73. Chapter Seventy-Three
Chapter Seventy-Three
T he kiss is gentle at first, exploratory, as if Elias is giving me time to pull away. But when I lean into him instead, his hand comes up to cradle my face, deepening the connection. His lips are softer than Lucian's, his approach more measured, but no less intoxicating.
When we part, I'm breathless, caught between them like a ship between two shores. Lucian watches us with hooded eyes, his breathing shallow. There's no jealousy in his gaze—only heat, appreciation, desire.
"I've wondered what that would look like," Lucian murmurs, his voice dropped to a register that sends shivers racing across my skin.
Elias turns to him, a silent conversation passing between them—one built on years of friendship, of understanding, of boundaries respected and now, perhaps, redrawn.
"Your turn," I whisper, surprising myself with my boldness.
Lucian's eyebrows lift slightly, but Elias doesn't hesitate. He leans across me, one hand braced on my thigh for balance, and captures Lucian's mouth with his own. The kiss is different—more assertive, a hint of challenge in it—but no less affecting to witness. Something primal unfurls in my chest as I watch them, these two men who have circled my life in different orbits, now colliding in my presence.
When they separate, the air in the room feels charged, electric with possibility.
"Well," Elias says, his voice rougher than before, "this certainly beats counting sheep."
Lucian laughs, the sound vibrating through me where our bodies touch. "Lydia was just telling me about her insomnia."
"Is that so?" Elias's fingers trace idle patterns on my knee. "And were you planning to tire her out, Lucian?"
"I was considering it," Lucian admits, his smile wicked in the low light. "Before we were interrupted."
"Not interrupted," I corrected, finding my voice at last. "Joined."
My hand finds Elias's, and I reach for Lucian with the other. The three of us sit connected, breathing in sync, as the grandfather clock in the hall chimes four times, marking the deepest part of night.
"We should probably talk about this," Elias says eventually, always the pragmatist, though his thumb hasn't stopped its maddening circles against my palm.
"Now?" Lucian asks, his free hand sliding back to the drawstring of my pants, picking up where he left off.
"Later," I decide, tilting my head to expose my neck as Lucian leans in to press his lips to the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
"Later," they agree in unison, and I close my eyes as four hands begin to map the geography of my body, leading us all into uncharted territory.
My breath quickens as bodies shift and hands roam with increasing urgency, shirts and hesitation shed together. Elias lays me back against him, his chest solid against my spine. His hands paused to grope my breasts, squeezing them tightly as he pinched my nipples making me give a small yelp of surprise.
He chuckled in my ear making me huff but before I could scold him his hands moved lower. Pressing into my abdomen making me whine at the heat that is now pooling there and lower.
Lucian hovers above, eyes gleaming as his fingers hook under the waistband of my pants and panties and slowly begins to pull them down, His gaze never leaves mine as he moves inch by agonizing inch. I lift my hips off Elias to help move things alone, and then I'm bare beneath them, their combined heat washing over me in waves.
Elias's mouth finds the side of my kneck, while his hands slide beneath my arms, cupping my breasts and brushing thumbs over my already abused and sensitive nipples. I arch at the touch, a soft sound escaping as Lucian kisses his way down from my lips to where Elias's hands tease my nipples.
Moving so he was taking over the spot Elias had been taking, he greedily cups my breasts, looking at them like a man starved. He wastes no time, eagerly sucking a nipple into his hot wet mouth. He gives one hard suckle before rolling my nipple between his teeth before letting it go with a wet pop and repeating the same thing with my other breast. Somewhere behind him, Elias strips away his own clothes, returning swiftly to trace a hand between my legs.
His skillful fingers trail up and down my slit, pausing to press on my already hard and sensitive clit. I gasped as he used my growing wetness to slide his fingers up and down my slit once more, pausing over my slit to give it a light tweak before slipping a finger inside of me.
I gasped, moaning as he let out a low groan. “So tight and wet…” His words were murmured and I barely registered them as he began to move his finger inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit as Elias trails kisses and love bites up and down my neck. His hands move to my breasts and cup them gently. Even so my nipples are red from all their tasing and sensitive.
The noise that falls from my lips is more of a strangled groan that anything but it encourages Elias. He slips another finger inside of me while moving lower. My eyes snap open as I feel the bed shift and then a hot wet tongue trace over my clit. Lucian is between my legs, and I feel my eyes slide shut as he starts to eat me like I’m the first meal he’s had in ages.
“I-I-!” I’m trying to talk, to communicate what I need and even though I’m not making any sense they seem to know what I want, what I need. Elias moved so he was behind me again, I could feel his smile against my neck as he presses a kiss behind my ear.
“It’s okay, let go for us.” His words send me over the edge. My hips buck as my climax tears through me with a small moan that sounds more like a dying cat then the porno movie moans.
Lucian gave my still trembling flesh one more languid lick before he lifts his head with a groan to give me a sexy smirk as he snakes back up my body to capture my lips in another heated kiss.
I can taste myself on his tongue and it makes my head fuzzy—and when I reach for Lucian's sleep pants with impatient fingers, he has them undone in seconds. His arousal juts eagerly toward me; I slide a hand around it, marveling at the mix of power and vulnerability in his expression when I tighten my grip.He’s long and thick, everything a proper alpha should be. His tip is red and dripping pre cum. I want to taste it, to see if he’s salty or sweet. I give an exploratively stroke, using his precum as lube, I marvel as he pants and whimpers out my name.
“Lydia, gods…” The thrill of power I get as I move my hand harder and faster is almost addicting. The mighty alpha is a panting mess whimpering out my name like I’m his last prayer.
“Such a mean little omega you are.” Elias words are whispered, a light scolding that holds no bite. In fact his chin is resting on my shoulder watching me jerk off our alpha, his own hot hard dick is pressing into my backside. His hands are resting on my hips, his grip firm but not uncomfortable. Using my hips as leverage he rolls my hips making me grind into him.
I feel my insides clench with need as he throbs against me, one hand is still pull and dragging along Lucian’s hot throbbing length. The other is palming his balls, heavy and thick with seed. It makes my omega instincts flare to life and I need him, them in me.
“Please?” I don’t even have to say what I want, they just know. Lucian places a hand on mine making it pause mid stroke. His eyes are damn near glowing as he steps closer to the side table and opens a drawer pulling out a condom. I’m shocked by the level of disappointment that fills me. My omega instincts are begging for him to do me raw, to fill me with his cum.
It must have showed on my face, he came back towards us, concern in his eyes. “If you want to stop we can.” Instantly he goes from a sex god to caring boyfriend? Lover? I don’t even know what word to use. Right now I need him and Elias inside me in some shape or way or I’m going to go crazy.
“Don’t you even think about stopping.” The words would have sounded better if they weren’t so breathy and airy.
“As you wish.” Elias pressed a kiss to my neck as he gently urged me onto the floor in front of the couch. I easily settle onto my hands and knees, facing Elias as he sits against the front of the couch with me between his legs.
I can feel Lucian step up behind me, his body heat making me shiver as my gaze locks on Elias’ hot hard length. It's right in front of me throbbing and leaking pre cum. Lowering my upper body I take him in my mouth, groaning as Lucian gently runs a hand down my curved back stopping to palm my backside. Spreading his hand on one cheek he lets his thumb brush against my puckered hole while his other hand aligns himself with my dripping entrance.
With a groan he fills me inch by slow inch from behind. I moan loudly around Elias’ hard cock at the exquisite stretch, the perfect pressure of it.
His fingers dig into my hip as his thrusts speed up, moving with the soft bobbing of my head. Elias’ hand tangles in my hair pulling tight, encouraging me as I suck and lick. Popping off with a gasp, I use my hand to pump and work him while moaning as the alpha behind me speeds up slamming harder and harder into me. Each thrust takes my breath.
I barely have time to think or feel, just heat and pressure and overwhelming pleasure. My body started to tingle with the build up of orgasmic bliss.
“Touch me!” I gasp, disjointed but knowing they will understand.
Elias’s fingers slip down my jerking form rolling and rubbing my clit. The feeling of both of them inside me is enough to make me see white as my insides grip Lucian’s hard deep thrust with a vice like grip.
“ Fuck ! Lydia!” he hits that sweet spot inside me again and again as I ride out another orgasm, milking him for all he’s worth.I could feel his knot start to form as he thrusts into me harder. With one final hard stroke, he practically growls out my name as he pulls out as his knot expands fully and releases on me.
I’m not sure if its Elias or me at this point but we are both moaning out each others’ names at the same time. He pulses hotly spilling over my fist and onto his stomach as my own climax tapers off leaving me a shaking trembly mess with his length throbbing in front of me, still rock hard.
Lucian moves, taking me with him as he prepositions us, Elias pulls away as well before coming back with towels and damp wash cloths—pressing soft sweet kisses that seem at odds with what we just did but making it feel sweeter as I try to catch my breath.