Chapter 45 Kaelen
Kaelen
Slowly.
Fuck, but I’m repeating that word over and over again inside my head, chanting it as I watch Darian flex in and out of Lyra’s pussy, her body arching beneath him and his cock slick with her fluids.
I drink in every one of her soft little noises as I watch them closely, learning what movements push them higher, what makes them beg and moan and tighten.
I’ve always been dominating in bed. It’s written into my bones, and I don’t think I could turn it off if I tried. I need control in the bedroom. It’s part of the reason why Eres and I have always worked so well—because submitting for me is what makes him weak, and I adore every moment of it.
His low moan vibrates against my shaft as I run my hands over his head.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me, just like I demanded, and I tilt my head back, my eyes flicking between him and them until my release barrels down my spine and into his perfect, begging little mouth.
My hand reaches for his chin, pushing it higher as I spill and it drips down his chin.
I rub a little of myself over his lips. “Clean it up.”
All three of them are perfect. So fucking perfect that I’m fighting for my life between images of the three of them laughing together—at my damn expense—and the three of them bound and begging and dripping on their knees while my erevas pins them down and fucks the attitude right out of them, their asses reddened from the sting of my hand.
It feels greatly unfair that I’m going to die tomorrow without experiencing that sight for myself.
But this—having them here and close and together on this last night—it’s enough.
Seeing Lyra find her pleasure, when she’s had so little of it, is more than enough.
Seeing Darian as his face twists and creases with every shift of her hips, watching the perfect lines of his body and knowing all is settled between us, is enough. Even if it ends here.
Maybe.
My hands tighten against the chair as Eres traces his tongue over me, licking and cleaning until I pull him up.
He straddles my lap, both of us breathless as his cock brushes mine and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, kissing him roughly.
He melts into me as I move down, running my teeth over his neck and nipping at his earlobe. “Somebody feels needy.”
“I am.” His hands run over my hair, cupping my face, brushing my lips as if he’s learning every part of me, memorizing it. I run my hand over his shaft between us, rubbing at the liquid gathered at his thick head before I trace my finger around and push it between his ass, testing.
“Fuck, Kaelen.”
His eyes are bright and glassy, his hair chaos. I look over to the bed, watching as Darian shudders, as Lyra cries out. Sweat dots both of their bodies, and all I want to do is lick it from them. Her foot wraps around his leg, her face twisting as she looks toward us.
I sink my finger inside Eres as our eyes make contact. Her lips, puffy and swollen, part, her eyes turning lidded as she lowers her gaze to take him in.
It’s a beautiful fucking sight. I run my other hand over the skin of his back, teasing it as he almost ripples against me in a silent plea for more.
“Lyra is watching you.” I murmur the words into his ear without breaking eye contact. Her mouth opens wider, Darian joining her in watching as Eres shudders on my lap. “Watching me fuck you with my hand, Eres.”
He drops his forehead to my shoulder, pressing against it. A garbled moan is all I get.
My brows raise in silent question at the flush in her face. “I think…I’d like everyone here. On the bed. Please."
Whatever she wants.
I slowly pull my finger free, my hand squeezing the smooth flesh of his ass. “Bed.”
He shifts from my lap as I stand. Lyra takes in both of us as we walk toward her.
Both of us stripped, line after line of god-marked flesh on show.
Darian’s cheeks are darkened with a deep red as I lock eyes with him.
I run my hand over my cock, already feeling it stiffen once more, and he swallows.
I want him. And I want her. I want all fucking three of them, and I don’t have enough appendages to manage it. My eyes narrow as I consider the logistics of how we can arrange ourselves around Lyra.
“Wielder.” She’s almost smirking when I look up. “You look confused.”
My eyes narrow. “I’m planning, witch.”
Any hint of playfulness vanishes when she opens her legs. My eyes immediately fall between them, to her soft-looking, swollen pussy, coated in damp pale-gold curls and already filled with Darian’s release. “I’m not going to break.”
My eyes fly up. “But—,”
“I will tell you.” Lyra’s words are determined. “If I need to stop, or if you need to stop, or if you think I need to stop. I trust you. Don’t hold back for this, Kaelen.”
Her hand brushes between her legs. “And right now, I would like both of you to touch me.”
It’s a demand that my entire body responds to. I want to roll her over and show her exactly how I can touch her. Thrust into her so deeply that she feels me inside her for days.
I wrestle with indecision. I just don’t want to hurt her.
And both of us…I turn to Eres with a silent question. He’s breathing hard, his eyes shifting over the bed. And I watch as he goes to her, his hand cupping her face as he kisses her deeply. “Both of us?”
“Yes.” She almost hisses it when his hand slips between her legs. He toys with her, gently rubbing at her flesh until she’s twisting beneath his hand. “Please.”
“Dare,” I say roughly. His eyes shift to me.
If she seems anything less than mindless with pleasure. If we do anything that might drag her back inside that darkness, I need him to tell me. He knows her nightmares, which makes him the best person to protect her from them now. He nods in understanding as a plan forms in my head.