Chapter 39
Veylor
Ithought I was the only one that could inflict pain, but I was obviously mistaken.
This female would be my undoing.
Vesper smiled and slipped from Oryx’s hold from the couch. Her pert ass wiggled in his face before she jumped over it and landed on the floor unceremoniously. Her escape attempt lasted mere seconds. Oryx pounced with predatory grace, his powerful body trapping hers against the cool floor.
He growled, a deep, guttural dragon’s noise and leaned next to her ear. “Got you.”
Vesper snapped back at him. “It isn’t any fun if you catch me right away!”
Oryx flipped her onto her back, her body twisting beneath him.
My cock throbbed painfully at the sight of her exposed chest rising and falling with each breath. I imagined myself hovering above her, tasting those sun-kissed nipples, feeling her warmth beneath my fingertips as they pressed into her flesh.
Oryx purred and his large cock swung between his legs.
Fuck.
Vesper's eyes sparkled with a mix of defiance and excitement. She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge Oryx, but he was an immovable force. His purr deepened, and he leaned down, his breath hot on her neck. "I don’t want to wait, you know I am impatient."
She rolled her eyes which earned her a slap on the side of her thigh.
My eyes widened and my shaft jerked watching her skin pinkening from his palm.
This was much better than watching them from afar, now I had a full view of them in front of me. I can almost taste her, smell her musk.
Oryx’s dark precum was already dripping to the floor. I watched, my body aching.
Vesper's skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, her chest heaving with each breath. She was a sight to behold, a wild creature caught but not yet tamed. Oryx's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the dip of her waist. His touch was possessive, hungry.
I wanted that, I wanted her, him.
Oryx picked her up like a rag doll, her hair a mess that covered her face. He leaned her over the sofa and a whoosh of breath left her mouth. She shook her head and looked at me, a smirk playing on her lips.
She has defeated me.
Oryx claws raked down her back and pulled up her hips. “You need a good, dirty fucking, don’t you?”
I opened my mouth to gape at him. He never spoke to me this way in our past lives together. Never said such foul things.
Vesper's cheeks flushed as she clutched the cushions beneath her.
“She likes it when I talk dirty, even if she acts like she doesn’t.” His finger entered her and she let out a low groan of appreciation. “Very wet, perfect for me to fit inside you, to taste and stretch you wide for me. Her body is molded to me, Veylor.”
My breath caught in my throat. He was including me in this, dirty speak.
“Oryx, stop teasing… ohhhh.”
He withdrew his finger and slowly entered her, causing her grip on the pillows beneath her to tighten. Oryx maintained a deliberate, steady rhythm as she matched his movements, pushing back with each thrust.
My hand creeped down my leg, ready to grip my shaft. I couldn’t take it, not when I was watching something as erotic as this.
“No,” Oryx's guttural voice bellowed.
Vesper’s head was thrown back, her breasts bounced as Oryx continued to thrust into her.
“She doesn’t want you to touch yourself,” he panted. “Our pet wants you to suffer.”
Vesper gasped. “Oryx!”
Oryx chuckled. “She may not say it out loud, but she wants to make you pay, even a little for what you have done. To be honest, I think it’s a good idea.”
I gritted my teeth and balled my hands. It was fair, in fact, it was more than fair. What I had done to her was unforgivable, but if she wanted to edge me until my balls exploded so be it.
Anything for her to trust me.
What if she never did?
Oryx grunted, wet sounds filled the room from his assault.
“She’ll forgive you, I’ll make sure of it by the time it’s over,” Oryx said to me. “Come, my pet, let Veylor see me pleasure you and feast on your arousal.”
Vesper palmed her breast and pinched her nipple as she cried out.
“Fuck, squeeze that tight cunt around me. Made for me. Mine.”
Oryx threw his head back, veins in his neck bulged. In jealousy I watched on as they both came and I was left with nothing but want.
Vesper groaned, her body limp. Oryx pulled himself from Vesper, a plopping sound coming from behind her. They both groaned and Oryx picked up Vesper with care, his nose nestled into her hair. “Good girl, my favorite female, only female.”
He gently placed her on the couch, her body fully exposed except for the scratches, minor bruises, and the red handprint from the earlier slap on her thigh.
Oryx parted her legs and slid his fingers deep within her. "While I don't want my seed to leave her body, she has a fantasy that involves you."
Vesper groaned and tried to lift her head from the pillow where Oryx had placed her. “No, Oryx,” she whispered, too tired to speak.
Oryx placed a hand on her forehead to placate her.
“My pet will get what she wants, even if she will not voice it.” His tongue licked across his hardened mouth and his eyeholes glared into me. Oryx pulled his finger from her pussy, his come dripping out of her as he did. “Now eat.”
Vesper thought this would be a hardship? She would not voice it?
Oryx rubbed the top of her mound. “Come, before she tries to take control again and there will be more for you to eat.”
“Such hardship,” I replied and stood up from my seat. I kicked off my shoes and pants, letting my shaft swing free. It would be too painful to keep restrained.
Then I heard a small voice come from our sweet pet’s lips. “Crawl.”
Oryx chuckled darkly. “That’s it, pet, tell him to crawl to you, worship you.”
Vesper continued to look between Oryx and me. “Is that what you want, pet?” I chided. “For me to eat this pussy with Oryx’s come inside you?”
Vesper’s face deepened to a deep red.
Oryx’s hand traced up her thigh and to her breast. “She reads dirty books, but speaking these things, hearing them, doing them, is taboo to her.”
I smiled. “We should remedy that.” I sank to my knees and removed my tunic. Vesper went to sit up but Oryx pushed her back down on the couch. She didn’t struggle.
I took my time and crawled up onto the couch, luckily the couch was long and I was able to comfortably settle myself between her legs. Her scent, along with Oryx's, was present. Come leaked from her pussy and I opened my mouth and settled my tongue on her clit.
Her back arched immediately and Oryx pushed her back down. “That’s it, pet, let him taste us.”
Vesper's breath hitched as my tongue circled her sensitive spot. I could taste him on her, his seed mixed with her own sweet nectar, creating an intoxicating elixir that I couldn't get enough of. I lapped at her, my tongue delving into her, gathering every drop of their combined release.
Vesper's hands found their way to my hair, gripping tightly as she moaned and writhed beneath me.
I could feel Oryx's eyes on us, his gaze burning into me as I pleasured our mate.
His presence was commanding, even when he wasn't the one touching her.
I could feel his dominance, his control, and it spurred me on, my tongue working faster, my lips sucking harder.
"That's it, Veylor," Oryx growled, his voice a low rumble. "Make her scream."
Vesper's back arched again, her breasts heaving as she panted. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, slick and hot, gripping me tightly. I curled them, finding that spot that made her cry out, her hips bucking against my face.
Oryx leaned down, his tongue finding Vesper's mouth, swallowing her cries. He cupped her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, his touch echoing the rhythm of my fingers inside her. We were in sync, our sole focus on bringing Vesper pleasure.
Oryx gripped Vesper’s hair. “Get her on all fours, she wants something to suck on, don’t you pet?”
I licked my lips and helped her get onto her knees, Oryx directed me to lay under her and pull her pussy to my face. I dove in again with my tongue and heard Vesper choke on what I knew was Oryx’s dick.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
My cock throbbed, aching to be touched, to be inside her. But this was her game, her rules, and I was more than willing to play along.
Oryx grunted, his hips moving slowly, fucking her mouth gently. His hand was tangled in her hair, guiding her pace. I could see his balls, heavy and full, and I couldn't help but reach up and cup them, rolling them gently in my hand. He groaned, his cock twitching in Vesper's mouth.
"Fuck, Vesper, Veylor," he rasped. "That's good."
Vesper hummed in agreement, her hips grinding against my face. I was coated in her, in them, and I couldn't get enough. My tongue delved deeper, my fingers working her faster. Her moans were coming more frequently now, her body tensing.
She was close.
“Is Veylor taking care of you? Doing a good enough job of that sweet pussy? I can sense it.”
Oryx hips moved faster. "Come on, pet," he growled. "Come for us. Let Veylor taste you. Grind your pussy into his face. Let me feel your desire while you suck me down."
She ground herself into my mouth and her body convulsed, her scream was muffled by Oryx's cock. I lapped at her, my fingers drawing out her orgasm, her walls clamping down on me.
She pulled off him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Oryx leaned down, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting himself, tasting her. I slipped out from under her, my body aching with need. But I knew better.
This was for her.
This was a test.
From both of them.
Oryx picked up Vesper from the couch and cradled her in his arms. She was limp, her eyes closed.
“I have eaten my fill, enough to put her to sleep.”
I frowned and picked up my trousers, awkwardly putting them over my shaft. “Is she still not sleeping well?”
Oryx shook his head. “I pushed her so she would sleep.”
I smiled and put my hand on Oryx’s arm. “Then we clean her and put her to bed. I’ll sit in a chair and watch over you both while you sleep.”
As I moved to leave, Oryx's tail coiled around my waist, drawing me back against him. The cold bone of his skull pressed near my temple while his wet tongue slid from between his teeth and traced a slow path up my neck.
“We are close,” he hummed. “I know this.”
I hoped to the Under Shadows that it was true.
Oryx cleaned and bathed her. She was half asleep when he tucked her into bed. Oryx was already nestled beside her, his front to her back, in the large nest he had created. His tail flicked back and forth in happiness and soon, he was asleep before Vesper had even closed his eyes.
Vesper's eyes found mine across the room. My chair waited by the table, stacked with books to pass the hours while they surrendered to sleep. Rest rarely claimed me, though a blanket draped over the chair's arm stood ready should exhaustion finally win.
Not that I think I would be sleeping, not with the images that were still playing in my head.
Our eyes locked across the room, neither of us looking away. I shifted in my chair, crossing one ankle over my knee, waiting. The silence stretched between us until I finally broke it. "Is there something I can do for you, Vesper?"
Vesper bit her lip. “I don’t know how to say this but, I don’t hate you.”
I smiled. “You don’t say?”
Vesper scowled. “Don’t get a big head about it.”
I laughed softly. "I wouldn't dream of it. I'm genuinely glad you don't despise me. I was aiming for something closer to liking, but not hating is," I paused to take a deep breath, "a good start." I intertwined my fingers.
Vesper bit down on her lip again and moved the blankets so they were open to me. I lifted an eyebrow in question.
“Don’t make me say,” she whispered.
“Say what, darling?” I countered.
She huffed and patted the bed.
I'd accept any scrap of affection she offered. Rising from my chair, I removed my shoes and tunic, feeling her gaze track each movement. When I slid into their nest, I maintained a careful distance, pulling the covers over myself and fixing my eyes on the ceiling above, waiting.
She sighed heavily again. “Do you need an invitation written in stone?”
“You are the one not communicating,” I drawled.
Vesper pulled on my arm and I rolled towards her, her face slammed into my chest.
Warmth filled my body as Vesper's breath was hot against my skin, her body relaxing into mine.
I tentatively wrapped an arm around her, half-expecting her to stiffen or pull away.
But she didn't. She nestled closer, her head tucking under my chin.
I could feel Oryx's tail wrap around the both of us.
"You're warmer than I thought," Vesper murmured, her voice barely audible. "Oryx's like a furnace, but you... you're just right."
I smiled into her hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled of that lavender Oryx talked about and a hint of Oryx's darkness. It was… nice. "And you're just right for us, pet," I whispered back.
She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine. There was a softness in her gaze that I hadn't seen before. "Just don’t fuck it up. You are still on probation" she said, but there was no heat in her words.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I know," I said. "And I'll spend every day making it up to you, if you'll let me."
She searched my face, her eyes flicking back and forth between mine. Then, she nodded slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. It wasn't complete forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start.
Behind her, Oryx stirred, his arm snaking around Vesper's waist, pulling her back against him. His eyes opened and he tilted his head as he took in Vesper in my arms. A soft purr rumbled in his chest, and he nuzzled into her hair.
"This is nice," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The three of us, together."
Vesper's lips twitched into a small smile. "Don't get used to it," she said, but again, there was no malice in her voice. She wiggled slightly, getting more comfortable between us.
Little did she know she would be getting used to it.
Now that she had opened the door, there was no going back.