Chapter Eight
KYELLA
That image that his words provoked was exactly what my body needed to relax enough to take the second finger, and he stretched me further, gently pumping them in and out rhythmically.
“Just like that, love,” Elijah praised as he trailed soft kisses down the back of my shoulder, making my skin pebble in delight.
A frustrated growl bubbled up my throat as a burning, overwhelming need pulsated through me. It was like someone dangling your favorite dessert right in front of you, but just a touch too far out of reach.
While I loved everything about this moment, my body needed more.
Looking up through my lashes at Kolvar, I tried my best to pout with his cock in my mouth.
I wasn’t sure how he understood what I was doing, but I was so thankful as he growled out, “Our girl needs more. Dakath, why don’t you go ahead and fuck that pretty pussy for her while you’re working her ass? ”
Yes. Yes, fucking please.
Dakath’s answering voice rumbled as he shifted closer and teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock over my pussy, “You want my cock in you, baby?”
I wanted it so damn badly.
Trying my best to hum my agreement, Kolvar let out a hiss when the vibrations wrapped around him. Sucking his teeth, he pulled his cock away from me.
“Your mouth is dangerous, darling,” he explained, exchanging a look with Elijah who took his hand away and turned to get off the bed.
Before I could pout about the loss of Elijah’s fingers on my clit or demand Kolvar put his cock back in my mouth, Kolvar dropped to his knees in front of me, putting our faces on the same level.
His lips were on mine in an instant, consuming me completely.
Opening my mouth to him, his tongue tangled with mine while Dakath pushed into me completely with one, long thrust, pulling a whimper from me.
My eyes fluttered open briefly before closing back in bliss as he set a slow, yet deep pace.
It felt like every damn thrust was meant to hit the most sensitive spot within me with intention.
As I heard a scuffle of feet in front of me, my eyes popped back open to find Elijah stroking his cock as he bit his lip and grunted, watching Dakath fuck me from behind.
I remembered a time when I was terrified that Elijah wouldn’t be able to share in these moments with us. No words could describe my elation and desire that pulsated with the knowledge that he now was enjoying the show.
A smirk tugged my lips up right before Kolvar pulled away, pressing a kiss to my forehead before moving out of the way for Elijah to take over.
“What’s that smirk for, love?” he asked in amusement, eyes dancing with challenge.
Did he think I would be too shy to explain what I wanted? Perhaps the Kyella they rescued from Malakai’s castle would have been. But this Kyella? Absolutely not.
There was something invigorating and freeing about owning your sexual desires and not being ashamed of them—whatever they may be. And owning my desires felt like such an important part of accepting and loving myself.
Letting out a soft moan as Dakath thrust deeply behind me, my smirk pulled into a full smile when I noticed that Elijah couldn’t help but glance back at the movement.
“I love that you enjoy watching me be fucked,” I finally said, drawing his eyes back to mine.
Cocking a single brow, he shrugged slyly before his voice dropped an octave with his response. “You make me love a lot of new things, Kyella—I can’t deny that. It’s as if my entire life was spent waiting for you to enter it and show me just how incredible every day can be.”
My heart squeezed at his affectionate words.
The bed dipped as Kolvar took Elijah’s previous spot on my right, just as Dakath pulled his fingers from my ass.
“If you don’t like this, darling, just let me know,” Kolvar said, piquing my interest at what was about to happen.
His large hands spread my ass as Dakath continued to slowly fuck me, teasing my body with the promise of what was to come. A wet tongue ran along the tight ring of muscle, making me jolt slightly with surprise.
He immediately stopped, but my voice came out breathy and a bit flustered as I said, “Don’t stop. I was just surprised at the feeling.”
His tongue returned, and my pussy clenched as he began to push it inside of me in the same rhythm as Dakath’s cock.
“Yeah, she likes that,” Dakath purred, likely using the way my pussy constricted around him as a source of affirmation.
A moan puffed out of my lips as my lashes fluttered, “Yes, I do.”
Relaxing into the rhythm and with the new pleasure coursing through me, I reached for Elijah’s cock and opened my mouth. Batting my eyes at him, I waited for him to move close enough for me to work his cock as I had Kolvar. I should have known better than to think that he’d ever do what I expected.
His hands wrapped in my hair as he pushed his cock into my mouth, not stopping until his length was deep in my throat, making my eyes water as I fought the urge to gag.
“Breathe through your nose and relax that throat, love,” he instructed in a deep timbre that made my pussy flutter with arousal.
My thoughts were hazy with the pleasure coursing through me, leaving me feeling off-kilter and like I was floating in the depths of an ocean of swirling, insistent heat.
Dakath’s and Kolvar’s tandem movements pushed me closer toward the peak of pleasure, and impatience for the orgasm that had slowly been building swirled within me. I wanted to shatter for them. Badly.
I relaxed my throat, breathing through my nose as Elijah pulled his hips back before he thrust into my throat, steadily increasing his pace as he began to fuck my throat in earnest. Tears fell from the corner of my eyes, but it wasn’t sadness that filled me.
I wanted this.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything they had to give me.
Moments later, my screams of my pleasure were only muffled by Elijah’s cock as my orgasm roared through me, turning my body to a tingling mess. He pulled out seconds before Dakath sped up, pounding into me as his grip on my hips tightened.
“Fuck,” Dakath roared out, “I’m going to cum in your pussy, baby.”
My eyes rolled back in my head at the sound of his crude words bristling past his lips. If it was wrong of me to enjoy this so much…Well, I didn’t ever want to be right.
“Yes,” I moaned out, lost entirely to my pleasure. “Finish in me.”
Groans sounded from all three men at my words.
Dakath thrust twice more before stilling, his cock pumping his release into me.
A sigh of content slipped from my lips as he pulled out, but my breath hitched a moment later as I felt fingers pulsing inside of me, making my hips jerk.
I was so sensitive from my orgasm that the fingers pumping inside of me were a slight over-stimulation, but he wasn’t letting me get away that easily.
He draped an arm over my waist, holding me firmly down. A shiver raced down my spine as he murmured, “Can’t waste any of this.” I bit my lip, swallowing a groan as he pumped his cum that was dripping out of me back into me with his fingers.
“Shit,” I huffed out as I felt my body coming alive once more.
There was something so fucking sexy about him pushing it back inside of me over and over that I let out a cry of disapproval when he stopped. A chuckle came from him before he soothed me, “We’ve got you, Ky. We’re not done yet.”
My body felt light as a feather and ready for so much more. I wasn’t sure entirely what they had in store for me next, but I knew I wanted it. Whatever it was.
Hands scooped me up from where I’d practically melted into the bed, positioning me on my knees as Elijah made himself comfortable in front of me. He was lying on his back, shooting an infuriatingly sexy smirk my way.
Curling a single finger at me, he ordered, “Come here, love.”
I wasn’t sure where my brattiness came from, but I crossed my hands over my chest and smirked back. “Make me.”
A sting of tingling, pleasure-filled pain blossomed on my ass as a crack echoed through our room.
Had I just been spanked?
“Don’t be a bad girl, Ky,” Dakath purred in my ear before dropping his lips to my neck. “Bad girls don’t get orgasms.”
A whimper that I desperately wished I could shove back down my throat escaped me.
His fangs scraped along the sensitive skin beneath my ear, and I found myself pleading softly, “Bite me. Please.”
I was a goner in their hands. No part of me could resist them.
His fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly as his tongue darted out to trail back up my neck to my ear. “If you get on Elijah’s cock, I’ll bite you.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice.
After he released his hold on my neck, I crawled on my hands and knees to straddle Elijah, who looked at me with so much hunger in his eyes that I audibly gasped.
If there was ever a doubt in my mind about how much these men loved me and wanted to ravish me, it would be eviscerated with that single look.
His fingers trailed softly up my thighs before one came to rest on my hip, guiding me up a few inches as his other hand lined his cock up for me to sink down onto. Lowering myself, I relished the way his jaw went tight and his eyelids fluttered as I took him into my pussy.
The fact that Dakath’s cum was lubricant for me now on Elijah’s cock was something I never knew would turn me on so much.
“Now that’s a good girl,” Dakath murmured, suddenly pressed against my side. His hand wrapped around my throat and tilted it to the side for him to access.
“Yes,” I moaned as Elijah’s hips rocked up, meeting me with a tantalizing slap of skin.
Fangs pierced my neck, and I cried out in pleasure as warm blood trickled down my throat and over my breast. Dakath growled at my throat, the animalistic sound making me moan in response.