Chapter 10 Anabel
Ten
Anabel
Cole kisses me as Luca positions himself between my spread legs. I can feel Cole’s cum leaking out of me, slicking the way for Luca, and honestly, it only makes everything hotter. One man’s cum trickling out of my used pussy while another prepares to fuck me…um, yes please.
I look up at Luca, and my heart stutters in my chest at the sight of him above me.
He’s otherwordly in his beauty, and for a second I can’t quite believe that this god wants me—us—two mere mortals.
But he does. I’ve seen it all night in the way he’s looked at us, touched us, praised us. It’s real. It’s genuine.
I love Cole. And I think we both know we could easily love Luca, too. If only this could be more than tonight.
If only.
The thought makes my eyes sting, so I shove it away, focusing on the here and now, when Luca’s still here with us.
“Yes?” Luca asks softly as he notches the wide head of his cock at my entrance. I nod.
“Please,” I beg, wrapping myself around him.
He groans and starts pressing into me. He’s thick, the stretch relentless, and I gasp and squirm at the sensation.
He’s bigger than Cole and the stretch burns deliciously.
Where Cole’s cock felt like home, Luca’s feels like sin, in the best possible way.
I let out a whine, and Cole leans in and kisses me, soft and slow as Luca slowly works his way inside me.
It’s a tight fit, and it takes several moments before Luca finally bottoms out.
“Fuck, look at you,” Luca groans, his voice rough with awe. His arms shake slightly as he holds himself still, giving me a second to adjust to the feeling of being impaled on his massive dick. “You’re taking me so well, cara. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
I whimper, my nails digging into Luca’s shoulders as I cling to him. His cock pulses inside me, and I can feel every ridge, every vein. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
“She’s perfect,” Cole murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with worship.
His hands roam my body—palming my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers, tracing the curve of my throat.
Then his touch drifts lower, his fingers brushing where Luca’s cock stretches me open.
I can’t seem to do anything but moan and feel.
Luca chuckles darkly, his amber eyes glittering. He pulls out slow, so slow, and then slams back in with a deep, hard thrust. “Fuck—yes—just like that,” he growls. “Take it, cara. Take every fucking inch of me.”
Cole buries his face in my neck, kissing and sucking, his teeth grazing my skin as his hand slides down Luca’s back, tracing the flex of muscle beneath his golden skin. “How does he feel?” Cole asks, gazing at both of us with open adoration.
“So good,” I moan. “He’s so big, and I feel so stretched around him.”
Cole moans and kisses me again. “She’s so tight, isn’t she?” he asks, and I get that same delicious flutter I always do when they talk about me like I’m a sex object.
“So tight,” Luca agrees, pushing deep. “Her little cunt is milking me, and she’s so slippery with your cum, amore. Her pussy is fucking heaven.”
“Yeah,” agrees Cole, tweaking my nipple. “It really is.”
Luca groans, his rhythm picking up—deep, punishing thrusts that make my tits bounce and my breath whoosh out of me. His cock drags against every sensitive spot inside me, and I clench around him, desperate for more.
Luca’s hips snap against mine, his cock pistoning in and out of me with a wet sound that fills the room. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, and the stretch of him inside me is so intense I can barely breathe. He’s fucking me like he owns me—and right now, he does.
“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back as he drives into me. His cock drags against every nerve inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over until my vision blurs.
Luca slips his fingers between us, circling around where I’m slick with my own juices and Cole’s cum. Luca’s fingers are glistening when he lifts them.
“Spread nice and wide for me, amore,” he says. “I want to fuck both of you.” Cole moans and spreads his legs wide, feet braced on the bed. Luca reaches down, and I push up onto my elbows, watching as Luca teases Cole’s tight, pink hole, circling it slowly, gently.
Cole’s entire body jerks, his breathing ragged. “Luca—”
“Shh,” Luca murmurs, his cock still buried deep inside me. “Just feel.” His finger presses in, just the tip, and Cole gasps, his body tensing. Luca works him open slowly, his finger sliding deeper, fucking him in shallow thrusts while he keeps fucking me, too.
Just in case we forgot he’s literally the god of sex.
“Fuck, fuck,” Cole chokes out, his hips stuttering. His cock is rock hard now, dripping pre-cum like a faucet as Luca teases him. “I can’t—”
“You can,” Luca growls. “You’re going to take it, just like she is.” His finger sinks deeper, and Cole’s whole body shudders. “That’s it. Such a good boy for me.”
I’m already so close, my body trembling around Luca’s cock, my clit throbbing with every thrust. His free hand slides between us, his thumb pressing against my clit, circling it in tight, relentless circles.
“Come for me, cara,” he demands, his voice rough.
“Come on my cock while I fuck both of you.”
The filthy words send me over the edge. My back arches, a broken cry tearing from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me.
My pussy clenches around Luca’s cock, milking him as I shudder and moan beneath him.
Cole’s mouth crashes onto mine, swallowing my moans as Luca keeps fucking me through it, his finger still buried in Cole’s ass, his thumb still working my clit.
He waits until the last pulses of my orgasm have finished before taking his hand from my throbbing clit and moving it to Cole’s cock, stroking him roughly as he fucks his ass with his thick finger.
Cole’s cock pulses in Luca’s grip, so hard I can see it throbbing.
He lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard and then thick ropes of cum are splattering across his stomach, dripping onto Luca’s hand.
Still fucking me, he releases Cole’s spent cock and lifts his hand to his mouth, licking Cole’s cum from his skin.
“So fucking delicious,” he groans, pounding into me even harder. “Gods, I love—“
Luca’s rhythm falters and he thrusts into me one last time, burying himself so deep that it feels like he’s rearranging me. He comes with a long, loud groan, and then it’s like time stops.
One second, Luca’s hips are slamming into mine, his cock buried so deep I can feel him in my throat.
The next, all I can see is beautiful, golden light.
It pours out of him, out of us, and I gasp as his massive wings unfurl behind him, white feathers tipped in gold shimmering like they’re made of sunlight.
Feathers drift down, landing on my skin, my breasts, my thighs.
They don’t burn. They’re deliciously warm, and they dissolve into nothing the second they touch me, leaving behind this strange, glowing warmth.
It reminds me of the little hearts he conjured earlier and how they felt as they melted into my skin, only about a hundred times more intense.
My breath is frozen in my chest as I take in those gorgeous wings and the shimmering light filling the room. What does this mean? What’s happening? This didn’t happen when he came earlier.
Then I notice the mark over Luca’s heart, glowing gold and pulsing softly, like something alive beneath his skin.
My gaze snaps to Cole, and I’m surprised to see that his chest is glowing, too.
The same golden light shines through his skin, right over his heart.
My hands fly to my own chest, and when I look down, I see that my skin’s glowing, too. Like we’ve been branded.
Luca’s eyes meet mine, and the look on his face—
He’s stunned. There’s no smugness, no satisfaction. Only a kind of wondrous awe as he stares at the golden marks on our skin.
Golden threads shimmer in the air between us, weaving through the space like they’re stitching something together. My breath catches as one brushes against my wrist, warm and electric. Cole reaches for my hand, his chest rising and falling fast beneath the glow of his own mark.
Luca makes a sound almost as though he’s in pain, and then his vast wings are folding around us, blocking out the world.
The feathers are softer than they look, brushing against my skin like silk as he leans down, his forehead pressed to mine.
His breath is hot against my lips, his cock still half-hard inside me, and I can feel the way his heart hammers against his ribs.
“Anabel,” he murmurs, and the way he says my name, like it’s something sacred, makes my throat tighten.
Cole shifts beside me, his free hand sliding up to cup Luca’s jaw. The glow between them pulses brighter, the threads thickening, binding tighter. Luca turns his head just enough to press a kiss to Cole’s palm, his lashes fluttering shut for a second.
The light doesn’t fade. It grows, humming through my bones, through the places where we’re still connected.
Luca’s wings tremble, the feathers ruffling as he exhales shakily.
His fingers dig into the mattress on either side of my head, his body caging us in, and for the first time since I met him, he looks…
Hopeful.
I don’t breathe. I don’t move. The golden light still hums between us, and Cole curls against my side, his fingers brushing the glowing mark over Luca’s heart. I reach up too, my hand trembling as I press my palm to the same spot, our fingers entwined.
No one speaks, but the silence isn’t awkward. No, it’s thick with something too big for words. Luca’s wings are still wrapped around us, feathers warm against my skin. His chest rises and falls like he’s been running.
Finally, I swallow and ask the obvious question, my voice barely above a whisper. “What…what just happened?”