33. Wingardium Apadravya – Aurora
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WINGARDIUM APADRAVYA
AURORA
W hen Elijah kisses me, my center of gravity shifts and the world flips on its axis. But here in this black sky are some of the brightest, warmest stars.
He makes a sound against my lips like a shuddering moan, and oh, god.
I. Am. Fucking. Drenched .
Seven runs the flat side of his hooked blade down my back, and I must be certifiable because as he follows the path of the sharp metal with his lips, the friction of him ignites my soul as if I’m the flint to his honed steel.
My core tightens, making me tremble as I arch my back, pushing into the metal.
Elijah deepens our kiss, tangling his tongue with mine in a way that makes me wildly feral for him.
What is even happening right now?
The shock of it all takes a back seat to the deviant desire that’s so strong I’m drunk on it. As if their every touch, every kiss, is laced with the strongest whiskey.
I never imagined kissing anyone else could feel as right as kissing Seven did, but kissing Elijah does.
As Seven slips his warm hand around my rib cage to glide down my belly, I try not to think about whether this is wrong or right. I’ve lived my entire fucked-up life in gray areas. Why stop now?
Maybe gray is my favorite color.
His fingertips dive below the thin waistband of my thong, and I suck in a breath, moaning into Elijah’s mouth.
He draws back, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes as if he can memorize every detail of how I look in this moment. I gasp and my back arches violently when Seven’s fingers brush against my pussy. Elijah’s throat bobs in response as his gaze travels lower.
I shiver under his lustful stare as he begins to explore my body, lingering on the curve of my throat, my breasts, and then lower to the shredded satin dress laying on my thighs until his eyes meet Seven’s hand concealed beneath my seamless white panties.
“Spread your legs for me, Ro,” Seven whispers huskily against my neck, and I do as he asks, sliding my knees apart against the carpeted floor to allow him better access. He doesn’t waste it.
As Seven strokes my throbbing pussy, Elijah admires me like he did the artwork in the gallery earlier. Studying every curve and swell and nook of my body with an entranced expression.
“I want to see you,” I tell him, forcing myself to be patient when all I want to do is tear off Elijah’s clothes and ride Seven’s hand until I come.
Fuck, I want to feel him in my hands. In my mouth. Now.
Elijah unbuttons his shirt, revealing the wide expanse of his chest. He’s more muscular than I thought. He only seemed less so standing next to the hulking forms of Atticus and Seven. His hairless chest tapers down to tight washboard abs and a glorious ‘V’ that disappears into the waistband of his belted pants.
He has the body of a rock star. Lean and sculpted. Everything is tight.
“Elijah…” I breathe. “You’re so fucking?—”
Seven dips his fingers into me, and I forget what I was about to say as I collapse forward in a whimpering moan, catching myself on Elijah’s thighs. No, not just his thighs. Beneath my left hand is a distinct bulge. It runs down his inner thigh, solid and long.
My mouth waters as I run my hand down the length of it, trying to find where it ends.
When Seven starts to fuck me with his fingers, I feel another erection press against my ass, and I can’t wait anymore. I grip Elijah’s belt buckle and undo it, sliding the end through the clasp to find the zipper and button beneath.
My heart races as he helps me, lifting his hips for me to yank the material down in one swift motion. His cock springs free as his pants fall to the floor.
Elijah’s erection stands tall and proud, a mountain with a silver peak. “Is that…”
I’ve never seen a pierced cock before. At least not in real life. I’ve heard of the usual suspects. Jacob’s ladder. The Prince Albert or whatever. But this is different.
“It’s called an apadravya,” Seven murmurs in my ear, and it sounds like something from Harry Potter. I bet it feels as magical as it sounds.
“He let me do it last year,” Seven continues, and my cheeks heat.
“You pierced his cock?”
His breath fans over my neck, just below my ear, and my pussy clenches in response. “I did. Took it like a champ, too, didn’t you, Eli? It’s the piercing that offers the most intense female pleasure.”
He kisses that sensitive spot at the nape of my neck, and that, coupled with the promise of his words, makes me hot all over.
I lick my lips as I trail my fingertips up his thighs, teasing him as I slowly edge closer to his cock, watching his burning gaze follow my touch. Fuck, I’m not sure if I’m torturing him or myself at this point.
He leans back heavily, his hands clutching the armrests as his eyes lock on to mine.
The instant my fingers brush him, he tenses, letting out a sound that’s pure pleasure tinted with something like pain.
“You’ll be the first one to try it,” Elijah admits in a tense whisper as I draw my hand up his shaft to touch the piercing.
The first one? Didn’t Seven say he did this last year? Has Elijah not been with a woman in that long?
Something about that turns me on even more. That I get to have this ‘first’ makes it…special. Makes it mine.
“Fuck,” Elijah growls as I rub the pad of my thumb over the base of the piercing, his knuckles turning white where they grip the armrests.
The piercing is a bar, I realize. It goes straight through his wide tip from top to bottom, and two ball fixtures adorn each end. I just know one of these would perfectly hit my g-spot no matter what position he fucks me in.
I wonder how it would feel in my throat.
Wrapping my hand around his length, I peer up at him as I suck his tip into my mouth, feeling the smooth metal ball roll over my tongue. He pants raggedly, his hips flexing beneath me as his smoldering brown eyes fill with savage hunger.
He lets out another throaty sound, and it’s like music to my ears. So deep, so fucking raw, and I can’t wait to hear it again and again and again .
As I take him deeper, his head drops back, his body sagging as he breaks eye contact and makes that sound again.
“ Holy…fuck ,” he growls out, and I fucking love how much he responds to me. I take my mouth off of him for a second to get a better angle, but the sight of precum gathering on his tip sends me right back down.
I suck it off, tasting the sweet and salty tang of him as it mingles with the distinct taste of metal. I’m already addicted to it, hungry for every drop he’ll give me, moaning around his cock.
“Easy there, Ro,” Seven says, halfway snapping me out of the trance I’m in. “Eli’s a little out of practice, and we want to make this last.”
I look up at Elijah, and there’s a knot forming between his brows. I continue to slide my mouth up and down his length, hoping to erase it from existence as I reach back to touch Seven. His quick fingers snatch my hand and pin it to my back, drawing another gasp that’s muffled around Elijah’s cock.
Seven’s right. Elijah is wound too tight and every flick of my tongue and gag of my throat is just winding him up tighter for his release. But I can’t seem to make myself stop, not wanting to let go of this moment. Revelling in the sounds Elijah’s making and the way I’m making him squirm.
It takes Elijah another moment to respond to Seven’s caution, but then he pulls himself free of my mouth with a hiss, as if it pains him to do it.
“Get her onto the sofa,” Elijah orders breathlessly, and Seven grunts as he lifts me easily from the floor, despite his injured shoulder, and carries me with a firm grip on my pussy and his other arm around my waist until he has me seated between his legs on the sofa.
Elijah inhales deeply before pushing himself to his feet to kick his shoes and pants fully off. He crosses the short walkway of the moving jet and drops to his knees in front of me.
Seven’s hand leaves my dripping pussy just as Elijah settles himself between my legs. He hooks his fingers into the straps of my thong and pulls them down my legs before prying them open.
He pauses to drink me in, licking his lips when his gaze settles on my pussy. “Those lips are the most delicious shade of pink.”
I shudder as Seven settles himself against the backrest, pulling me down until my back meets his chest. He runs his palms over my breasts, and my nipples peak hard against his touch.
“Lift her hips for me, Sev,” Elijah says, and Seven shifts, grabbing me tight around the hips to seat me on his lap instead of on the seat between his legs.
His rock-hard cock presses insistently into my lower back, and he shivers against me as I move my hips, trying to create friction through his pants. God , why is he still wearing pants?
His grip on my hips tightens, and when I tilt my neck to see his face, I find his head tipped back, expression slack as he lets himself enjoy the feel of me against him.
It’s pure fucking magic, this connection between us all. Like an ancient song, all the right notes played in just the right ways to create a harmony unlike any heard before.
I cry out in surprise as Elijah’s mouth closes over my clit. He moans against me like I taste better than the sweetest wine, and his fingers dig into my thighs to keep them open for him.
Seven moves back to touching my breasts, and when the fingers of his left hand trail up my sternum to my throat, I suck in a breath at the double-edged blade of fear and anticipation that twists in my chest. He caresses my neck, his touch light and probing as if he’s hyperaware of every micro reaction I give him as his fingers fit into the places where violent ones grabbed and squeezed not long ago.
I close my eyes, letting the caress of his touch lull me away from the initial reaction of panic to something else. Something that feels a little like trust and a lot like a sense of control I’ve never had but always craved.
I lift my chin, allowing him better access to my throat, and he squeezes just a little in response while the fingers of his other hand work my nipple, and Elijah flicks his tongue against my clit.
Seven releases my nipple and places his fingers to my lips. “Open.”
As my lips part, he pushes two tattooed digits into my mouth, and I suck on them, twirling my tongue around them until he tenses beneath me. But this isn’t for him, I realize when he withdraws and uses the glistening fingers to tease my nipples again, increasing the pleasure as they glide easily over my pebbled skin.
Seven uses his grip on my throat to angle my head sharply sideways, stealing the whimpering sound from my lips with a hard kiss.
My toes curl as his grip loosens on my throat, turning back to a languid caress that makes me shiver. His blue eyes burn into mine. “Do we feel good, Ro?”
“Y-yes,” I croak, struggling to find my voice with the stampede of sensations running rampant all over my body, forcing my nerve endings to spark and spasm.
This is everything I need. Everything I’ve ever wanted but been too afraid to ask for. And I don’t care what sort of person it makes me, but I can’t think of anything better than being fucked by both of them right now. I ache to feel them move inside me. To taste them on my tongue. To feel the press of them deep in my throat until I can’t breathe.
I want this. I want this so bad it hurts.
Elijah does some devilish fuckery with his tongue and my body convulses, my thighs squeezing against his head, making him have to hold me open for him to eat me alive.
Seven grinds his erection into my backside harder, twisting my nipple at the same time Elijah sucks me hard into his mouth, and I’m going to fucking detonate any second.
“There it is,” Seven says with a coy smirk. His gaze slides to Elijah between my legs, and he says, “Don’t you dare stop, brother. Our girl likes that.”
Elijah sucks me into his mouth again, repeating the movements of his mouth and flicking his tongue over and over again until I’m writhing on Seven’s lap enough that he has to hold me down for Elijah to finish his feast. His arms become bars against me, not constricting, just heavy and strong and hot .
My breaths come in little gasping pants as Seven devours every flicker of my pleasure with his piercing gaze.
When Elijah pushes two fingers into me, it’s seconds before my body squeezes tight, clenching and fluttering and arching and fucking singing for them as I come undone. I don’t try to hold back my voice, letting it rip out of me in a raw, animal sound as I come hard and Elijah licks me through every pulsing, spasming moment of it.
Seven releases me, his chest caving in on a heavy exhalation as if he’d been holding his breath. My head rolls to the side, and I blink through the haze in my eyes to find Elijah lifting his head, licking my glistening release from his lips with a slow, satisfied smile.
“My turn,” Seven says in a dangerous whisper, and I know I’m in for the ride of my fucking life on this jet.