23. Calliope
Calliope
Electric. Terrifying and exhilarating.
Soren’s lips brush mine, and in that instant, every synapse in my body fires. Something shatters and reforms deep inside me. All the bad kisses in the world fade away as Soren replaces the memories.
The taste of him. Wine, salt, the suggestion of something metallic. It floods my senses and sends me spinning out of myself. My hands find his face. His jaw is rough beneath my trembling fingertips.
I pull him closer, greedy for more, greedy for all of him.
I feel the faint tremor in his breath, the way he tries and fails to maintain composure as my mouth opens against his. His heartbeat is reckless, matching my own, an awkward staccato that drowns out the faint hum of the house and the electric whine of the distant city.
For a moment, there is only the impossible heat between us, the movement of his hands as they slide over my shoulders, into my hair, tangling, desperate.
His lips are gentle, savoring as though he’s trying to memorize every inch of me his lips can touch.
That’s when I feel Vex at my back, sandwiching me between them. His hands on my hips nearly steal the attention away but I’m lost in him, in Soren.
“My turn.” Vex licks my neck, full-on licks it as Soren ends the kiss. His lips puffy and swollen, his eyes black with lust.
Vex’s hand tangles in my hair as he tilts my head back and finally fucking kisses me. He doesn’t just kiss me. He annihilates me. The moment his mouth closes over mine, Vex becomes a storm, unmooring me from every anchor point I have.
It’s ravenous, so unlike the hungry but careful press of Soren’s lips that for an instant I’m not even sure what to do with it. How to meet him. Vex’s lips are colder than Soren’s, bruising and insistent, his tongue parting my lips to claim and dominate.
I try to keep up, to match him, but there is no matching Vex. He holds my hair bundled in his fist, keeping my head exactly where he wants it. His other hand slides down to my hip, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of my jeans as he drags me flush against him.
The cool of his palm seeps through my shirt, and I gasp.
His teeth catch the corner of my mouth, and blood beads on my lower lip, a prickle of pain that only makes me want more.
For half a second, he goes utterly still against my mouth.
He doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t move. Then he swallows my gasp and kisses me harder.
I’m lost, spinning out, barely able to mark the passage of time. Somewhere beyond Vex, Soren watches, his eyes gone impossibly dark, the faintest curl of a smile on his swollen lips. His thumb brushes my cheek, gentle and steady, holding me in place as I dissolve beneath Vex’s mouth.
He kisses like he’s starving and I’m the last thing left alive. Every nerve ending in my body lights up, and I forget how to breathe.
Vex consumes me, all of me, and I let him.
By the time he breaks away, I’m shaking, boneless, the taste of him burned onto my tongue.
I have no idea what I’ve gotten myself into with these two. And I’ve never in all my years been with two men at once but here’s the thing. I want it. I want them more than anything I’ve ever felt in my life and it’s simple really.
They make me forget about every hurt I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Every pain from every ex. And for a moment just a moment, I didn’t think about her.
About my daughter.
I’m just me. Just Calliope Cantemir. A woman, a desirable woman and I chase it. I chase it by diving for Soren’s lips. Stealing another kiss and needing to fall into him, into them. For right now. For right this moment.
Soren meets me halfway, his mouth hot and eager as I press against him. This time, I take control, tangling my fingers in his dark hair as I deepen the kiss. I’m acutely aware of Vex watching us, his breath coming in short, ragged pants against the back of my neck.
“You’re beautiful together,” Vex murmurs, his voice rough. “Almost makes me want to leave you two alone.”
His hands slide around my waist instead, fingers working open the buttons of my shirt. I break from Soren’s kiss with a gasp as cool air brushes my exposed skin.
“Is this what you want?” Vex asks, his lips grazing my ear. “Both of us?”
I can’t form words. I can only nod.
Soren catches the loosened fabric and pushes it from one shoulder, then the other. I’m trapped between them, Soren’s warmth in front of me and the cool press of Vex at my back.
Soren traces the curve of my collarbone with careful fingers.
Vex lowers his mouth to the place where my neck meets my shoulder, kissing and biting as though patience has never once occurred to him.
“Say it,” Vex demands, nipping at my earlobe. “Tell us what you want, Calliope.”
I turn my head toward him, close enough that our noses nearly brush. “I want you. Both of you.” The words leave me breathless, barely audible over my pounding heart.
“Good,” Soren whispers.
Then, more firmly, “Good.”
I reach out with trembling fingers as I unbutton one of his buttons. His shirt feels silky beneath my fingertips. Slowly I reveal his chest. Tufts of hair trail down, down, my eyes following with what I’m sure is lust.
He’s perfect. Words fail me as I finally look at Soren. Now kneeling before me still on the damn Twister mat. His skin warm and flushed. I reach out trailing a finger over his abs down to that sexy little V. My finger plays at the button to his pants, one little adjustment and it pops free.
Vex however has a different plan, he grips my hands behind my back, pressing my breasts forward, heavy in my bra. “Not rushing,” he murmurs from behind me.
Soren tilts his head looking at Vex. I swear I see a flash of worry there. Just a hint and then it’s gone.
His chest presses against my back and I want nothing more than to turn around and lick up the same muscle of his chest.
No rushing.
No rushing.
No rushing.
I chant it in my head but my clit pulses against my panties and their stares make waiting nearly excruciating.
The latch to my bra frees. “If I let go are you going to move?”
“Always a possibility with Soren looking at me like that.” I heave.
And he remains motionless before me, his eyes dark with lust, his hands clenched at his sides.
Vex chuckles rolling the straps down my arms. “Watch,” he whispers revealing my breasts to Soren.
To me? They’re just breasts. A few stretch marks when… well they’re there. And small, smaller than I prefer. But Soren looks at me like I’m perfect like my flaws don’t even exist. Like they never existed in the first place.
It’s intoxicating.
Vex’s hands remain on my wrists, holding them firmly behind my back. I feel completely exposed, naked from the waist up with Soren kneeling before me, his gaze traveling over my body like he’s committing every curve to memory.
“Perfect,” Soren whispers, and the word sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with the cool air against my skin.
I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone dry. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” His voice is low. “You’re exquisite, Calliope.”
Vex releases one of my wrists, his hand sliding around to cup my breast. I gasp at the contact, my head falling back against his shoulder.
“He’s right, you know,” Vex murmurs against my ear. “Even if you can’t see it yet.”
His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I arch into his touch despite myself. Soren watches the movement with hungry eyes, his jaw tightening.
Soren leans forward, his lips sucking my nipple into his mouth and pulling. I can feel my panties soak. My clit pulses and my hips try to roll forward. I moan in annoyance. Needing more needing them.
“No rushing,” Vex whispers against my throat. “We finally get you between us let us have this. Let us worship you.”
I moan. “I don’t know how.” I twist because just the slightest of touches has my body pulling tighter and tighter and tighter.
Soren pops off and then he’s pressed completely against me. “Just. Feel.” His lips are on mine again stealing thought and reason.
I barely notice we’re moving. Only because my legs meet air. A zipper, then cold air greets me. My jeans roll down my thighs. And then I’m sitting down, my knees on either side of Vex. We’re on the couch. My head feels heavy, heady.
Soren leans over me whispering words to Vex I strain to hear but I can’t not when I lean back against his warm chest, his pants still on. While I’m now just in my panties. Luckily, they aren’t granny panties.
When Soren pulls back, he’s kneeling before me on the rug, while I straddle Vex.
Vex’s hands grip my hips, steadying me as I straddle him. The position makes me feel vulnerable and exposed. Soren kneels before me like he’s about to pray at an altar.
And I’m the fucking altar.
“Fuck,” Vex breathes against my neck. His hands on my hips creep toward the junction of my thighs. His finger glides back and forth between my pussy lips. “You’re soaked through.”
I blush, but don’t try to hide it. There’s no point. I’m beyond pretending I don’t want this, want them.
“These need to go.” Vex grips my panties ripping them apart, leaving on the tattered waistband. “That’s fucking hot.”
“Beautiful,” Soren murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking beautiful.”
I’m completely naked now, while both of them remain partially clothed. The power imbalance should make me uncomfortable, but instead it heightens every sensation. I feel like a goddess between them, worshipped and desired.
Again I think of the translation. Of the goddess Sophia. Is it too much to think I am that goddess?
Vex’s hardness presses against my ass through his jeans, and I roll my hips instinctively, seeking friction. He groans, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Patience,” he warns, but there’s no real threat in his voice. Only desire.
Soren leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on my inner thigh. I gasp at the contact, my fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue traces a path higher, and I tighten my grip. The anticipation makes my muscles clench.