Chapter 35 Lindsay #2
We pause in the center of the room, suddenly aware of the space. Of each other.
Nolan sets his notebook on a side table. Dorian shrugs out of his jacket, letting it drop to a chair. I stand between them, heart racing, but not with fear, because I want this.
Dorian moves first—slow, giving me time. He cups my face with both hands, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “You sure?” he asks, voice low.
I nod. “Yes.”
He kisses me, and it feels like sunlight spilling over my skin.
His lips are warm, teasing, coaxing mine open until I sigh into his mouth.
Nolan steps up behind me, hands settling gently on my hips.
He presses a kiss to the side of my neck, soft and reverent, then another lower, along my collarbone.
Tension starts to bleed out of me. It feels right. Both of them at the same time. Awareness sparks along my skin, the bonds with both of them feeling as though they are tightening with each touch.
Nolan’s hands tighten slightly on my hips when I sigh into Dorian’s mouth, as though he’s surprised by the sound but also pleased by it.
Dorian kisses like he does everything—confident, unhurried, like he already knows I’m going to melt for him. His thumb brushes the curve of my cheek while his lips move slowly against mine, coaxing instead of demanding.
Nolan inhales softly.
Then he presses another kiss to the side of my neck.
It’s gentler than Dorian’s—almost reverent. His lips linger there, warm against my skin, and I feel the faint tremor in his hands where they rest at my waist.
I pull back from Dorian just enough to breathe.
Nolan’s glasses have slipped a little again. His cheeks are flushed pink, eyes bright and uncertain in that earnest way that makes something inside my chest ache.
“You okay?” I murmur.
He nods quickly. “Yes. I just—” His voice softens. “I want to do this right.”
Dorian chuckles quietly beside me. “You’re adorable, scholar.”
Nolan groans softly. “Please don’t call me that right now.”
Dorian’s grin turns wicked. “Why? It’s accurate.”
I laugh, the tension easing from my shoulders. The sound fills the room, warm and real, and something in the bond between us hums brighter.
Dorian notices it, too.
His expression shifts—still playful, but something deeper in his gaze now.
“Feel that?” he murmurs.
I do.
The magic between us is alive. Threads of warmth stretching from my chest toward each of them, tugging tighter with every touch. Nolan must feel it, too, because his hands slide slowly from my hips to my hands, fingers intertwining with mine.
His thumb brushes across my knuckles, and the bond pulses again.
Dorian steps closer, his hand settling at the small of my back. The heat of him presses against me, grounding and steady.
“Looks like the theory works,” he says softly.
Nolan gives a quiet, breathless laugh. “Empirical evidence.”
Dorian arches a brow. “You’re flirting in research terms now?”
“I’m coping.”
I turn slightly, caught between them, and for a moment, none of us speak. Nolan lifts one of my hands slowly, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
The gesture is shy. Tender. And my breath catches. Dorian notices immediately.
“Oh,” he murmurs, amused and warm. “She likes that.”
I glare at him half-heartedly. “Don’t narrate.”
“Hard not to,” he says. “You’re glowing.”
He’s not exaggerating.
A faint shimmer of magic flickers across my skin where Nolan’s lips touched my hand. The bond tightens again, a soft pulse of warmth spreading through my chest.
Nolan blinks behind his glasses. “That’s… new.”
“Good new?” I ask.
He nods quickly. “Very good new.”
Dorian tilts my chin toward him again, brushing another slow kiss across my mouth—lighter this time, teasing.
“You’re the center of this,” he murmurs. “All of us gravitate to you, circling you like you are the sun in our world.”
He nips my jawline, causing me to gasp.
“Nolan, help me,” he says to him over my shoulder, his fingers brushing my shirt to tug it higher. They pull it up and over my head, leaving my top bare with the exception of my bra. Which follows with a quick flick of Dorian’s fingers at the clasp.
I catch Nolan’s mouth in a messy kiss that leaves me breathless.
My heart is beating wildly as I break the kiss, the shadows spilling around us—insisting on the removal of their clothing, too. Before long, we are each completely naked. And my body is singing with need and lust.
I reach down and circle Dorian’s cock with my fist, stroking once before reaching for Nolan with my other hand.
Using the advantage of holding their most sensitive parts, I move my hands together until I’m gripping them both and stroking them at the same time.
Pre-cum coats them, and moans fill the space. All of our magic twines together.
Dorian groans low in his throat, hips rocking forward into my grip. “Fuck, stormling.”
Nolan’s breath hitches, glasses fogging slightly as he watches my hand move on them both, holding them flush. His hips jerk involuntarily, chasing the rhythm I set. “Lindsay—”
I lean forward, capturing Dorian’s mouth again while my other hand works them faster.
Dorian’s tongue sweeps in, hungry and golden, tasting like sunlight and sin.
Nolan presses closer next to me, chest to my side, mouth on my shoulder, teeth grazing lightly as his hips get closer and closer to Dorian.
Dorian breaks the kiss, panting. “Bed. Now.”
We stumble toward it—hands never leaving each other. Silk sheets cool against my back as I pull them down with me. Nolan settles on one side, Dorian on the other. Their bodies are warm, hard, pressing against me from both sides.
Dorian’s mouth finds my breast—teeth and tongue teasing until I arch off the bed. Nolan’s hand slides down my stomach, fingers dipping between my thighs. I’m already slick, aching. He circles my clit slowly, while Dorian sucks harder on my nipple, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.
“Beautiful,” Nolan whispers against my skin. “So beautiful.”
Dorian lifts his head, eyes dark. “Let us take care of you.”
They do.
Nolan’s fingers slide inside me—slow, careful, curling just right.
Dorian’s mouth moves lower, kissing down my stomach, then lower still.
His tongue replaces Nolan’s fingers—hot, teasing, circling my clit while Nolan’s hand moves to my breast, thumb brushing the peak Dorian just left wet and aching.
I thread my fingers through Dorian’s hair, holding him there as pleasure builds fast and bright.
Nolan’s mouth finds mine again—deep, swallowing every gasp, every moan.
Their hands and mouths work in perfect sync—Dorian’s tongue relentless, Nolan’s fingers pinching and rolling until I’m trembling on the edge.
I come with a cry—back arching, magic flaring bright around us. The bond pulses, green and silver and steady, weaving tighter.
They don’t stop.
Dorian lifts his head, lips glistening. “Again,” he murmurs. “We want to feel you come apart again.”
Nolan kisses my throat. “Please.”
I nod—breathless, needy.
They switch. Nolan’s mouth between my thighs now, gentle at first, then bolder, tongue exploring every fold until I’m shaking.
Dorian’s fingers join him—two sliding inside me, curling while Nolan’s tongue circles my clit.
Their free hands roam—Dorian’s on my breasts, Nolan’s on my thighs, holding me open.
The second orgasm builds slower but deeper, coiling tight in my core. I clutch at them—fingers in hair, nails on skin. When it hits, it’s blinding, waves of pleasure crashing through me, magic exploding outward in blue and purple sparks.
They groan in unison, feeling it through the bond. Dorian’s cock twitches against my hip. Nolan’s breath is ragged against my thigh.
They move up my body—kissing, licking, tasting their way back to my mouth. I reach for them—wrapping my hands around both cocks again. They’re hard, leaking, hips rocking into my grip. We kiss each other, it’s messy and hot, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of my taste on their tongues.
Then Dorian kisses me deeply while Nolan trails his mouth down my neck, across my chest. They trade—Dorian’s mouth on my breast, Nolan’s on my lips. Hands guide me—turning me so I’m straddling Nolan’s hips. Dorian behind me, chest to my back.
Nolan looks up at me, eyes dark, glasses slightly crooked. “You’re sure?”
I nod. “Yes.”
I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. He fills me perfectly—thick, hot, stretching me just right. We both moan. Dorian’s hands settle on my hips, helping me move.
“Fuck,” Nolan breathes. “You feel…”
Dorian chuckles against my neck. “Perfect. She feels perfect.”
I rock slowly—finding a rhythm. Dorian’s cock presses against my ass—hot, hard, slick with pre-cum. His fingers slide between my thighs, circling my clit in time with my movements.
Pleasure builds again—fast, overwhelming. Nolan’s hands grip my hips, guiding me harder, deeper. Dorian’s mouth on my neck—teeth grazing, tongue soothing.
“Come for us,” Dorian whispers. “Let us feel you.”
I do—shattering around Nolan with a cry. The bond flares—green and silver light exploding outward. Nolan follows—hips jerking, spilling inside me with a low groan. Dorian’s fingers keep circling—drawing out every aftershock until I’m trembling, boneless.
But Dorian isn’t finished.
He kisses the back of my neck, voice rough. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
He reaches for the vial of golden oil on the bedside table, pouring some into his palm. He slicks himself generously, then drips more between my cheeks. His fingers follow—slow, careful, circling my tight entrance, teasing until I’m pushing back against him, needy.
Nolan watches—eyes dark, hands gripping my hips. He rocks up gently—small thrusts that keep me full and sensitive. Dorian presses one finger inside—slow, gentle, stretching me open. I moan, clenching around Nolan.
Dorian adds a second finger—scissoring, curling, finding the spot that makes me gasp and clench hard around Nolan. Nolan’s breath hitches—his cock swelling thicker inside me again as Dorian’s fingers rub against him.
“Gods,” Nolan breathes. “I can feel him… moving inside you.”
Dorian chuckles—dark, pleased—fingers working deeper. “Feel good, scholar?”
Nolan’s answer is a low groan, hips jerking up. “Too good.”
Dorian pulls his fingers out, lines himself up, and presses in—slow, careful, inch by inch.
The stretch is intense, burning sweetly, but the bond hums, low and soothing, easing the way.
Nolan’s cock throbs inside me, hardening impossibly more as Dorian fills my ass, the thin wall between them making every inch electric.
When Dorian’s fully seated—deep, thick, filling me completely—we all still. Breathing hard. Bodies locked together.
Dorian groans low in his throat. “Fuck. You feel…so tight. So perfect.”
Nolan’s head presses back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. “I can feel every move he makes. Gods, Lindsay…”
They start to move—slow at first, testing. Dorian pulls back as Nolan thrusts in, then they switch. The friction is exquisite—every slide pushing them against each other, making Nolan harder, thicker, more desperate. I’m trembling between them, pleasure coiling tight in my core.
Dorian’s hand slides around to my breast, pinching my nipple. Nolan’s fingers find my clit again, circling in time with their thrusts. The bond flares—bright, searing—magic exploding outward in sparks.
They move faster—deeper, harder. Nolan’s hips snap up, burying himself to the hilt. Dorian matches him—thrusting deep, grinding against Nolan through me. I cry out—overstimulated, overwhelmed, pleasure so intense it’s almost pain.
“Come for us,” Dorian growls against my ear. “Let us feel you shatter.”
Nolan’s voice is wrecked. “Please, Lindsay…”
I do—shattering around them with a scream. My inner walls clench hard—milking Nolan, squeezing Dorian. They follow—Nolan spilling deep inside my pussy with a broken moan, Dorian pulsing hot and thick in my ass.
We collapse together—tangled, breathless, glowing. The bond pulses—steady, bright, stronger than ever.
I don’t think I’m ever going to move from this bed. Fuck saving the world, I want more of whatever this was.