Chapter 4 Chloe #2
“It’s about time. I will be back to discuss my information with you when this problem is resolved.” Pantar disappeared from the room.
None of us acknowledged his departure.
I jumped down off the counter and turned to them both in fury. “I can’t believe you two are ganging up on me!”
Oliver was starting to get mad now, “That’s not what this is, and you know it! I’ve let this go on as long as I’m going to.”
“Oh, really. You think it’s your decision?” I knew I was being irrational, but I’d gone too far to back down now.
“Firefly, you’re only hurting us both. If you can look me in the eye and honestly say you don’t want me, I swear I'll leave you alone. But if you feel the same way about me as I do about you, then you need to stop running so fast and let me catch you already.” Deshawn looked at me with a pleading expression.
Oliver pulled me into his arms and hugged me. Saying he spoiled me and tolerated my theatrics is an understatement. So, for him to stage this intervention, he must be fed up with me denying Deshawn.
I struggled for a moment, infuriated that they were making me face this now.
“You’ve denied him long enough. It’s time to come to terms with this.” My gentle giant said firmly.
I looked into his beautiful eyes and felt my anger draining away. It was time, and I knew with my very soul that Reverie would want me to be happy.
I nodded, then kissed his chest, taking comfort in his arms for a few minutes.
I pulled away reluctantly, then approached Deshawn. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“With everything that I am,” Deshawn spoke solemnly.
“Okay then. I’m done running.” I stepped closer to him.
“It’s about fucking time!” He pulled me into his arms and began spinning me around.
“Stop! I’m going to be sick, you crazy fool!” I couldn’t hold back my laughter.
He stopped spinning and squeezed me tightly. “You know what this calls for?”
“What?” Oliver asked, grinning.
“Sunday snuggles.” He lifted me and carried me over his shoulder back to my room, leaping onto my bed with me in his arms.
Oliver was right behind us and cuddled me from behind.
For the first time since Reverie left, I felt whole.
Before guilt could sneak in again, I felt Oliver kiss the back of my neck. “How about we take our Sunday Fun Day to the next level?”
“What did you have in mind?” Deshawn grinned.
“Maybe a little Faction bonding time?” Oliver asked, teasingly.
I turned onto my back, where I could look into both of their faces. I could feel Oliver's breath on my neck and Deshawn’s hand brush mine in a silent claim. Their gazes pinned me in place, different but equally consuming-one fire, one storm.
No one moved. Not yet.
My heartbeat stuttered, caught between them, every second pulling the air tighter, heavier, until it felt like the world itself was holding its breath.
“Look at me,” Deshawn said finally, voice low, deep, threaded with something dangerous.
I obeyed-not because I wanted to, but because resisting him had always been a losing battle. His eyes caught mine and held, heavy with heat and promise, the kind of look that unraveled walls brick by brick.
From behind, Oliver shifted-a subtle movement, but it made my breath hitch. His heat brushing my spine, his presence coiled tight like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike.
“You know what this means,” Oliver whispered darkly.
My lips parted, but no sound came out. I could feel the storm gathering around me.
“There is no turning back,” Deshawn finished Oliver's thought, then continued. “You belong to neither of us…” he paused, just long enough for his words to sink in. Then his gaze sharpened, “…we belong to you.”
And in that instant, I understood; this wasn’t about choice.
It was about surrender.
I nod in agreement just as their hands began to move simultaneously, undressing me like they’d worked together a million times before.
Deshawn’s hand slowly trailed from my shoulder to my stomach, the tip of his finger just barely brushing my nipple. At the same time, Oliver began to kiss and bite at my neck and the curve of my shoulder.
Deshawn whispered, softly, “Your skin is like silk.”
My breathing became erratic as their hands continued to explore my body.
Deshawn touched his lips to mine.
The kiss wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t desperate.
It was reverent—like he was offering something fragile and sacred with every touch of his mouth. There was no urgency in it, only a quiet devotion that unraveled my carefully built walls one heartbeat at a time.
When the kiss ended, I was done.
My body ached, and I needed them both at a level that couldn’t possibly be healthy.
Oliver smiled knowingly, and his hands followed the curve of my stomach, and then lower.
I spread my thighs just as Deshawn’s hand trailed behind Oliver's until he spread my pink lips with two fingers.
I gasped and arched my back when Oliver pushed one of his large fingers in my opening… then another joined the first.
“That’s it, Firefly. Let us make you feel good.” Deshawn murmured, biting the shell of my ear.
I was past answering, and when he began to flick my clit, I thought I was going to die of pleasure.
Oliver continued to fuck me with his fingers, slowly moving in and out of my body. “Come for us, La’ u alofagia.”
I had no choice but to obey.
My orgasm tore through me, a loud moan falling from my lips. I might have even blacked out for a moment; the pleasure was so intense.
Before I could catch my breath, Oliver flipped me over and demanded in his deep, rough voice, “Spread your legs.”
I did as he said, knowing my pleasure was far from over.
Oliver entered me abruptly.
“Oh, fuck.” I arch my back, taking him as deep as possible.
Oliver moaned darkly, “Our Nexus feels divine, brother.”
I gasp as his strokes become quicker and so deep I swear I could feel him in my throat.
I felt a hand tip my chin up, and Deshawn was kneeling in front of me, holding his massive cock to my lips. “Can you take me too, Firefly?”
I nodded, not knowing if it was true, but wanting him so badly, I was willing to try.
“Get me good and wet first.” He panted as I began to lick up the side of his dick, pressing my tongue firmly to the veins bulging under the delicate skin.
Oliver pulled out, and Deshawn slid down under me, holding his cock up in a silent invitation.
I gasped as I slowly lowered myself, enjoying the feeling of him being inside me for the first time.
I felt Oliver push me down onto Deshawn’s chest, then a warm tongue licking around my back hole. I startled and looked over my shoulder, surprised by the unexpected, taboo pleasure of his actions.
Oliver raised his head; the heat in his eyes was scorching. “Are you ready?”
I nodded slightly, then gasped out in pleasure-pain when he began to enter me slowly. “Breathe, sweet girl.” He moaned, “Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m not going to last.”
The feeling of both of them inside me was insane. The stretch was almost more than I could take.
They both paused, giving me a moment to adjust. Then they started to move.
Deshawn began moaning and cursing as they both found their rhythm. Both of my men growling filthy things that intensified our desire.
The pain was completely gone now, and nothing but pleasure was coursing through my body. They fucked me like I was their salvation, owning my body in a way that wrecked me.
The room was filled with gasps and moans; each one of us was lost to the intensity of the moment.
I felt Deshawn stiffen. “Cum for us, Firefly.”
At his words, I shattered. The pleasure was so intense that I thought I would die, my entire body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
“Fuck!” Oliver growled in a voice that didn’t sound human, right before I felt both men stiffen, finding their pleasure, and filling me with their warm cum.
We lay wrapped together, shivering in the aftermath of our bonding. My only regret was that it wouldn’t be official until we could perform the ritual.
Oliver stepped away, then went to the bathroom to get a rag. He started gently cleaning me as Deshawn went to wash up in the bathroom.
When we were finished, we all lay back down to cuddle…for real this time.
I hated that my bestie wasn’t here to talk to. But at the end of the day, I had to do what was right for my men and me.
Hopefully, Pantar and Mira would have the answers we needed to find her soon.