26. Essa
twenty-six
Essa
" T hat's cheating," I tell Seth as he moves one of his game pieces in a way that I know for a fact isn't allowed. It's been a while since I've played Lojan, but that doesn't make me a fool.
Seth's nose scrunches up as he hovers the piece above the board. "I'm pretty sure it's a move."
"If you're a cheater, sure," I tell him, my tail flicking on the bed close to the gameboard.
If I'm lucky, which I have been frequently today, he will end his turn and then rub my tail in gentle strokes as he waits for me to take my turn. It's both a distraction and makes the game last much too long since I'm taking extra long to maximize my tail strokes.
I'm lying on my belly, naked because there's no point in being dressed in our room. If I look down the expanse of Seth's back, I can see his butt. It's something I don't allow myself to look at often, or we will no longer be playing the game.
"Iddis showed us how to play the other day, and this was definitely a move," Seth tells me, swatting at the end of my tail as it flicks against his hand. Sometimes, it has a mind of its own. Sometimes, we're in agreement that we want him to touch me.
"Well, that was your first mistake because Iddis is a filthy liar and a cheat."
"Makes sense as to why he said only the light pieces were allowed to make it," Seth mumbles under his breath, his gaze returning to the board as his brows crinkle.
Adam's been in the bathroom showering for the last ten minutes, but Seth and I were playing before then. It's almost time for Niivi's wedding, and we're trying to kill time until we all have to get ready.
Seth frowns as he studies the board, his piece hovering over one place, then another, before he lets his head flop between his shoulders and places his piece down. It's a bad move, but he doesn't have many options, and none of them are good.
His fingers trace a line up to the middle of my tail as he tries to soothe himself for most definitely losing. I move my conquering piece over his, destroying it since he's left it open for attack. Seth frowns down at the board, but when he looks back at me, his eyes tell me it's all for show. I push the board out of the way, the pieces tumbling as they shift.
"We had a deal," I remind him, crawling up on my hands and knees as he meets me to close the space.
I drained my fangs earlier, so there won't be any accidental druggings while we're at my sister's wedding. When our lips meet, his warm and soft against mine, I'm not afraid of my venom having any effect on him. It helps that I've been able to drain the small amount that builds up every night when we lie with one another.
Usually, it's Adam who takes my bite, but last night it was Seth. His wound is still healing and tender, and any time he touches it and winces, I feel a mixture of shame for hurting my male and a lot of pride for knowing he has my mark on him. The act of biting is still not my favorite, but the end results are growing on me.
"Adam won't be happy to be left out," Seth whispers against my lips as he tugs my body close to him and falls onto his back, flopping onto the bed with me giggling on top of him. I throw a leg over him so I can straddle him.
"I'll let you tell him what we're doing," I tell Seth as I grab his face between my palms and press our lips together again.
There's no fight for dominance with Seth, no clashing of teeth or rough bites as each of us tries to take control. No, there's a yielding of his body and his trust in me.
"I can do you one better, but don't be scared if my eyes get all funny. I'm still in control," Seth tells me.
He doesn't give me a moment to figure out what he means before he closes his eyes, and his body jerks. When his eyes open again, they've clouded over and look like a dull version of his normal pale blue.
"He's staying in the shower but wants to watch."
"He's in here with you?" I ask, sliding a finger through Seth's curls to trace the side of his temple and down his cheek. Seth shivers and nods, his eyelids growing heavy with his desire. "I'm so curious about what all you two can do."
"You've seen most of it," Seth murmurs, leaning up toward me as though that will get my lips back on his, and it will, but I'm in no rush, not when I have both of my males right here with me.
"What else is there?" I ask, my fingers moving further down his body as I move to sit up on him. My tail's already wrapped around his thigh, the tip of it flicking over his cock and balls. I know when I've hit a sensitive spot because his abdominals flex in a delicious way.
"You already know about the mind reading, the heightened senses," Seth mutters, his voice catching as I begin to grind down him, my warm wetness making him slick. I ache to take him inside me, but it's worth it to tease him a little bit. Seth is so pretty when he's begging. He lets out a shaky exhale as his gaze moves to where I'm grinding against him. "I can calm him down when he gets worked up."
I can't stop my laugh from coming out. "I don't think I've seen you calm him down once."
"I can keep him pretty calm just being near him most of the time, but I haven't needed to pull out all the stops," Seth tells me, his hands moving up to cup my small breasts, squeezing my sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger until I'm the one gasping out and moaning my pleasure. "I only have to do it when he gets really mad."
"I've made him mad plenty," I remind Seth.
It's true, too. There were many times before Adam was willing to admit that he also found me attractive where it very much felt like he would much rather I be dead than be with either one of them.
"Oh, no, it's a different kind of mad," Seth tells me, his expression sobering slightly as his tone shifts to more serious. "Adam can get unnaturally angry, and I have to bring him down from that. It's what I was created for. Everything else was an accident."
"He gets more angry than he already is?" I say, disbelieving what I'm hearing.
I already know that much of his anger is a front, so he doesn't appear weak. That much I have gotten used to, and I know he's just a grumpy, rough, hard-to-tolerate male. I'm having a hard time believing that he hasn't shown the extent of his anger yet.
"He attacked me, and I'm to believe that wasn't him too angry?" I ask. I keep my hips moving because, as serious as this conversation is, we're still going to have intercourse.
"He wanted you to fuck him, don't pretend to be coy about it now," Seth laughs. I bite my teeth at him, and the laugh silences, but his playful smile remains. I trace his lower lip with my thumb, watching his features soften for me.
"And what do you want, Seth?" I ask, leaning down to lick the seam of his lips. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please," he whimpers, his breath warm against my lips, and he's just so soft and inviting, I can't help but lean into him again, our lips pressing into one another, our tongues tangling as I lift off of him enough to notch him inside of me.
I bring my body down, stretching to accommodate him in one smooth motion, our moans mixing as I wrap tight around him, clinging to him as I move with him. He bucks his hips up as I come down, our bodies smacking hard against one another while our mouths stay soft and caring. Seth tugs on one of my braids, just enough to get my attention. When I pull away, he gives me a devilish look.
"Want to see if you can make him really angry?"
"Right now?" I ask, the words turning into a cry as pleasure builds up inside me.
"Perfect time, don't you think?" Seth asks between grunts and thrusts.
"What do I need to do?"
Seth's smile is wicked as he palms my ass. I'm surprised when his tone turns needy and desperate, much like how he gets when Adam decides to tease him. "Whose cock is better, Essa? Which one of us do you like most in this tight pussy? Tell me it's me. Please, tell me you like mine the most."
My whole body goes taut like I'm a string being stretched to its limit. Seth's mouth is good for many things, and saying the right things at the right time is one of them. His eyes flicker from pale blue to milky white as his smile grows across his face.
"Oh, fuck please, Essa. Which of our cocks do you like more? Is it the one inside you right now? Tell me so I can make you come. I want to make you come so bad." His words are spoken right against my mouth, and it takes everything in me to even open my mouth with the pleasure building to a crescendo inside of me.
"Tell me you love my cock the most," Seth begs me, his hand moving from my ass up to the base of my spine, where my tail begins. "Please."
"I love your cock the most," I whisper as he grabs my tail by the base, and I all but go boneless on top of him as my climax sends sparks of pleasure through me. He finds his release at the same time, keeping a soft hold on my tail to keep me in place as though my body would release him until I'm sure I've drained every drop from him.
I'm faintly aware of Adam storming out of the bathroom. He's not as angry as Seth made him out to be because as soon as he sees us lying in bed, cuddling with one another, our bodies spent and our moods as high as they can be, he pauses his tirade, huffs in irritation before jumping into bed with us, soaking wet as he wraps his arm around Seth and tugs us both over so he can hold us.
When I begin to return to reality, I remind the males, "We have a wedding to get ready for."
"It can wait," Adam snaps at me, his hand a harsh hold on my thigh. I'm surprised he hasn't wrapped my tail around his hand to keep it close. He fucked me like that last night, using it to pull me back to meet his thrusts, and I came over and over. By the time he was done with me, I thought I was going to die from too many orgasms. "After that bullshit you both owe me."
"Fine, fine," I tell him, pressing my palm to his chest to help aid in calming him. "I love you both equally, minds, bodies, cocks. You both have all my love in all ways. But if it'll make you feel better, we'll suck your cock once we've caught our breath."
Adam's lip twitches in what could almost be called a smile.