Vaelor #2
It works for a minute. Maybe two. She finds a rhythm and Trey finds it with her and the sounds coming out of both of them are loud and I do not give a shit anymore.
The shimmer flows across her body and she’s the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.
The bear in my chest runs a single long note underneath all of it.
Then she reaches forward.
Her left arm comes up to brace on his chest and I see it — the fraction of a second where her shoulder catches, and pain shoots through her. She tries to find another way to hold herself and can’t.
But she doesn’t stop.
Trey feels it. His hands come up to her hips immediately, trying to take the weight — and I can see from his face that he wants to fix it. He tries, but nothing is working and she’s determined not to slow down.
So fucking stubborn. I love it.
I move.
My hands go to her hips from behind. She goes still for one second when she feels me — then presses back into my hands. She makes a sound that I swear is only for me.
“You okay?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes.” Already moving faster. “Don’t stop.”
Trey looks up at me over her shoulder. Smirks.
His legs shift, making more room for me but then she rolls her hips and we both stop thinking.
The shimmer is everywhere.
Trey’s eyes keep closing and snapping back open like he refuses to miss a second of this. His hands are white-knuckled at her hips. He’s saying her name — Love, Love, Love — like he can’t stop.
She reaches back for me with her right hand. Finds my hip. Pulls.
I lean forward and my mouth finds her neck. My hands still taking the weight her shoulder can’t.
“Vaelor.” Barely there.
“You gonna come for him?”
“Yes.”
Trey groans and his eyes find mine over her shoulder. Fully gold. He nods.
She tips her head back onto my shoulder.
My hands slide up to her breasts as Trey takes over.
She grips my forearms where they’re crossed over her chest. Her nails dig in. I keep my hands on her breasts and she makes a sound that bounces off every wall in the room.
The shimmer is constant. Gold at her wrist.
Trey’s watching her face — his eyes fully gold and locked on her like that’s the only thing keeping him inside himself.
I shift my weight. Take more of hers. I can feel it in the way she’s holding herself — the slight lean, the way she’s stopped using her left arm entirely. I pull her back against my chest fully and my hands move to her hips alongside his, not taking over, just adding. Helping him move her.
“Vaelor.” Trey’s voice is three syllables of warning.
“I know.”
“I swear to god if you—”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re doing something—”
“If either of you stop—”
She cuts herself off because Trey moves faster.
The sound she makes goes straight to my cock. Her nails break skin on my forearms as she arches back into me. Trey groans and his hands go white-knuckled.
He is barely holding on.
“Nova—”
“Don’t stop—”
“Never.”
I pull her hips a little higher and Trey chases her thrusting harder. She cries out as she comes, her whole body locking as the mark on her wrist blazes. The shimmer spiking everywhere at once.
“Fuck—” Trey’s voice cracks.
I pull her up.
Off him, back against my chest, and he goes over — his hand wrapping around himself, one stroke, two — and he groans her name and spills across her stomach and his arm goes over his face.
Nova is breathing hard against my chest. She looks down at herself. Then at his arm over his face.
“Trey,” she says.
Nothing.
“Trey.”
“Give me a minute.” Muffled. “I need a minute.”
The laugh startles out of her. She claps her hand over her mouth and her shoulders shake and I press my lips together and look at the ceiling.
“You’re fine,” I tell him.
“I’m not fine.”
“You’re fine.”
“Vaelor I’m going to need you to not talk to me right now.”
Nova laughs harder.
She’s still laughing when Trey sits up.
He reaches over the side of the bed, grabs his shirt off the floor, and cleans her stomach without making it a thing. Then he pulls her down onto his chest and wraps his arms around her. She’s still breathing hard, her cheek finding the place on his chest that is apparently specifically hers.
I move to give them room.
Starting to reach for my shirt. Figuring this is the part where I—
Her hand finds my wrist.
I go still.
She doesn’t look back. Just holds it. Her fingers curled around my wrist in the dark.
Trey looks at me over the top of her head.
“Really?” he says like this can’t be happening.
She lifts her head.
“Really,” she says.
He looks at me for a moment. His jaw shifts. He practically rolls his eyes.
“I’ve got her,” he says.
I don’t hesitate.
She’s warm and close and already sensitive.
I move between both their legs. She arches up instinctively — her hips lifting, her ass higher — and Trey’s hands spread across her lower back and hold her there.
I take myself in hand and press against her entrance and she gasps at the pressure. Her whole body goes tense.
“Vaelor—”
I push in.
Just the head. She chokes on a sound and her hand slaps onto Trey’s forearm and grips. I’m gritting my teeth. She’s so wet and so tight and I am going to embarrass myself completely if I move right now.
“Vaelor.” Strained. Overwhelmed.
“Fuck.” Barely getting it out. “Give me a second.”
“You’re so—” She stops. Swallows. “God.”
“Yeah.”
Trey’s mouth is at her hair. His hands stroking slow up and down her back, steadying her, steadying both of us probably. She’s trembling. I can feel it everywhere we’re connected.
I push deeper.
She cries out. Her back arches harder and Trey holds her and I groan from somewhere low in my chest and keep going — slow, inch by inch — until I bottom out and we both go completely still.
The bear in my chest hums like a happy fucking bastard.
“Fuck.” My voice is gone. “Don’t move.”
“I can’t—”
“Don’t move.”
She laughs. Breathless and wrecked and laughing. And then she moves anyway — just barely, just her hips — and the sound that comes out of me isn’t human and she does it again.
I take a breath, because I can’t think straight.
Then I go slow.
“Vaelor.”
I don’t go slow.
Her hand white-knuckled on Trey’s forearm. His mouth at her temple, his arms pulling her back against his chest every time I push forward. The sound he makes when I move is low and wrecked like he can feel it too — the bond running it through all three of us, the shimmer rolling off her in waves.
The mark blazes gold.
All three wrists at once. The shimmer across her skin, across both of ours where we’re touching her. The bear cresting and I stop holding it back.
She tips her head back.
“Vaelor.” Barely there.
“Mmhmm. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
She shudders.
Trey’s arms tighten.
She comes first — loud, shaking, the mark spiking white — and I follow her with my head thrown back and Trey holding her through all of it.
The room goes quiet.
She doesn’t move for a long time.
None of us do.
Her cheek on Trey’s chest. His arms still around her. My hand on her back, feeling her heartbeat slow, feeling his underneath it.
The mark is warm. Just resting.
“Trey,” she says. Eventually.
“Mm.”
“You called me Love.”
His hands stop moving.
“Yeah.”
“You’ve been calling me Love.”
“Uhhuh.”
“I like it,” she whispers.
His whole body loosens on one breath. His arms pull her closer. His mouth at the top of her head.
My hand moves up her spine without deciding to.
I realize the house is too quiet below us.
The door opens.
Locke stops in the doorway, looking at the three of us.
At the marks, still glowing. At the three of us tangled together.
His jaw shifts.
“Really?”
I can’t quite read him.
“Door was closed,” I say.
“Was it?”
“I thought it was.”
“You thought a lot of things tonight.”
Kyron appears behind him. Hides his smirk, but I catch it.
“We were all thinking it, Locke,” he says. “You just weren’t fast enough.”
Beckett moves past them, staring at us.
Rane shoves his way into the room. He grins, slow and wide.
“So, you’re feeling better?”
Nova starts laughing. Shaking against my chest.
“Get in here,” she says when she can breathe. “All of you.”
Locke doesn’t hesitate.
Nobody does.