Chapter 42 Lyra
Lyra
My heartbeat thuds inside my chest, so loudly that they must be able to hear it. But then Eres drops to his knees beside Kaelen, and I realize it’s not only my heart that feels that way.
His hands cup my hips. “You’re sure?”
At my nod, a ribbon of erevas climbs up my arms, wrapping around them and embracing my elbows to create a comfortable knot.
“Comfortable?” Kaelen asks.
His fingers are playing against Darian’s skin. Tracing the thin pelt of hair below his navel, tugging on it. Darian’s head bangs against the wall beside me, hips shifting.
I feel… hot. The pulsing between my legs that began when I watched Kaelen and Darian together only grows when Eres rubs his thumbs over my hipbones. “Tell me if you want to stop. Any time. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, Lyra.”
My tongue refuses to work properly, so I jerk my head. Eres slides his fingers between the trousers and my skin, dragging them down and over my hips and knees, until they reach my ankles. His breath hisses out. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I’ve never thought of that area of my body as beautiful. Never thought of it much at all, except during those days in a room. With Cindral. My body tightens involuntarily, and Eres pulls his hands away.
When I look down, he doesn’t move. “Only when you’re ready. And if that’s not now, there is nothing wrong with that.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He doesn’t look away. “We won’t get any pleasure from this if you’re not enjoying it, Lyra. If it’s hurting you, I don’t want it.”
My eyes blink away moisture. “It’s not hurting me. Just… slowly.”
He raises his hand. But instead of touching me there, he traces a mark at my hip. “Your riftlines are everywhere.”
His finger follows it, stroking over my skin. “Watch them for me.”
My head rolls to the side. Kaelen is tugging Darian’s trousers down, Darian pushing his hips away from the erevas wall behind us. My breathing grows tangled when his cock springs free. It’s thick, and slightly curved, rising away from him with a nest of dark, curly hair behind it.
Kaelen mutters something. And then says it again, as if in disbelief. “Your Binding riftline is on your cock.”
Darian looks torn between desperation and laughter, his lips tugging up but his brow creased as he stares down. “You never asked. Where’s yours?”
Kaelen shakes his head. “Later.”
Eres’s fingers continue their slow exploration, tingles dancing across my skin as Kaelen wraps his hand around Darian’s cock and squeezes. His moan is overtaken by my gasp when I feel Eres trace his finger between my legs at the same moment.
He does it again, and I shift. “Will you spread your legs wider for me?”
Barely a second later, I feel warm breath against my core.
At the same time, Kaelen runs his tongue over Darian’s cock, before he sucks it into his mouth.
And Eres’s fingers push that area of flesh apart.
My eyes close of their own accord as he laves his tongue in a deep, thick line, directly through the center of my body.
“Don’t close your eyes.” I open them, turning to face Darian. His eyes are wide and glassy, his cheeks a dark red. “Look at me, Lyra.”
It’s almost too much. Eres continues his movement, his tongue running over me over and over again with soft groans of approval in his throat. And Darian and I watch each other, our panting mingling in the quiet as Kaelen sucks on him.
It sounds…obscene. As if it shouldn’t be pleasurable at all. And yet my body feels overcome by it, every part of me lighting up, pleasure a lightning strike inside my veins, pulsing down through that center that Eres devours like a meal.
When he finds a particular place and sucks, my back bows. “Ah!”
I cut off the sound, and Eres pulls back. His chin is wet when I tear my gaze from Darian, midnight blue eyes glinting. “We want to hear you. Let those little cries out, Lyra.”
Kaelen releases Darian’s cock with a soft pop that has him groaning beside me. “Agreed. And next time, I’ll make sure I do exactly what makes you moan the loudest.”
Eres scrapes his teeth over that sensitive place, and my body begins to tremble. All three of them are watching me.
“Let it out,” Darian coaxes. “All of it, Lyra.”
He hisses, looking down. Kaelen is holding him again, his hand moving up and down, his thumb rubbing against the very tip. “Both of you. Together.”
Together?
But the trembling is building. My back arches, questions forgotten on my lips as it grows.
It feels like a wave, building from the place where Eres is tasting me.
His hands slip beneath me, lifting until my legs rest on top of his shoulders.
He uses his hands to spread me open wider, his tongue dipping lower, pushing in for a single, brief moment before he sucks once more, harder and faster—and I’m lost.
My scream mingles with Darian’s low, choked cry as we both twist around the bonds holding us in place.
Eres grips me tightly enough to keep me in place against him, his tongue softening in its movements until he stops with a final, soft brush of his lips.
“Your taste is my new favorite drink, Lyra.”
I can’t breathe. “I—that was—”
Pleasurable.
“It didn’t hurt.” Kaelen draws my attention, and I shake my head. My eyes drop to his hand, and the evidence of Darian’s release. As we both watch, he licks it from his hand.
I feel myself clench again, as if I’m not quite finished. As if there could be any more left inside me, after… that.
“Bed,” Kaelen says roughly. “All of us.”
Darian is silent. The bonds fall away, erevas unravelling to free us, and Kaelen and Eres fix our clothing before Eres kisses me. I taste something almost tart on his lips.
“See?” he whispers against me. “You taste perfect.”
When Kaelen pulls his shield down, we all stare out at the empty room.
“I’m going to assume that this is because we all face our deaths tomorrow,” Darian says mildly. “And not because you put up a sex shield in the middle of the goodbye party.”
“That’s a reasonable assumption.” Eres smiles at me, offering his hand. “Shall we, then?”
Kaelen offers his to Darian. “Are you coming?”
Darian stares at his outstretched hand as if it might vanish. Kaelen reaches forward, taking it anyway. “So there’s no room for doubt, you’re coming.”