Chapter 30 Esme
CHAPTER THIRTY
ESME
The first thing I register is warmth. A slow, languid heat that wraps around me like an embrace, seeping into my bones and melting the tension in my muscles.
I drift in this hazy, golden sensation, not yet fully awake but aware of the way my body responds to the touch.
My hips shift slightly, a soft gasp escaping my lips as two slick fingers press deeper into me.
The smell of night jasmine and pine fills my nostrils, grounding me in the present. Locke.
Holding my breath, sinking in the sensation he is giving me.
It’s not just the physical sensation, it’s the intimacy of it, the way he’s taking his time, preparing me with deliberate care.
It’s been days since I’ve felt anything but fear, frost, and fire.
This, this is warmth. This is being wanted.
This is feeling alive. My body remembers what it means to feel pleasure instead of pain, to be cherished rather than hunted.
The constant vigilance I’ve maintained like armor begins to crack and fall away beneath Locke’s careful ministrations.
His touch maps me like uncharted territory worth exploring, worth claiming.
Each brush of his fingers against my sensitive flesh tells stories my voice couldn’t form if I tried, stories of survival, of hunger, of need so deep it frightens me.
Between the softness of the sheets against my back and the hardness of their bodies bracketing mine, I find myself anchored in the present for the first time in what feels like forever.
No visions pulling me away, no prophecies to fulfill, just this moment, just us three, just the sweet ache building inside me that promises to wash everything else away.
Sam isn’t idle either, his warm mouth wraps around my nipple and begins to suck. I moan as he switches breasts, feeding the same attention to each.
He teases my nipple with his teeth and I gasp involuntarily.
“She’s awake wolf.” Locke chuckles as he flicks my clit with his tongue.
My eyes spring open, the shock of sensation jolting me fully awake.
I try to squirm, but Sam’s palm presses firmly against my belly, pinning me down.
His grip is possessive, almost rough, and it sends a shiver of excitement through me.
I’m trapped between them, at their mercy, and the thought makes my heart race.
“I promised you that you would have us both, Angel. Are you ready?” Sam says, his voice low and rough as he leans in for a kiss.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me, tasting me, and I melt into it.
My lips part for him eagerly, and he swallows the sounds of my pleasure as Locke removes his fingers from inside me.
The kiss breaks, and I’m left panting, my chest heaves as I try to find my words.
“Yes. I need you. I need you both.” The words tumble out in a rush, desperate and raw.
After everything we’ve been through, everything we’ve survived, this is the only answer I know how to give.
I reach for Locke, and he answers, crawling up the bed with a predatory grace that makes my pulse quicken.
He descends on my lips like a starving man, his kiss fierce and demanding.
Sam takes his place between my thighs, draping my legs over his shoulders as he trails kisses down one leg, then the other, until he reaches my core.
My breath hitches as he parts my folds, his tongue flicking over my clit with a slow, deliberate precision that makes my hips buck.
“You like that, Starlight? You like the way your mate paints his face with your juices, how he drinks every drop.” Locke’s voice is a low growl against my skin, his teeth grazing my neck as he sucks bruising kisses into my flesh.
“God, yes. Oh. . .Oh, fuck Sam.” The words spill out incoherently, my body trembles with the overwhelm of sensation. Sam’s lips curve into a smile against my pussy, his tongue licks and teases, circling my clit before dipping lower to fuck into me.
“More.” I plead, my voice breaking. “I need more.”
“Tell us what you need, Starlight. Use those perfect words.” Locke’s breath is hot against my ear, his tone teasing but laced with hunger.
Sam’s laugh against my pussy sends delicious vibrations through me, and I moan, grinding shamelessly against his face. “I need to cum. Please. Fuck me. Now.” The command is raw, unfiltered, and neither of them hesitate.
“Good girl.” Locke plants a quick, hard kiss on my lips before pulling back. “I want you to sit on your mate’s cock. I want to watch you ride him while I take your ass. You think you can handle that, Starlight?”
The mental image of it, of being filled by both of them at once, makes my body clench with anticipation. “Yes,” I breathe, the word barely audible.
Sam kisses the inside of my thigh as he moves, untangling himself from me. I crawl up the bed, and Sam, with his back against the mattress, grips my hips as I straddle him.
I take his mouth slow with mine. My tongue delves deep as his arms wrap around me holding me the way I hold him. He trails his hands down my back to grip my ass, giving it a tender squeeze.
I pull back to gaze down at him, eyes hooded with lust yet soft with affection. He smirks up at me, his grip tightening on my hips. “Stop teasing, Angel.”
I smile, leaning down to brush a soft kiss to his lips before I reach between us, gripping his cock.
Holding his gaze, I slowly sink down onto him, my body stretching around his length until our hips meet.
Taking him inside me with leisure, enjoying feeling him unravel beneath me, as I moan out breathily in a whisper. “All of you.”
“Fuck, Esme,” Sam’s voice is strained, his jaw tight as he fights for control. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I can move with him like this, feeling him everywhere as I slowly grind against him, taking my time for the both of us, riding the waves of pleasure. I watch the way his pupils blow wide, the way he gazes at me, like I am his entire universe.
Locke’s hands roam up my back as he positions himself behind me, his breath warm against my ear. “Give him your mouth, Starlight,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Let me open you up.”
I lean forward, kissing Sam as Locke spreads one hand along my lower back, the other trailing between my thighs. A slick, deliberate touch, oil, warm and scented, coats his fingers as he slides them between my cheeks.
He circles first, teasing, coaxing me open, one finger sinking in with practiced care. Then two, scissoring his fingers, stretching me until he finally gets three inside of me.
My body rocks instinctively, chasing the pressure as his fingers work me open, slow and precise.
Only when I’m gasping into Sam’s mouth does Locke murmur, “That’s it. Perfect.”
Then I feel the head of his dick press in, thick, hot, taking the place of his fingers.
I let out a lust-filled moan. “Oh my fucking God.”
I am lost to them. Lost to the feeling of me between them, shared air and the sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
This isn’t just pleasure, it’s possession.
Not by force, but choice. This is ours. The room is thick at this point full of scents of sex and the sounds of each of us moaning.
The way Locke curses under his breath as his hips meet my ass.
How Sam’s mouth is slack and eager, his tongue lazy and languid as he meets mine.
“You feel this, wolf?” Locke’s voice is rough, threadbare. “You feel how fucking perfect she is? How tight she grips us?”
It is too much and not enough, all at once.
I find a rhythm, my body braced between them.
I’m the wild thing they have created as I am riding their dicks, fucking them into oblivion.
The franticness in our strokes, moving with a single purpose like I am dancing to their tune.
I am so close to falling apart, the feeling of losing it, of being unraveled, imminent.
“Fuck, Starlight. You were made for this. For us.” Locke’s breath is ragged, his hand gripping my hip so tight I know there will be bruises. “I love you like this. So fucking full of us.”
Sam’s hand slides between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. He circles it slowly, deliberately as he thrusts up into me.
“I can’t,” I gasp, my body tenses as the sensation spirals tighter and tighter.
“Yes, you can, Angel.” Sam’s voice is steady, his eyes locked onto mine. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
His fingers work harder and my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. It rips through me, raw and intense, as I cry out against Sam’s mouth. My body convulses between them, my inner walls clenching them both.
“Fuck, Esme!” Sam shouts, his hips jerking as he spills inside me.
Locke groans, his forehead dropping to the center of my back. “You are my everything, Starlight.” His breath is warm on my skin as he thrusts into me once, twice more before stilling, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he cums.
Slowly, he pulls out of me and we collapse together in a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin.
I’m sandwiched between them, my body still trembling with aftershocks as they hold me close.
They press soft kisses to my shoulders, my neck, my forehead, murmuring words of love and devotion that make my heart swell.
“I love you both,” I say after a moment of silence, my voice soft but steady.
There are no more trials left to face. No thrones to reclaim. No gods demanding my suffering. It’s just this, our breathing, our bodies, and the bond we are forming together.
“I love you more,” they both say at the same time, and I laugh, the sound light and carefree.
We are a mess of limbs and love, my heart only fully formed when I’m in their arms. Their love is the missing piece of me, the part I never knew I needed until they showed me.
Sam, the softness and unwavering support.
Locke, the fierce, protective love that burns like a beacon. My Wolf and my Warrior.
In this moment, it’s us against the world.
Just us, and for the first time in my life, that feels like it’s enough.
The thought is like a balm to my soul, soothing old wounds and filling me with a quiet, steadfast strength.
Once everything else is stripped away, this is what remains.
Love. My love for them, theirs for me, and the bond that ties us all together.
Until then, we make our own world here, wrapped up in each other, safe in the knowledge that no matter what comes next, we’ll face it together.