's been a while, L.”
My cock throbbed in my pants. “Too long.”
“I almost thought you were done dreaming about me.” She got to me and pressed her breasts against my chest.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. “I may never be able to forget about you.”
Chanel glided her fingers over the front of my pants, never touching my cock, yet teasing me mercilessly. “Do you still miss me?”
A surge of desire coursed through my veins. “Yes.”
Monique strolled to my right and trailed her fingers down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then, she brushed her lips along my earlobe, her breath sending waves of heat that surged through every fiber of my being. “Should I leave and give you two privacy?”
My body came further alive. “Please don't.”
Her voice dripped with sultry allure. “Are you sure?”
I met Monique's gaze. “I want you here. In fact, . . .I need you here.”
I was entranced by the intoxicating blend of Chanel's warmth against my chest and Monique's enticing proximity.
This was heaven.
Their hands roamed freely over my body, igniting dormant flames that had long yearned for release.
“Sweet L.” Chanel's lips claimed mine with a fierce hunger. Her wet tongue delved into the depths of my mouth as if trying to consume every ounce of my being.
“Mmmhmm.” Monique's fingers traced patterns of desire along my torso, leaving trails of fire in their path.
This deliriously horny anticipation burned within me, fueled by their intoxicating presence.
Chanel curled her lips into a devilish grin. “But can you handle the both of us?”
My cock grew hard. “Fuck yes.”
“We'll see.” With a flick of her fingers, Chanel summoned a plush velvet chaise lounge from the depths of the mist. It materialized beside us, luxurious and inviting.
Without hesitation, she guided me to sit down upon it.
Eager, I did just that. My body sank into the softness and she got right next to me.
Unable to resist any longer, I leaned forward and took one sweet, pebbled nipple into my mouth, teasing and suckling.
“Oh, L,” She moaned.
Monique did not waste a moment before joining us on the chaise lounge, her slender fingers trailing down my chest until they reached the bulge in my pants. “What should I do?”
My body hummed. “Any goddamn thing you want to.”
“Hmmm.” Monique lowered in front of me. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached for my pants and pulled out my stiff, throbbing cock. “I want this.”
My body responded instantly, every nerve pulsed with flaming desire. “You can have anything you want.”
I raised myself slightly to allow Monique to yank the pants further down to my knees.
Mist curled along my muscular thighs.
Chanel looked down at my cock. “My only regret in life was that I didn't bounce on that.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I should have fucked you when I was alive.”
“Wait.” My heart ached. “That's right. . .you're dead—”
“Don't think about that . Think about this .” Monique began stroking my cock. Those hands moved with an enticing precision.
Gentle, yet demanding.
And all earlier thoughts left me as I focused on her electric touch.
Then, Chanel's lips found their way to my neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Poor L,” Her voice grew husky with desire. “You missed out on so much pleasure when I was alive.”
I tried to process her words, but all coherent thoughts were quickly pushed aside as Monique's touch intensified, her thumb expertly teasing the sensitive tip of my cock.
Pre-cum spurt out.
Monique chuckled and then lapped at it.
“Oh, fuck.” It was impossible to resist the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me.
Her tongue darted out, tracing a torturous path along the sensitive rim of my cock.
The misty space grew hazy around us as their caresses intermingled, intertwining pleasure and desire in a dance that was as sensual as it was intoxicating.
Then, Chanel's hand slipped between Monique and me, joining in the caresses to my cock.
I loudly groaned.
Monique's touch became more urgent, her strokes quickening with a carnal hunger. Her eyes filled with lust and locked with mine.
I could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as Chanel and Monique continued their erotic display.
Chanel's lips trailed down my chest, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake.
Monique's skilled hand never ceased its tantalizing rhythm, pumping my cock with an expertise that left me breathless.
I was close to exploding.
Then, Chanel's nimble fingers wrapped around my cock, joining forces with Monique's exquisite strokes.
“Oh fuck!” My breathing shifted to fast pants.
My mind was awash with a tempestuous storm of pleasure and longing.
“I owe you, L.” Still stroking me, Chanel lowered next to Monique.
And both of their tongues danced along the length of my cock, taking turns lapping as more pre-cum spilled from me.
They drove me fucking wild.
Groans erupted from deep within my chest. “Goddamn it!”
As Chanel's lips closed around the head of my cock, sucking eagerly, Monique's hand gripped my length hard, working in perfect harmony with her mouth.
The intensity of the pleasure consumed me. My body trembled as I bucked my hips, desperate for release, yearning to drown in ecstasy.
Duck's voice entered my head. “Lei, wake up!”
“No. No. No.” I kept my gaze on them. “Just wait, cousin. I'm busy.”
“Wake up!!”
“P-please.” I held my hands up in the misty air. “Don't be so cruel.”
Someone smacked me hard on the back of my head.
Ah!
I woke up with my hands fisted. “What the fuck?!”
Duck's voice sounded in front of me. “It was time to wake up.”
My eyes fluttered open, and I was met with the harsh reality of a sunlit helicopter cabin.
Yawning, I sat up, disoriented and still throbbing with the remnants of pleasure from the dream. “Why the fuck did you wake me up?”
Duck scowled at me. “Because you were groaning loudly and a second away from pulling out your cock and giving us all a show, and I didn’t sign up for that.”
I blinked. “What?”
Chen, Hu, and Duck occupied the seats in front of me. Their bodies leaned against the comfort of their chairs, yet their exhaustion was evident in their slumped postures.
Duck glared. “You were moaning so loud you woke me up.”
“I wasn't.” I looked at Chen. “Right?”
Chen nodded. “From what I gathered, it was a very good dream, featuring Monique and Chanel.”
I pursed my lips together.
Yawning, Duck leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Now that you're done with your freak show, I'm going back to my nap.”
I turned my view to Hu.
He had his eyes closed. Deep, steady breaths left his slightly parted lips, giving the impression of someone lost in sleep.
But I knew better.
There was a certain tension in Hu's posture, a readiness that belied his seemingly relaxed state. It was in the way his fingers were wrapped firmly around his tiger-striped gun, a grip not of rest but readiness.
For the past two nights, Hu had been out, leading teams across the city, following every lead, every whisper that could give us a clue.
I scratched my head. “I wasn't that loud.”
With his eyes still closed, Duck groaned in annoyance.
Chen gave me a weak smile. “Perhaps, we should let Duck get a few minutes of sleep, before arriving at Utopia.”
I didn't argue with him.
Ever the strategist, yesterday, Duck had spent countless hours pouring over maps and information. His mind was always working, always planning. Unfortunately, that meant that he had not gotten much sleep and had been cranky with exhaustion the whole time.
I looked out the window next to me, checking to see where we were.
The helicopter hummed steadily through the skies.
We haven't hit the mountain range yet. But at least we're out of Paradise City.
I glanced over my shoulder.
In the two rows behind me, my main men mirrored the same fatigue that Duck and Hu did. They had also combed through the city and beyond with me yesterday, their resolve unbroken even in the face of these mounting odds.
Damn it, Yan. We didn’t need this fucking detour that you put us on.
We had all devoted the past day to an exhaustive, aggressive search that had taken its toll on us.
And nothing came from it all. Yan had vanished like a fucking dark shadow on a bright, sunny day.
Why did you have to take Chanel? I was going to say goodbye and return her body to the Killer Crows.
My heart ached as my thoughts drifted back to the yesterday.
I hadn't even planned on going.
But since I was already searching all over Paradise City for my sister, Chen thought it would be a good idea show my face.
It was the most painful moment of the week.
The somber faces and hushed whispers.
The tears and rage on the Killer Crows' faces.
The weight of loss hanging in the air.
Standing at the graveside, I experienced an overwhelming sense of emptiness.
Chanel's grave—devoid of her body—felt like an open wound.
Then, there were the actual crows soaring above, with their incessant cawing. They swopped and circled, angrily flapping their wings. Their dark feathers damn near blacked out the graying sky.
Had their presence at the funeral been an odd occurrence?
Or was it Chanel's spiritual disapproval of my losing her body?
Regardless, all the crows’ harsh cries echoed my inner turmoil.
Even more, Dima and even that idiot Marcelo attempted to talk to me, but their words evaporated into the cold air. There was nothing they could say.
Too much grief enveloped me.
So, I had done the only thing that felt right at the moment. . .I left. I jumped on my bike. There was this need for speed, for the rush of air and the blur of my surroundings.
Chen and Duck followed.
The rest of the night my men and I scoured every inch of Paradise City and surrounding cities, stumbling upon dead ends and unyielding paths that only fueled my desperation.
But I refused to give up, pushing myself through the endless darkness with adrenaline-fueled determination and drowning in obsessive guilt the whole time.
It ended up being more than a search. It was a pursuit tinged with personal anguish, a desperate need for closure, not just for me but for all those who had known and respected Chanel.
Still. . .no sight of Yan or any of her men came.
And. . .I had missed valuable time with Monique and hated that she had been on the damn mountain all alone.
Now, as the helicopter cut through the sky, the cabin was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of a body or a soft sigh.
None of us had slept properly, grabbing moments of rest in between the hunt. My men’s loyalty was unwavering, their dedication a constant source of strength, yet I couldn't help but feel a pang of more guilt for the toll it had taken on us.
Today is about taking a damn break.
Yawning, Chen pulled out his phone and typed, no doubt texting out orders to the men who were still out on the streets searching. His usual sharp demeanor had given way to a quiet, persistent resolve.
This fucking week might give us both a heart attack.
I looked out the window, watching the clouds pass by their shapes ever-changing just like the situation we found ourselves in. The murder of Chanel, my father's betrayal, the upcoming battle, and even the relentless search for Yan.
It had all blended into a storm of emotions and actions that had left me drained.
The only silver lining to this month was Monique.
I need her so bad.
These feelings, they were unfamiliar, unsettling in their intensity. Monique had just. . .swooped into my life like a force of nature, completely unexpected, yet impossible to ignore.
And sure my father had orchestrated some of it, but what he had not done was infuse Monique with the exact sort of charisma that I never knew I needed in my life.
I should have brought her with me on the search. Monique being there would have made everything better.
But wouldn't that have been too much for her?
A man couldn't ask his new lover to search for his old obsession. I had already kidnapped Monique and beat up her cousins.
How much more bullshit would she take?
The helicopter continued its steady hum, and I couldn't shake the thought of Monique from my mind. Her fiery spirit and undeniable presence had seeped into every corner of my being, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
While this week, this month had been an utter horrific nightmare, at least I knew what I wanted, and it was her.
But. . .Mountain Mistress? Was I ready for that?
She was different from anyone I had ever known—her spirit, her defiance, her unapologetic embrace of who she was.
She challenged me.
Questioned me.
And in doing so. . .I swore. . .she had begun to dismantle walls I didn't even realize I had built around my heart.
And it wasn't just the fact that she was gorgeous with a curvy body that I wanted to lick, suck on, and fuck with no mercy.
It wasn't just attraction, although that was undeniable.
It was more profound.
More perplexing.
Monique had stirred something in me that I struggled to comprehend.
I had spent so much of my life surrounded by the structured, often ruthless world of the Four Aces, where emotions were weaknesses to be hidden, where love was a luxury, I couldn't afford.
Where even my obsession for Chanel could not truly be openly discussed or dealt with.
Yet, with Monique, these long-suppressed feelings surged to the surface, raw and uncontrolled.
I'll be near her soon.
I moved my gaze to the sprawling mountains below, eager to get to Mount Utopia.
The soft light of dawn bathed the rugged peaks and valleys.
I'd damn near grown up among these mountains, constantly changing each time I visited them.
They had seen me grow from a boy into the man I am today, the leader of the Four Aces. They had been there, unchanging, as I faced the trials that forged me into this role, the blood rites and battles that had claimed both my innocence and many I cared about.
And I returned to them with the loss of Chanel and Monique at my side.
I swallowed, realizing one crazy fact that none of us had considered.
Monique is the first woman I've ever brought to Utopia.
I scanned the familiar sharp peaks and couldn't help but feel the tides of change stirring within me.
What does that mean? Is it certain proof that she should be by my side?
Monique's sudden appearance in my life was becoming a powerful force, changing me in ways I never expected. She was like an undiscovered trail in these ancient mountains—surprising, demanding, and brimming with possibilities.
Her energy.
Her strength.
Her unique perspective on life.
It all had started to shape a new terrain within my heart.
If she's changed me this much in a few days. . .how much will she change me in a month? A year?
Chen's phone rang.
I turned away from the window.
He placed it against his ear. “Yes. We're close. Is she ready?”
That must be Monique's men.
“Oh. Uh. . .okay. I understand.” Chen widened his eyes. “Did you get a chance to see what she wrote?”
I quirked my brows.
“What do you mean? Of course you could have snuck a peek while she was showering. That's why you are there.” Chen adjusted his glasses. “Next time do that, I don't want any surprises.”
Duck turned his way, spying on the conversation too.
“Oh no. Are you sure?” Chen closed his eyes and began rubbing his forehead. “Could it be. . .a very, very light blue?”
What the fuck is going on?
Sighing, Chen opened his eyes. “I'll call you back.”
“What’s going on?”
“Well. . .” Chen ended the call and looked up at me. “We have a small problem that you should let me handle.”