Chapter 7 Luca
Seven
Luca
I should not be doing this. I should’ve never sat on the bed. Should’ve never kissed her. Kissed him. Tasted them both.
And yet, I’m going to. I don’t think I could stop myself for anything in the world. Just for tonight, I can let myself feel and experience all the joy, all the pleasure I bring to others. For one night, I can step out into the bright sunshine of love and sex.
I’m taking a huge risk. If Jupiter finds out, he’ll smash my fountain, maybe even take my wings. The edict is clear: I’m only meant to act as a guide. Interfering with the lives of unbonded mortals is strictly forbidden.
And even if I wanted to, I can’t just conjure a bond. They happen on their own, a manifestation of fate, love, and harmony.
But surely one night…fine, yes, I’m playing with fire. But one look at Anabel and Cole, who are gazing at me with love and lust written all over their gorgeous faces, and frankly I don’t care if I get burned. I want them. Both of them. And they want me, which is the headiest thought of all.
For one night, I want to know what it feels like to belong to someone. Not just someone. Anabel and Cole. These two people—these two mortals—who’ve awakened a vicious longing in me that I don’t fully understand.
It’s a longing that feels like fate, but that…that can’t be.
Anabel rises from the bed, joining Cole and I where we stand beside it.
Her hands slide up my chest, her nimble fingers working the buttons of my shirt loose.
Cole’s mouth finds the curve of my neck, and his lips are warm, his breath hot against my skin.
I groan, the rough, needy sound something I’ve never let myself make before. Not like this.
I turn to Anabel, cupping her face in my hands.
She’s so soft, so real, her blue eyes wide and dark with need.
I kiss her, slow at first, then deeper, my tongue sliding against hers.
She tastes like wine and fate, like something I’ve spent centuries secretly wanting but never thinking I could actually have.
Cole’s fingers brush the waistband of my pants, and Anabel’s hands join his, working the button free. The zipper hisses as she drags it down, her touch featherlight, teasing. I shudder, my cock straining against the fabric, aching for their hands, their mouths.
“You’re so beautiful,” Anabel whispers against my lips, her voice breathless. “You and Cole are the only men I’ve ever wanted like this.”
Cole’s teeth graze my earlobe, his voice a low rumble. “We’ve both been waiting. For each other. And for you. There’s something about you that makes all of this feel…complete.”
Their words hit me like a punch to the chest. This isn’t the worship of a god. It’s raw, honest, human want. They don’t see Cupid. They see me—Luca, the man who’s been alone for thousands of years, with only fleeting encounters as a meager antidote to the loneliness that threatens to consume me.
But for tonight, I’m not lonely. Tonight, I’m theirs, and they’re mine. One night isn’t enough, but I can’t be greedy. I’ll take the gift they’re giving me tonight and savour it for centuries to come.
Anabel dips her fingers beneath the waistband of my briefs, her touch sending a bolt of heat straight to my cock. Cole pushes my shirt off my shoulders, trailing kisses down my spine. I’m coming undone, unraveling, my breath coming in sharp gasps as they work together to strip me bare.
I’ve spent lifetimes giving love to others. But this—this is different. This is mine.
Anabel pushes my pants and briefs down, apparently done with teasing, and my cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head already flushed dark.
I don’t remember the last time I was this hard.
But with Cole and Anabel looking at me like I’m theirs, I’m throbbing, aching, harder than I’ve been in centuries.
Anabel’s breath catches. Her fingers hover in the air between us, trembling just slightly before she presses her palm to my chest, right over my pounding heart. “God, Luca,” she whispers. “You’re…”
Cole doesn’t wait. He wraps his hand around my shaft gives me a slow, testing squeeze. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, low and rough, his thumb dragging over the pre-cum already beading at the tip. His grip tightens, stroking once, twice, and I groan, my hips jerking forward without thought.
Anabel’s hands are everywhere—skimming over my shoulders, tracing the lines of my arms, her touch featherlight one moment, firm the next.
She presses closer, her body warm against mine, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“We want you,” she says, her breath ghosting over my skin. “Both of us. So much.”
Cole’s free hand slides into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back.
He kisses me, hungry and demanding, his tongue sliding against mine as his fist works my cock in slow strokes.
I groan into the kiss, my hands finding his hips, pulling him flush against me.
His erection presses against my thigh, hard and insistent, and I can’t help the way my hips roll forward, chasing the friction.
Anabel’s fingers trail down my stomach, her nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin just above my cock.
I break the kiss as she drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on mine.
Her hands slide up my thighs, and then her thumbs brush the crease where leg meets groin.
“I want to taste you,” she says, her voice steady despite the flush creeping up her neck. “Want to make you feel good.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, my thighs spreading wide, my cock jutting up thick and heavy between them. The sight of Anabel kneeling in front of me, pretty eyes glittering, her lips parted and waiting, nearly undoes me right then. My breath stutters in my chest, and my pulse roars in my ears.
“Look at you,” I growl, my voice rough with want. “Such a good girl on your knees for me, Anabel.” My fingers tangle briefly in her blonde hair, guiding her closer, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. She shivers, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her eyes never leaving mine.
Cole drops to his knees beside her, his breath feathering against my thigh.
His fingers trace the sensitive skin of my balls, rolling them gently in his palm.
I groan, my hips jerking up involuntarily, my cock leaking pre-cum onto my stomach.
“Fuck, Cole,” I rasp, my voice cracking. “Just like that.”
Anabel wraps her hand around the base of my cock, testing the weight of me, teasing me with light touches. She strokes me once, twice, her grip tightening, her thumb swirling over the leaking head, spreading the pre-cum. I groan, my head falling back, my fingers tightening in her hair.
And then she leans in and licks the underside of my cock with a long, slow lap of her tongue.
I groan, my hips bucking up, and my cock slides into her mouth.
She takes me in inch by inch, her lips stretching around my thickness, her tongue swirling, tasting.
“Fuck, Anabel,” I groan roughly. “Your mouth feels incredible. So warm, so wet. Just like that, cara. Take me deeper.”
Cole’s fingers continue their slow, torturous exploration, and he rolls my balls in his palm again, tugging gently, his touch sending sparks of pleasure dancing up and down my spine.
His other hand slides up my thigh, his fingers brushing against the base of my cock.
I glance down at him, my breath catching at the sight of his flushed cheeks and the way his eyes are locked on Anabel’s mouth as she sucks me deeper.
“Doesn’t she look pretty with my cock in her mouth?” I say, my voice a lustful rasp. Cole nods, his breathing jagged, his fingers tightening around my balls.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, a tremor in his voice.
I weave my fingers into Anabel’s hair, guiding her movements, my hips rolling up to meet her mouth. My other hand tangles in Cole’s hair, pulling him closer. He moans softly, his eyes locking onto mine.
Anabel works me faster with her talented mouth, her tongue swirling, her lips stretching around my thickness. She takes me deeper, her throat fluttering around the head of my cock, fighting against her gag reflex. “Fuck, sweetheart,” I groan roughly. “You take me so well. Such a good girl for me.”
Cole’s fingers tighten around my balls, his touch firmer now, his thumb pressing against the sensitive area behind them.
I groan, my hips bucking, my cock sliding deeper into Anabel’s mouth.
“And you, Cole. Such a good boy. On your knees for me, just like your pretty girlfriend. So eager to please.”
He lets out a shaky moan, his cheeks flushing darker, his gaze locked on mine.
Anabel works me faster, her tongue swirling, her lips stretching around my thickness as she sucks.
Everything inside me is tight and hot, pleasure coiling low in my gut.
I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips rolling up to fuck her mouth.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good, cara,” I growl, heat dancing down my spine.
Anabel releases me with a wet pop, her mouth swollen and glistening, her breath coming in sharp little pants. Before I can even react, Cole drags his tongue up the underside of my shaft in one long, unbroken lick. A ragged groan tears from my throat, and I pull him closer.
I didn’t know if he’d join in, or just watch. I wasn’t going to pressure him, either way. But now that his mouth is on me, I’m so fucking glad he decided to do more than spectate.
“Fuck—” I sound completely wrecked, because I am. “Look at you, amore, just diving in like you’ve been starving for it.”