Chapter 14 #2
The shadows around us writhed with violent satisfaction, feeding on the raw intensity of our claiming. They whispered their approval, urging me to take more, claim more, mark her so deeply that she would never forget who she belonged to.
I reached between us, coating my fingers in her delicious wetness as I began to circle her clit.
She sobbed my name and then my brothers, her hands tearing at the furs on the bed as she gave up any farce of control.
I pounded into her relentlessly, chasing my own release as she convulsed around us.
The feeling of her climax rippling through both our connections was intoxicating—I could feel not just her pleasure, but the echo of it through Tarshi's bond with her as well.
It created a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to drive me over the edge immediately.
But I held on, driven by something darker than mere pleasure.
The shadows whispered their satisfaction as I claimed her, as I proved my ownership alongside my brother.
This was what they had wanted all along—complete domination, total surrender, the kind of possession that left no room for doubt or escape.
Through our bond, I felt her third wave building, her oversensitive body climbing toward something that would shatter her completely.
Tarshi's hands moved to her throat, not squeezing but claiming, his fingers tracing the marks that already decorated her skin—mine, his, Sirrax's.
The visual reminder of her other bonds should have driven me to jealous fury, but instead it only heightened my arousal.
She belonged to all of us, and we to her.
“Do you like this, Little Dragon?” I heard Tarshi murmur into her ear. “Do you love being fucked by me and my brother at the same time? Do you love the feeling of our cocks deep inside you?”
"Yes," she sobbed, her voice breaking as I drove deeper into her. "Gods, yes, I love it. I love feeling both of you inside me."
"Fuck," he gasped, his rhythm becoming desperate as he chased his own release. "I'm going to come inside you, Livia. Going to fill this perfect ass while my brother fills your pussy."
Her broken moan at his words sent fire racing through my veins, and I felt my control finally beginning to fracture. The shadows roared their approval as I drove into her harder, chasing the release that had been building since the moment I'd seen my brother holding her.
"Come for us," I commanded, my voice rough with power and need. "Come on our cocks, Little Flame. Show us who you belong to."
Her answer was a wordless scream as her third climax crashed over her, more violent than the others.
Her body convulsing so violently I thought she might break apart in our arms. My climax hit me like lightning, tearing through my body with an intensity that made my vision white out.
I drove deep into her one final time, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside her.
The shadows exploded outward from me, extinguishing several light orbs as raw power poured out of me unchecked.
Beneath us, I felt Tarshi's own release hit him, his body going rigid as he filled her from below. The sensation of him coming while buried inside her, separated from my own cock by barely anything, sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I crashed forward on top of them, wrenching her to the side and pulling her legs tight around me. I forced myself as deep into her pussy as I could, my cum still filling her up as she held onto me and sobbed into my chest. I felt Tarshi’s cock twitch inside her as he gently pulled out, but I wasn’t moving.
Not yet. The shadows had receded completely, and I felt like the sun was beating down on me after a long cold winter.
Her sun. Her flame. As she trembled in my arms, I held her tight, feeling more like myself than I had in such a long time, it nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Eventually, my breathing returned to normal, and I felt my cock finally softening inside her.
Even then, I was reluctant to withdraw, to break this perfect connection between the three of us.
But Livia was trembling with exhaustion, her body pushed far beyond its limits, and I knew she needed care more than I needed to remain buried inside her.
I pulled out slowly, watching as my seed spilled from her well-used body.
The sight should have satisfied the possessive part of me, but instead I felt only tenderness for this woman who had given us everything she had.
Tarshi was already moving, gathering her against his chest and murmuring soft words of comfort as aftershocks continued to ripple through her.
"I've got you," he whispered, his hands gentle as they smoothed over her sweat-dampened skin. "You were perfect, love. So perfect."
I reached for a cloth from the washstand, dampening it with cool water before returning to the bed. Together, Tarshi and I cleaned her gently, our touches reverent now rather than demanding. She was barely conscious, floating in that hazy space between satisfaction and exhaustion.
"How do you feel?" I asked quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
"Complete," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "For the first time in weeks, I feel complete."
The words hit me harder than they should have.
I had tried so desperately to fill the void left by her severed bonds, to be enough, but I knew now without a doubt that she needed more.
And not just Tarshi, but the other men. Her other men.
I was one among many, but she was everything to me.
The darkness stirred restlessly beneath my skin, feeding on the fear that was growing stronger with each passing moment.
If I let her go back to them, would she choose to stay?
Or would she realize that what we had was born of desperation and captivity rather than true love?
But watching her now, seeing the peace that had settled over her features for the first time since I'd brought her here, I knew I couldn't keep her caged. She was withering without her full bond, and my selfish need was slowly killing the very thing I was trying to protect.
Tarshi met my eyes over her head, and I saw understanding there. He knew what this was costing me, knew that every moment I held back from claiming her completely was a moment closer to losing myself entirely.
"She needs them all," he said quietly. "And they need her."
I nodded, unable to speak past the tightness in my throat. Tomorrow, I would have to make the hardest decision of my life.
Tonight, I would hold her close and pretend we had forever.