EPILOGUE #6
Then he gathers me in his arms and turns us so he’s lying underneath me, and I’m sprawled out on his chest with his cock still deep inside me.
Behind me, Sylus aligns himself, the head of his cock pressing against my ass. He moves with the same care, his hands gripping my hips as he sinks into me.
The ache is exquisite, a fullness that borders on overwhelming.
Holy shit.
“Fucking hell.” Ace grunts from somewhere behind Sylus.
The friction, the stretch, the intensity, it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“Goddamn,” Sylus groans out. “She’s so tight. You feel that, Koen?”
“I feel it,” Koen replies, his voice tight with restraint. “Let’s see if she does. Wake up.”
My eyes snap open, and I gasp, my hands clawing at the sheets as I feel both of them moving inside me, their cocks filling me completely. “F-fu-uck!”
Koen’s hand grips my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Color, precious?”
“Green,” I pant out, my body trembling.
“Good girl,” Koen murmurs, his thrusts deepening. “Look at you, taking two cocks at once. Two husbands at once.” His voice is low, teasing, dripping with dominance, and it lights a fire beneath my skin.
Sylus’s fingers drag along the curve of my waist, leaving a trail of heat behind before they settle on my hips, holding me steady.
With each pull, he drives me back against him, his cock stretching me further, fuller, until the ache melts into a molten pleasure that threatens to swallow me whole.
The rhythm they set is relentless, perfectly in sync, and the fullness is an ache that makes my mind a haze of pleasure, my body caught between them as they take me.
Koen’s hand snakes into my hair, and he pulls me roughly toward him. His mouth captures mine in a kiss so demanding it feels like he’s trying to devour every last shred of control I have. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, sending sparks of pain-tinged pleasure skittering through me. “Sleep.”
My body slackens instantly, sinking forward against him, the trance wrapping me in a haze of safety even as the sensations beneath it grow sharper, more pronounced.
Sylus’s teeth graze the skin at the back of my neck, and a silent cry echoes through my mind.
The sharp sting of his bite melts into a searing warmth that courses down my spine, pooling low in my belly.
His hands roam over my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, and the cool brush of air against my wet, stretched skin contrasts with the heat of their bodies pressed against mine.
Koen’s pelvis grinds against me, the roughness of his movements perfectly angled to press against my clit. It’s maddening, and my muscles clench involuntarily, trying to chase the friction I can’t control.
“She’s close.” Sylus’s voice vibrates against my damp skin. His hips slam against me harder, the slap of his body meeting mine echoing through the space. “God, she’s going to fall apart like this. Wake her.”
“Wake up.”
“F-fuck!” I cry out, my fingers clawing at Koen’s chest beneath me.
My body jolts, arching between them as if it’s trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure but also begging for more.
Every thrust from Sylus drives deeper, his cock stretching my ass almost unbearably, while Koen’s relentless rhythm in my pussy fills every other inch of me.
The overwhelming fullness, the friction, the sharp jolts of sensation, they all collide, leaving me trembling, my muscles quivering with the effort to hold myself together.
Koen grips my hair tighter, pulling my head back until my eyes meet his. His gaze burns, dark and possessive, as if he owns every inch of me, and God, right now, he does. “Color, precious?”
“Green,” I pant, my voice trembling with need and the tiniest edge of desperation. “So fucking green, fuck, I think I—”
My thighs tremble, my toes curl, and the sharp burn of overstimulation melds with the intense pleasure, winding tighter and tighter in my core.
Koen’s thumb finds my clit, circling it with maddening precision, and I break. My vision whites out as the orgasm crashes through me and I moan, every nerve alight as my muscles convulse around them both.
Ace’s voice is hoarse. “Jesus, Trouble.”
Sylus groans, his rhythm faltering as he follows me over the edge, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he spills into me.
Koen’s movements grow erratic, his cock driving deeper one last time before his jaw tightens, and a guttural moan escapes him as he lets go, his warmth filling me.
I collapse onto him again, trembling and spent. My breaths come in shallow pants, my cheek pressed against Koen’s chest as his heartbeat drums steadily beneath my ear. The steady rhythm grounds me, even as my body still buzzes with the remnants of pleasure.
Koen brushes damp strands of hair from my face, tilting my chin up until my eyes meet his again. There’s a softness in his expression that feels like coming home. “You good, precious?”
Too overwhelmed, I can’t form words yet, so I nod. My lips curve into a faint, sleepy smile.
So fucking good.
Sylus’s hands glide down my sides as he leans in to press a kiss to my shoulder, his lips lingering like he can’t quite let go. “I swear, you’re going to ruin me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with affection and awe.
A lazy, contented chuckle bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me. “W-woorf it,” I whisper, the words slightly slurring as exhaustion pulls at me.
Koen shifts, carefully easing out of me, and Sylus follows suit. Their loss is immediate, leaving me feeling oddly cold and achingly empty.
“We’ll be right back, Sparkle.” Sylus brushes a kiss on my forehead before climbing off the bed. Koen follows him, muttering something about getting cleaned up.
The mattress dips slightly as Ace and Nicholas return, both shirtless, wearing only sweatpants.
Ace sits beside me, his hand brushing my hair back as he folds a warm cloth.
The first swipe over my skin makes me sigh.
Nicholas joins him, taking my hand in his as he works carefully, wiping away their mess with tender efficiency.
They move in tandem, their touches gentle and unhurried, as though they have all the time in the world for me.
“Love you, wife,” Nicholas murmurs, his lips brushing my temple as he works.
Ace nods, his ice-blue eyes softening as he folds the cloth to a clean side and continues. “So damn much.”
They finish their task with care before Sylus reappears in only boxers, tossing a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt to Ace. “For Sparkle.”
Ace catches them effortlessly, sharing a quiet look with Nicholas as they help me dress.
When I’m dressed, Ace lifts me effortlessly, settling me against his chest as he stretches out on the bed. Nicholas curls up against my back, his arms wrapping around me and his cheek resting on my shoulder. The heat of their bodies surrounds me, chasing away any lingering tension.
My thoughts drift, my eyes fluttering shut as my breathing slows.
I loved seeing Vegas again, the glitter and the chaos that brought me to them. But now, all I want is to go back to our home. Our place, where the world feels like it can’t touch us, and we’re safe. Together.
The mattress dips as Koen and Sylus return, squeezing into the bed beside us. It’s a tight fit, limbs tangling, pressing close. Sylus rests an arm across my legs while Koen’s hand brushes my hip.
My eyelids grow heavier, their warmth and presence lulling me closer to sleep. My heart swells with an ache of gratitude and love so deep it feels like it might spill out of me.
Magic isn’t in the tricks, or the illusions, or even the rush of Vegas lights.
Magic is in the people you share it with.
And it feels like magic now. Here. With them.
Everywhere with them.
Always.
As sleep pulls me under, one last thought lingers, settling over me like the softest whisper.
I didn’t need to steal this.
They gave it freely, wholly, and without hesitation.
Magic.