Chapter 30
CHAPTER
THIRTY
Iris
T he world is in a haze, and it’s almost like I’m seeing it from the inside of a fishbowl, and when I swim close to certain parts things come into focus.
Like now.
Killian in front of me, my words in the air.
And the need and desire on his face fuels mine.
There’s movement behind me and I swim, into the pain and confusion, to see clear, Xavier’s darker skin, dark blue eyes, shaved head, scar and tattoos. And the sensual mouth.
I hone in on that. The desire he can hide with his gaze can’t hide in his micro tells.
I’m not even sure what they are or if I picked them up before, but now it’s a superpower, the softening of that unsmiling mouth. The slight parting.
He wants me, too. It burns in the air.
The three of us. A world of want. Desire and that sexual thing is what keeps the pain dulled, the confusion compressed.
I’m clear when I look at them, flying when I touch.
What will happen if they both take me?
Fuck me?
A fever ripples through me, heat radiating out, like it can capture them.
On the way here I lost it, I remember that. Delaying, denying, taking a dampener that I hoped would keep things at bay until I got here. My strange haven.
Mari thinks they’ll take me where I said I needed to go. To Pen’s.
But I don’t want to go there.
I don’t want what Violet had. Someone helping her through it without the sex. I want it how it’s meant to be.
And I want it with the men I choose to be with. Even just to fuck.
Even just for this.
“I’m where I want to be,” I whisper, pulling Xavier to me and kissing him. He takes my mouth with a hunger that unfurls more inside me.
Hunger. Need. Depraved desire.
I want to be taken by two men.
These men.
A bolt of pain hits, and I reach out to the source of relief, of what I know from the small tastes is more than just plain relief, it’s pleasure. They hold that, deep wells, for me.
I can almost hear that accented voice that softens the intonations I’m used to, that gives the words sensuality and the aural without sound is something my fevered brain’s come up with, but I crave that momentary scratching of my itch, the soothing of the pain.
Yeah , I can almost hear Xavier say, you don’t know what you’re saying, cupcake .
I kiss him again like his mouth holds the secrets to the universe and energy shoots through me. I turn, swaying, and grab Killian’s belt, pulling him down, rubbing my breasts against him. “I’m wearing too many clothes. Everyone’s wearing too many clothes.”
“Iris,” he says, voice a warning.
“Don’t.” I put my finger on his lips and half turn. I throw out my arm and catch Xavier as he tries to get up. We’re all on the haphazard nest. I can see it through the blur and the need, haphazard because they need to get out and regroup.
I don’t want to let them.
Last thing I want is to be a girl who’s deemed virtuous by pain. This is for sex and I want sex. I’m not looking for a mate.
“Don’t,” I say again. “Xavier tells me I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You heard him?” Killian asks sharply. “Did you say that at her?”
I glance back as Xavier nods.
Thing is, it’s hard to hold onto the moments of clarity, my fish bowls filling with too much of everything and I’m being dragged to the bottom. I need these two with a physical pull. Not to have them is going to hurt more than heat, and my skin’s already burning.
“But I know. And I want you. I need you. Both of you. Now.”
I start to rip at my clothes and Xavier’s arms close around me as Killian wraps the big towel tight, hands fists in the soft material that to me is like sandpaper.
Because it isn’t what I need. Their hands. Mouths. The lick of their tongues and nip of their teeth.
A cock invading, fitting, taking for the first time.
Every part of that’s a sweetness a piece of material can’t ever hope to provide.
I whimper and kick at the towel but Xavier doesn’t let go.
“Stop that, brat,” Killian mutters. “You don’t think this is easy on us, right? Because we’ll take you. Any man will take you.”
“You’d kill them first,” I snarl.
True . The word slams into me. Xavier and I sigh at it.
“We’re going to make you comfortable and go until we’re under control.”
I turn, drag Xavier down, and I kiss his scar, running my tongue along the length, the taste of his skin, the leather and the spiced honey is real and it morphs on my tongue into a nectar I need to survive.
I make a sound as I suck on his skin, and he arches back his head, mine filled with a purring growl of yesss .
But he manages to pull me off as though I’m nothing more than a bug, but he doesn’t let me go, and the warmth from his hands tempers the burn in my skin.
“We have to,” Killian says. “Fuck, how are you making me the responsible one?”
I look at him and try and get free. “You’re not. You’re reckless, you’d have fucked me against that wall. What, you need an audience?”
His eyes narrow. “I had one. And you’ve lost your mind to the heat.”
“No.” I struggle to keep my focus. If I look at one of them I have it. I have my world, or all the world I need. “I’m clear. I told you. I want you.”
I manage to break free and I pitch forward into Killian who grabs me now. There’s a buzz now in me, and the aching hurt builds and I push into him, kissing him, and when he tries to stop I kiss down his throat, licking, biting.
He lets me go and gets up. “Fuck.”
I start to pull off my clothes, getting tangled as my fingers stop working.
Then there’s a fierce growl, and it takes me too long to realize it came from Killian. He’s staring at me like I’m a meal and he’s a starving man.
“Fuck it,” he snarls. And then I’m pinned down, right as Killian rips off the bra and pulls up my skirt, exposing me to them.
And the beating throb of desire hits harder, and I can barely breathe.
Pain and need and want.
I’m dissolving down into all those things and the parts that will make me complete are here, not doing anything except…
Glittering eyes look down at me in silence. Two sets. Both blue, a different blue but the desire burning the same in both men. They’re barely hanging on, too.
It’s like time’s stopped and this moment is it. The one the world hinges on.
Xavier’s fingers pull back my panties, and they hiss and tear. Cool air touches my pussy and I moan.
“A taste to take the edge off,” Killian mutters.
He kisses me as fingers push into me, stretching me out, and pleasure rushes in, the kind that riles, yes, but also soothes the pain, smooths it down as he starts to thrusts.
Killian kisses his way down, his knee holding one thigh down, as Xavier does the same with the other. I’m open. Spread. Invaded. For them. By them. And he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling it with his teeth as he licks and sucks at the other.
Delight. That’s the word. Euphoric delight fills me.
I’m spinning upward and being grounded at the same time, the fingers stretch in me and flutters rush through my flesh as he starts on my clit.
A brightness hits.
One man, each breast.
Xavier inside me, Killian working my clit in round slow strokes.
But something changes.
I get hotter in a different way, like they’re feeding my fire and I’m feeding theirs.
The world outside us is so hazy it doesn’t exist. There’s only this. Only them.
Only my pleasure that’s waiting to unleash.
The first wave almost makes me pass out, the fingers in me begin to fuck me harder, the fingers on my clit stroke me rougher and the mouths on my breasts, they claim me, each bite is bliss and a mainline to my clit.
The waves pound my shore harder now and I start to unravel more. He’s hooked his fingers, dragging them against a part of me that’s so insanely sensitive I try to pull away.
And that jolts them into a more relentless attack, holding me down, upping their game until I’m at sea. Until I’m lost in the storm of emotions and start to come hard.
They let me go. “No!” But they move down, kissing, and one sucks my clit then bites my hip…Xavier, and the other licks my pussy, driving his tongue into me, and I roll over the edge again, the heat throwing me all over and Killian’s mouth moves to my inner thigh.
So does Xavier’s.
My entire body shudders, even as I can’t stop coming.
It’s like there are two of me, the one that needs more and is focused now on them, the other a wild thing dancing to the passion and pleasure released in me.
But the focused one shudders, because both men start to kiss and suck, and now the orgasm tightens in and they bite me hard.
I soar, the orgasm different. I’m free, chained in gold, theirs, myself. I’ve stepped through a door and also come home.
It’s a wild ride, and as I start to ebb, their hands, frantic on me, turn me and suddenly a belt buckle clicks. My pussy clenches hard, the deep throb inside needing what’s to come.
I’m facing Xavier.
And he’s big. I grab his hip, claw at the zip and pull it down, freeing him.
Oh. My god.
I freeze right as something just as big pushes into me, stretching me out. And it’s tight, but I’m slick, so I mold to him, needing him, needing more.
I’m centered by that invasion, that homecoming.
Clarity pins me to the spot and pleasure blooms, obliterating the insanity that started to bubble up. And the pain. It’s gone.
I clench my teeth as Killian slides back, my pussy clinging to him, and I sigh as he pushes back in.
“It’s not enough,” I say, hissing out the words. “Hard. Make it hurt.”
Make it good, I mean, I don’t know?—
He slams into me and takes my virginity. The moment has no time for sweetness. I don’t want sweetness, and I want them both, so I go on instinct, on what I’ve seen, and I run my fingers down the hot silk and steel of Xavier the curve of his magnificent cock, and I open my mouth, and lick.
He makes a sound, and in my head, I hear him again . Yes…sweet cupcake…
He’s so hard and big that I’m not even sure he’ll fit in my mouth. But I stretch, and as Killian hammers up into me bottoming out, I suck harder and I push back at Killian.
It’s like Killian’s where he belongs. My pussy clings to him each time he withdraws, I let the push of him push me further onto Xavier and soon I’m totally gone, the cock in my mouth is something I can only stroke the underside with as he pins my tongue down.
I’m being battered by sensation from everywhere. And it’s exquisite. I want Killian to fuck me harder. I want Xavier to use my mouth like a pussy.
Even though he’s big and shouldn’t fit in, he does.
It’s like being choked in the best way, I can’t breathe and drool spills.
But I can take him in, past the gagging to the back of my throat and the singing pleasure from them on either end soothes out the last of the pain and even as I’m ready to scream out for more, they go harder.
Extreme Alpha and Omega porn has mouth knotting. We screamed in horrified laughter when Quinn saw it on a clip. Desperate, I want to feel it. Mouth and pussy. But the mouth intrigues and scares me. I’m not sure I can.
Xavier’s starting to swell, and god…can I? He must hear me because he doesn’t knot. Instead, Xavier comes, in great bursts of hot liquid I swallow down.
He holds, letting me suckle even as his hands on my face shake, and then my focus wholly shifts.
Killian. He’s bottoming out in savage, deep strokes that I covet more of. But he howls as I start to come, my pussy clenching down on him, my entire body shaking and my arms threaten to collapse but Xavier has me and everything turns over to Killian’s big cock buried in me.
It swells. So big, like he’s going to rip me apart and he fucks me harder and then slams balls deep, grabbing my hips.
Incredibly, I’m still coming. It’s a storming sea of pleasure that’s battering me and Killian comes hard, then begins to hammer hard as those hot spurts hit me inside.
Nothing’s measured. Nothing’s thought out. It’s pure animalistic fucking.
Frantic and sublime.
Suddenly I get he didn’t knot because he holds me right then, and that knot blooms to its full size, triggering something inside me. I fall into Xavier’s arms, pulling off from his cock, and I cry out. I’m in overdrive. I’m freefalling. Everything is right in the world.
This is beyond sublime.
This is nirvana.
Everything glowing bright in me.
Killian half collapses on me as the knot slowly deflates and he undulates in me, as Xavier slips three fingers in my mouth for me to suck on.
I want a cock, not fingers. I want more sex.
When they finally pull out, cock and fingers respectively, something isn’t right.
The haze settles in and the itch is back.
What was it that Killian said to me? No one will ever fuck me the way they’ll fuck me?
I want that.
I need that.
“I need more.”