80. Thea
80
Thea
H e’d heard I liked being shared? Had Landon and Kyril discussed our threesome? I threw a furious look at Landon, but he just smirked.
“We tell each other everything. I will not apologize for that.” He pressed against me, pushing me back into Cassian’s chest. The heat of the fire behind us was nothing compared to the inferno raging in my body. “Besides, I already told you I was down for sharing with my friends,” he continued.
“Have you and…Cassian…” My brain wanted to implode at the idea of being the filling in a Landon and Cassian sandwich. Would it be as hot as a Landon and Kyril sandwich? I had a feeling it might be.
Cassian was nothing like Kyril. He’d always been respectful. Controlled to the point of rigidity. A bit like Milo, but more closed off.
It felt as if Cassian was afraid to let go. Afraid to let anyone in. Milo was emotionally available with me. His issue centered on physical touch, but we’d made progress there.
My cheeks flushed when I thought back to the night in my room where we got physical with each other. What would Milo think if he could see me now, with Landon and Cassian? Would he want to watch? I had a feeling he would.
Milo loved to watch .
“Where did you go?” Landon stroked my cheek and leaned in, his breath hot against my lips. I could smell the alcohol he’d consumed, as well as that woman’s perfume on his shirt.
It was a sharp reality check. Less than an hour ago, he had some other woman draped all over him, whispering sweet words in his ear while he flirted back. Sure, Cassian had explained why he had to do it, but it didn’t negate the sense of hurt I’d felt when I saw them together.
“Does it matter?” I snapped, trying to free myself from Cassian’s grip. OK, so I didn’t try that hard, but it was a token effort.
“You’re still pissed with me,” Landon surmised, scrubbing his jaw.
“Damn right I’m pissed!” I yelled. “I hated seeing you with that fucking cunt.” I hadn’t meant to admit that. Words had power. Landon didn’t need to know how strongly I felt about him. He was already smug as fuck that he only had to look at me in a certain way and I melted into a puddle.
“Would it make you feel better if I said she made my dick want to take a bleach bath?”
Cassian snorted with amusement. “You’ve had worse, brother.”
“Not helping!” Landon glared at him. Then he turned back to me and his expression softened. “I meant it when I said you’re my one and only. One day, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, I will make you my wife. You and I, my love, are forever.”
My jaw dropped. Had he told me he loved me?
“Landon, I—” This was too much, too soon. My emotions went haywire and my heart felt like it was about to explode. I couldn’t do this. Fuck, the only reason I was in this hotel was to set up Cassian! If Landon knew this, he’d hate me.
“It’s OK, wifey. Relax.” Landon cupped my face and smiled, not giving a shit that Cassian still held me and had witnessed his declaration of love - at least I think that’s what he’d said. “I can hear your brain imploding from here, and it’s OK. I don’t need you to be on the same page as me.” He paused while Cassian stayed silent behind me, an inert marble statue. It was good he was there. He was the only thing holding me up.
“You should let me go,” I said, speaking to both of them. If they had any idea why I was here, they’d soon shove me away. Probably off the balcony.
“Nah, not going to happen.” Before I could react, Landon’s mouth was on mine. Hot and demanding. Telling me how much he wanted me. Cassian’s arm tightened around my waist, his fingers stroking my hip. I felt him exhale against my hair, reminding me he was there, too.
When Landon broke our kiss and rubbed this thumb across my swollen lips, Cassian cleared his throat.
“Can we take this into the bedroom? I have second-degree burns on my ass from the fire.”
The two of them had some kind of silent conversation while my head spun, and then Cassian scooped me up bridal-style and carried me into the adjacent bedroom.
The decor here was similar to the main living room: pale creams and blues. Tasteful and elegant. If I was on vacation, I’d be in seventh heaven right now, but Cassian didn’t give me time to plan my itinerary.
He threw me on the bed while Landon switched on the wall lamps. “Undress our girl,” Cassian ordered. My jaw dropped. Was Cassian calling the shots here? Eden was right when she said he gave off Daddy vibes.
Landon didn’t seem to have a problem with that. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me toward the edge of the bed. My shoes had already fallen off, but I still wore my dress. His fingers reached around and unzipped it.
“Love the dress, wifey,” he purred, “But it will look better on the floor.”
“You need to let me go,” I repeated, but he ignored me. “You have no idea why I’m here,” I added, somewhat desperately. Part of me wanted them to question me. If they asked, I’d tell them. I was done lying.
But to my surprise, they both shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. We can talk in the morning,” Cassian said while unbuttoning his shirt. “Right now, all I’m interested in is watching you come all over Lan’s face.”
“You…what?” My breathing stuttered as Cassian’s filthy words sank in. Oh. My. God .
“You heard me. Now let Lan undress you so I can see the gorgeous body I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.”
He’d fantasized about me? I wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge. Knowing Cassian had jacked off to thoughts of me was all kinds of hot. I mean, he wasn’t alone. I’d spent a lot of evenings imagining what he looked like under his immaculately tailored suits.
He unfastened the last pearly button and shucked his shirt off, revealing smooth skin and lean muscle. Cassian wasn’t as broad as Kyril, or inked, but damn, I itched to touch him.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” he said with a grin that told me he knew I did. Not that I was hiding my blatant appreciation for his Greek God physique. The man was beautiful. They all were.
He leaned against the wall, his fingers resting on his belt, watching as Landon pulled me up into a sitting position so he could take off my dress.
Both of them stared hungrily at the thin strips of lace and silk barely covering my tits and pussy. Knowing Torrance had shopped at Coco de Mer on my behalf gave me the ick, but that man didn’t deserve to take up any space in my head, so I shoved the thought away.
“Damn, wifey. You look hot tonight!”
I bit down on my lip, enjoying how they looked at me like I was the tastiest snack they’d ever seen.
“Remove the bra,” Cassian said in a strained voice. I looked up at him through thick lashes. “Then play with her tits.”
Landon made quick work of my bra, tossing it to one side. The room was warm, but my nipples were hard.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Landon breathed reverently, cupping my breasts.
“She is.”
Pressure built deep inside as Landon lavished my breasts with attention. Then he slowly kissed his way down my body until his nose rested against my silk-covered mound.
“I need you to tell me what she tastes like,” Cassian rasped, his eyes fixed on my face.
I wanted to come so badly, despite the doubts that continued to lurk on the periphery of my mind. The pills in my purse were still there. Miniature grenades with the potential to cause untold damage. But lust had overtaken all rational thought.
Damn the consequences. If I had one final night before my world fell apart, I’d take it and run.
Landon slid my silk panties down my trembling thighs and groaned. “I need to get inside you.”
“Don’t you dare,” Cassian growled. “Make her come first!”
“I’m going to! Jesus.” He looked up at me and grinned. “Hold on tight, wifey. The express service to Heaven is about to leave the station.” I snorted at his ridiculousness, but laughter soon turned to moans when his tongue lapped my clit and his fingers dipped inside me.
My eyes fluttered shut as Landon pushed me closer to an orgasm, but not before I saw Cassian unzip his pants and reach inside his boxers. I heard him groan as Landon tipped me over the edge into oblivion.
By the time I opened my eyes again, my thighs trembling with aftershocks, Landon had stripped off and was climbing back on the bed. Cassian had ditched his clothes, too.
The pair of them looked like fitness models. Zero per cent body fat and cut muscles. My eyes traced a line from Cassian’s pecs, all the way down to the delicious V fit guys have. Then I saw his cock and… fuck. Kyril was big, but Cassian was longer. They were all above average in the dick department.
I’d definitely scored the jackpot.
Cassian disappeared for a moment before returning with some condoms. He tossed one at Landon.
“Lay on your back, Lan. Let Thea ride you.”
It seemed Cassian was still running the show, but that was OK with me. I wasn’t yet confident enough to be demanding in the bedroom. And besides, a big part of me enjoyed handing over the reins to the guys. It didn’t make me weak or subservient.
Having read a fair amount of erotic romances that touched on BDSM themes, I knew it was common for women to enjoy the attentions of an alpha male.
Which these two definitely were. Well, Cassian was. Landon was happy to be in control when it was just the two of us, but with Cassian here, he didn’t seem to have a problem with being ordered around.
It was an interesting dynamic. The little voice inside my head wondered what would happen if Kyril and Milo were here, too. Kyril wasn’t one to be ordered around. Would he butt heads with Cassian? Or would Cassian let Kyril take over?
I was eager to find out.
Landon sheathed his cock and pulled me astride him, groaning when my slick pussy rubbed along his length. His hands found my breasts while Cassian grunted his approval.
“How close are you?” Cassian asked Landon.
“Fucking close.”
“Amateur.”
“Asshole.”
Once again, I felt like a chew toy being passed between them. It was time I asserted myself. My father hadn’t raised me to be a shrinking violet. Just a violent one.
I took hold of Landon’s length. It twitched and jumped when I squeezed, and I realized I enjoyed having this power over him.
“Thea,” he groaned. “You’re killing me!”
Leaning down, I licked his nipples while fisting his cock. He closed his eyes, his fists gripping the bed sheet.
“Please,” he moaned. God, seeing him at my mercy was hot. I’d had men at my mercy before, but usually when they were tied to a chair, awaiting certain death. There was power in holding someone’s life thread in one’s hands. But I decided I preferred this sort of power.
Knowing Landon’s pleasure was quite literally in my fist was a massive turn-on. He deserved to be teased. He’d teased me often enough with his flirtatious comments and sly touches. It was about time the tables were turned.
But I needed to feel him inside me, so after a few heady moments, I angled his cock at my entrance and sank down, enjoying the burn.
“Oh fucking fuck,” Landon muttered. He moved his hands to my hips, forcing me to stay still. “Give me a moment so I don’t embarrass myself.”
“Wouldn’t take much, bro,” Cassian sniped.
“Fuck off, you have no idea how amazing her tight little cunt feels wrapped around my dick. All hot and wet and perfect.”
“Better than Elaine’s cunt?” It was a low blow, but hell, he deserved it.
Landon’s eyes found mine. The hurt in them hit me in the solar plexus, but I wasn’t backing down. He’d hurt me, too.
“The only woman I want is you. Now and forever.”
“Pretty words from a pretty asshole,” I crooned, rocking my hips.
“You think I’m pretty?” he croaked, forcing me to stay still.
“You know you are.”
He grinned. “Thea thinks I’m pretty, Cass!”
Cassian stomped over to the bed and moved behind me. He cupped my breasts and licked the salt from my neck.
“Are you ready to punish the pretty asshole for daring to look at another woman, baby girl?”
I felt his cock pressing against my ass. The naughty voice in my head once again piped up, showing me images of what it would look like if Cassian fucked my ass while Landon fucked my pussy. I moaned and arched back against him.
“Yes, he deserves it.”
“If my punishment involves railing you into the mattress, I’m down for that,” Landon groaned. Then he hissed as I raised my hips, sliding off him until only the tip remained inside, before plunging back down.
“Lan, fuck her from below,” Cassian ordered, one hand reaching down for my clit.
As Landon began to move beneath me, his hips powering up and pushing me closer to a second orgasm, Cassian’s talented fingers strummed my clit like a violin while his other hand squeezed and pinched my breast.
I came hard, my body shaking at as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. Landon followed me over the edge with a shout. The moment he relaxed under me, Cassian pushed me up and off Landon and pressed into me from behind.
Because I was so wet, there was no resistance at all. He slammed into me hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure while rubbing my clit. Landon watched through half-closed eyes as Cassian pressed me down with one hand on my lower back.
“You look so hot being fucked by my friend, wifey,” he murmured before swallowing my moans with a kiss.
My third orgasm took me by surprise, rolling over me like a gentle wave. It wasn’t as powerful, but when I felt Cassian stutter inside me, it pushed me higher, extending the aftershocks rippling through me.
I collapsed on top of Landon as Cassian withdrew and disappeared into the en-suite bathroom.
“I need a shower.” Even though I could barely keep my eyes open, I felt gross. Landon sat up just as Cassian emerged from the bathroom.
Cassian scooped me up and carried me into the shower, where he washed and pampered me. A few minutes later, Landon joined us.
I’d never felt so loved and wanted. It was a heady feeling. One I could get used to. One I very much wanted to get used to.
But I knew from bitter experience, happiness was only ever a fleeting thing.