Chapter 38 LILY
LILY
I'm on the bed, my body sinking into Luan's expensive sheets, the fabric cool and smooth against my overheated skin.
The men are undressing around me, each moving at their own pace.
Erion first, always the least patient, already naked and magnificent in the low light filtering through the curtains.
Then Artan, more careful because of his injured hands, wincing slightly as he pulls his shirt over his head.
Luan last, methodical as always, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate precision before moving to his belt.
I'm not thinking in words anymore. Not analyzing what this means or planning what comes next or worrying about consequences.
Just feeling. Pure sensation washing over me in waves. Safety wrapping around me like a blanket. Surrender that doesn't feel like losing but like finally being able to stop fighting.
Erion joins me first, his body warm as he lays beside me on the mattress. Kisses me slowly, languidly, his tongue exploring my mouth like we have all the time in the world.
Artan settles between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider. "I want a taste too, bukuri."
His mouth descends, and I gasp at the contact.
Luan lays on my other side, mirroring Erion's position. His mouth finds my breast, teeth grazing my nipple before biting down with just enough pressure to make me arch. Then he sucks, soothing the sting with his tongue.
The combination of all three of them touching me, tasting me, claiming me. It's too much stimulus for my nervous system to process. Too much pleasure.
I come again, my body shaking between them, overwhelmed by sensation.
"Good girl," Erion murmurs against my ear, his voice dark and approving. "Shume e bukur. So beautiful when you let go for us."
Then Erion moves, shifting positions with fluid grace. Gets on his knees behind me. "Up, baby. On your knees for me."
I do as he asks without hesitation, trusting him, trusting all of them. Rise up on trembling legs and position myself on all fours.
Erion positions himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips.
Penetrates me slowly from behind, giving me time to adjust to the angle, to the depth.
Then he pulls my body back against his chest so I'm kneeling upright, my back pressed to his front.
One hand wraps around my throat, fingers spanning the delicate column.
Not squeezing. Not restricting my breath.
Just holding. Claiming. A reminder of who I belong to now.
Artan stands on the bed in front of me, his cock at eye level. "Open your mouth, zemra."
I do, parting my lips obediently. He slides into my mouth slowly at first, letting me adjust. Then deeper, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly before he pulls back.
Luan moves between my spread thighs. His tongue finds my clit while Erion moves inside me from behind, each thrust pushing me forward onto Artan.
The stimulation is overwhelming. Too much input for my brain to categorize or control. Pleasure from every direction, every nerve ending firing at once.
I think I might actually die from this. From how impossibly good it feels to be surrounded by them, filled by them, worshipped by them.
They maintain this configuration for what feels like forever. Building the tension. Pushing me higher.
Erion comes first, his rhythm stuttering as he spills inside me with a groan. His grip on my throat tightens reflexively then releases, his forehead dropping to rest against my shoulder as he catches his breath.
Then Artan, his movements becoming more erratic. He looks down at me, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "Are you going to swallow all of me, engjell?".
I nod eagerly around him, wanting to give him this, wanting to take everything he has to offer.
He comes with a low groan, and I do exactly what he asked. Swallow everything. Take all of him.
"Perfect," he breathes, his hand gentle in my hair. "So perfect for us."
Luan lies back on the bed, his body still taut with unreleased tension. Pulls me on top of him with strong hands. "Ride me, dashuri."
I do, straddling his hips, taking him inside with a sigh of satisfaction. Find the rhythm that works for both of us, rolling my hips, taking him deep.
Artan moves behind me again, his presence a comforting weight.
Kisses down my spine, each press of lips making me shiver.
His hands caress lower, tracing the curve of my lower back, my ass, then lower still.
His tongue follows where his fingers led, rimming me with gentle pressure that makes me gasp.
"One day," he says against my skin, his voice rough with promise, "you're going to take all of us at the same time. We'll fill every part of you. Make you ours completely."
The thought alone, the vivid image his words paint, the promise of even more intimacy than this. It pushes me over the edge.
I come hard, clenching around Luan, my body going rigid then dissolving into tremors.
Luan follows immediately, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he finds his own release, his head thrown back, tendons standing out in his neck.
Afterward, there's a moment of stillness. Of heavy breathing and racing hearts slowly returning to normal.
Then Erion brings a warm towel from the bathroom. Cleans me carefully, thoroughly, taking care of me with the same attention he gave to undoing me. The warmth of the cloth is soothing against sensitive skin.
"Good?" he asks quietly, his pale blue eyes searching mine.
"So good," I manage to say, my voice hoarse.
We all collapse onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs and satisfied exhaustion.
They arrange themselves around me, touching me with lazy affection.
Slow caresses that aren't building toward anything, just maintaining contact.
Artan's fingers tracing patterns on my arm.
Luan's hand resting on my hip. Erion's leg thrown over mine.
Grounding. Soothing. Safe.
Eventually we all drift into sleep, emotionally and physically spent from the day's revelations and this culmination of everything we've been building toward.
I don't know how much time passes.
Then I hear it. My phone. The distinctive chime of a text message cutting through the quiet from somewhere in the apartment.
I carefully extract myself from the pile of warm bodies, trying not to wake anyone. Slide out of bed. Walk naked through Luan's apartment, my legs slightly unsteady.
Find my phone on the coffee table in the living room where I left it hours ago.
A message from Sarah lights up the screen.
Lily, I need your help. Something feels wrong with the baby. I've been having pains. I can't reach Henry. Can you come meet me? Please? I'm scared.
My stomach drops. Fear for Sarah. Worry about the baby. Frustration with Henry for being unreachable when his pregnant girlfriend needs him.
I'm reading the message again, trying to decide what to do, when arms wrap around me from behind. Warm. Familiar. Safe.
Artan. He kisses my neck, his lips soft against my skin. His voice is still husky with sleep. "What are you doing out of bed, zemra?"
I think about what he just learned hours ago. About Mira and the baby that was stolen from him before he even knew it existed. About the grief still so fresh and raw.
Better not to mention babies right now. Better to keep that pain from touching this moment.
"Something's come up," I say carefully, keeping my voice neutral. "I need to go help a friend. It's urgent."
I feel his body tense behind me slightly. Then relax with visible effort.
I turn in his arms so I can see his face. Watch disappointment flicker across his features, quickly masked but not quickly enough.
Not entitlement. Just the natural sadness of wanting more time together after everything we just shared, everything we just chose.
I kiss him quickly, trying to reassure. "I'll be back. I promise. I'll stop at Jess's on the way, get my things, and then I'm coming home. Okay?"
He looks at me for a long moment, those dark eyes searching mine for truth, for certainty, for proof that I'm not using this as an excuse to flee.
Then he nods reluctantly. "Okay."
I get dressed quickly, pulling the clothes that are scattered across the living room floor.
Leave before I can second-guess this decision. Before the warmth of the bed and the pull of their presence can override Sarah's need.
But I'm not fleeing. Not running away from what we built tonight.
Just responding to life. To responsibility. To the people who still need me outside of this apartment and these men.
Because love can feel safe now, finally, after all the truth and tears.
But life doesn't pause for that. Life keeps moving forward, demanding attention, pulling me back into the world beyond these walls.
And this time, I'm leaving knowing I have somewhere to return to.
Someone to return to.
That makes all the difference.