Chapter 38 Rule #38 There’s only one way to truly reunite. #2
When it’s over, I yank her up to her feet.
We don’t say anything. There will be time later to discuss it, but I am too overcome with love for her to keep my hands to myself now.
Devouring her mouth, I pull her body against mine, knowing in many ways, she’s mine now.
I’ve marked her, and she didn’t just let me do that…she asked for it.
Julian stands and reaches for the soap on the shelf, dousing the black loofah before rubbing the warm suds all over each of us. It feels like a ritual, him cleaning us as if he’s tending our wounds. He’s showing his devotion and how much he cares about us.
It’s his way of saying that he will always take care of us. My surprisingly selfless prince. Not the ice-cold, soulless man we assumed he was.
Wrapping my hands around the backs of Freya’s thighs, I lift her soapy body into my arms. Her lips find mine as the bubbles are rinsed from our skin. Water droplets hang from her brow and nose as I kiss her.
Julian’s hand slides down my spine, and I feel the eagerness in his touch.
“Let’s get into bed,” he whispers against my ear. “I need to be inside you.”
I’d say there’s no telling which of us he’s talking to, but it’s my ass he’s grinding his hard cock against, so I’m going to assume it’s me. Heat floods my groin at the thought.
Suddenly, the water is off, and I set down Freya to wrap her in a towel. We dry off quickly before making our way to the bed. I toss her down, and she bounces against the mattress with a giggle.
Draping her legs over my shoulders, I kiss a line down her belly as she purrs with excitement. Her nails scratch my scalp lovingly. Then the bed dips behind me as Julian’s hard body finds me, his fingers gripping my hips with purpose.
It’s been a long night already, but there isn’t an ounce of patience in our bodies. We are ravenous for each other. Folding Freya in half, I dive for her beautiful, juicy cunt, licking a line through the seam. She moans, matching the sensation I feel as Julian’s lubed fingers prod my tight hole.
This isn’t about fucking or pleasure tonight. It’s a matter of expression. We are claiming each other. We are claiming us. In a way, this is how they are proving to me that we are forever, and they won’t push me away again.
With how good this feels, I will gladly accept their apology.
Freya’s cunt tastes like redemption, and I can’t get enough. My mouth is fused to her heat with her thighs tight around my ears. I lick her eagerly, devouring her pleasure as Julian works me open.
And when he finally presses his fat cock inside me, I growl so loudly against her, she trembles and shakes with a quaking orgasm.
He bottoms out inside me, and it has my dick dropping precum all over the sheets. I love the way Julian fucks. Hard and fast like he’s pounding me with passion and vitriol. I will take it all.
Hooking my arms around Freya’s thighs, I suck eagerly at her clit, using her body to hold me steady as Julian’s hips piston against me.
“Oh God, Archer!” she screams as she writhes and twists against my mouth. Her pussy pulses against my lips as she rides out another intense climax.
I’m so close to release it would take a breeze against my cock to make me come. But I need to feel the warm heat of her body before I do. She’s still trembling and screaming as I flip her onto her knees and yank her hips toward me.
“Yes,” she calls to me as I fold my body over hers.
Lining my cock up with her core, I let Julian’s momentum drive me inside Freya. She screams, clutching the sheets tight. Using them as leverage, she thrusts herself back onto my cock, so I hardly have to move. He’s fucking me from behind, and she’s fucking herself on my shaft in front.
We’re all moaning and groaning as one, a mess of limbs and flesh and sound. Warm breath against our skin. The moisture of our pleasure and our sweat.
Draped over Freya, I cover her fist with mine until our fingers are intertwined. Behind me, Julian thrusts in as deep as he can go, and he stills there. My eyes flutter closed from the sensation.
His fingers reach for Freya’s hips, and he pulls her in, hard. Then he just holds us there like that.
“Feel that?” he mutters with a raspy, carnal tone. “We’re one.”
We are one. We are one beating, pulsing body of desire. Our hearts beat in sync. Our breaths, our bodies, our blood. It’s all so fused at this point that not one of us could exist without the other two.
This relationship is now the most important thing in my life. And I will nurture it and care for it until the day I die.
Finally, Julian starts moving again. Freya does too. My lips find her neck, breathing in her scent as the pounding of our bodies carries me to another plane of existence.
When I come, it’s multiplied by their pleasure. Julian cries out, his breath stuttering with pleasure as I fill Freya with my release. It’s not just a climax, it’s a crescendo. Swell after swell of unending ecstasy holds me in its grip until it feels like I could die from this sensation.
The next time I open my eyes, I’m staring at the ceiling. Freya’s natural waves are in my face, and Julian’s face is on my chest.
“I could really fall asleep like this,” she mumbles.
“We can clean it up in the morning,” I reply, tugging her closer.
Before drifting off to sleep, I feel Julian taking my free hand in his. Peeling my sleepy eyes open, I watch him slip his ring back on my pinkie finger where it was before. Smiling softly at him, I see more growth in him than even he realizes.
The Julian I knew before would never have been so vulnerable. He caged himself off from the world so he never had to feel anything, but now he’s opening his heart for us.
“I love you,” I whisper against his forehead.
“I love you too,” he replies.
Freya is already snoring peacefully on my arm.
With his ring safely around my finger, I pull Julian against me and close my eyes.