Chapter 6 Anabel
Six
Anabel
Luca’s breath catches, his eyes flashing with heat.
I see the moment his resolve crumbles, and he slides off the bed, landing between my spread legs beside Cole.
His mouth crashes into Cole’s, his tongue sweeping into his mouth, the kiss hard and rough.
Cole groans into the kiss, his hand sliding up to tangle in Luca’s hair, pulling him closer.
Oh. My. God. Watching Cole and Luca kiss, all desperate and messy, knowing the taste of my pussy is now on both their tongues…I might come on the spot.
Luca’s hand moves faster over his cock, his breath ragged as he deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring Cole’s mouth like he’s savoring every drop of me.
I watch them, my pussy throbbing, my body aching for more.
Luca pulls back, his forehead pressed to Cole’s.
“Fuck, you taste so good together.” Then he moves back slightly and threads his fingers through Cole’s messy curls, guiding his mouth back to my aching pussy.
“Now get back to work, Cole. Make her come like a good boy.”
He kisses Cole’s neck, making Cole shudder and moan softly. Luca’s eyes are on mine as he licks a slow, wet stripe up the side of Luca’s neck. I feel Cole’s fingers on my thighs, spreading me wide again, and then his mouth is back on my pussy, his tongue fucking into me with deep, hungry strokes.
I whimper, my hips writhing, my body already coiled tight, ready to snap.
Luca’s fingers slide through my slickness, teasing around where Cole’s tongue is circling my clit, before he presses two thick fingers inside me.
I let out a loud, surprised moan, my back arching as my pussy clenches around him.
He curls them just right, hitting a spot that makes everything go warm and fuzzy.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Luca growls as he watches his fingers disappear inside me. “So wet for us. Taking my fingers like a good girl while Cole eats that pretty cunt.”
Cole moans against my pussy, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
His tongue works over my clit in a steady rhythm until I’m panting, head moving back and forth, senseless.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, surrounding me in delicious warmth.
Luca’s fingers pump in and out of me, slow at first, then faster.
The wet sound of my pussy fills the room, but I’m too close to coming to feel any shame.
I’m so wet that my thighs are slick, my juices dripping down my ass, soaking the sheets beneath me. Luca’s fingers are coated in me, his knuckles glistening as he fucks me, his other hand gripping Cole’s hair, guiding his mouth exactly where I need it.
“That’s it,” Luca murmurs in a sensuously filthy voice. “Let go, cara. Come all over his face. Show him how good he makes you feel.”
Cole’s tongue works me over, licking and sucking, his lips sealing around me as he sucks hard on my swollen clit.
Luca’s fingers curl inside me, pressing against what has to be my g-spot, and I scream, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.
My pussy clenches around his fingers, my thighs trembling, my back arching off the bed as pleasure tears through me, so sharp and sweet it’s as though it’s rearranging me from the inside.
Luca doesn’t stop. His fingers keep moving, fucking me through my orgasm, prolonging the sensation until I’m gasping, my body shaking.
Cole’s mouth stays on me, his tongue swirling over my throbbing, pulsing clit until I’m dizzy.
He backs off slightly, but only enough for Luca to kiss him again, their lips and tongues crashing messily together as they kiss against my still throbbing pussy.
I swear I feel a fresh trickle of moisture at the sight of these two men making out right against my pussy, teasing me with brushes of their lips, their tongues.
I watch them, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as they break apart. Luca’s fingers slow inside me, his touch gentler now, his thumb circling my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. Cole’s mouth moves to my inner thigh, his lips pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to my skin.
Luca pulls his fingers from my pussy, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck, you taste incredible,” he says roughly. Then he leans in, claiming Cole’s mouth again, their kiss messy and hot, their tongues sliding together as they share the taste of me.
I moan as Luca’s fingers slide back inside me, stretching me just enough to make my thighs tremble. He pumps them in and out in an unhurried rhythm. I’m still sensitive from my orgasm, but I’m aching and desperate for more.
Then he pulls his fingers free, wet and shining with me, and my stomach flips as he brings them to Cole’s mouth.
Cole’s lips part eagerly, his tongue darting out to taste me even before Luca pushes his fingers inside.
Luca groans, his gaze locked on Cole’s mouth as he feeds him my slickness, his fingers sliding between Cole’s lips, fucking his mouth in slow, deep strokes.
“Suck,” Luca growls. “Taste how sweet she is. Taste how wet our gorgeous girl is.”
Our girl. Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes yes yes.
Cole moans around Luca’s fingers as he sucks them clean. Luca’s free hand slides into Cole’s hair, gripping tight, his thumb brushing over Cole’s lower lip as he pulls his fingers free with a wet pop.
“Good boy,” Luca says, his voice thick with approval, and the way Cole moans in response to Luca’s praise has my clit perking up. I slide my hand down my body and between my legs, toying with my swollen clit as they start to kiss again.
I watch them, my pussy throbbing, my body on fire. Luca pulls back, his lips swollen, his chin glistening with me, with Cole. His eyes lock onto mine, and then he moves lower, his hands settling on my inner thighs, thumbs brushing against the outer lips of my pussy.
“Tell me I can taste you,” he says, a desperate tinge in his voice. “Please, cara.”
I exhale shakily and nod, moaning when I see Cole’s hand stroking up and down his impossibly hard cock. He nods, too, eyes fixed between my legs.
Luca’s tongue drags up my slit in one long, slow lick, and then he seals his lips around my clit as he sucks it into his mouth. I gasp, my hips lifting off the bed, incoherent words falling from my lips.
Luca’s mouth is nothing like Cole’s.
Where Cole’s tongue was soft, hesitant at first, Luca’s is confident and sure.
His mouth works my pussy like he’s starving, like he’s been waiting years to taste me, and every drag of his tongue over my throbbing flesh is deliberate and filthy.
A broken sound tears from my throat as I shove my pussy in his face.
He licks my clit in perfect swirls, over and over again, then dips his tongue lower, pushing it into my dripping hole.
I let out a jagged moan, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
He groans against my cunt and then pulls back, his tongue swirling around my entrance before plunging in again.
And again. And again. Like he’s trying to drink me from the inside out while he fucks me into a writhing mess with his talented tongue.
“Fuck! Luca. Luca.” His name is a whimper, a plea, a curse. My clit throbs, aching for attention, but he ignores it, too busy fucking me with his tongue, nose pressing against my clit just enough to make me whine and beg with needy little sounds I’m sure I’ve never made before in my life.
He pulls out and licks every single inch of me, peppering my clit with teasing kisses.
And then he rubs his whole mouth over me.
His lips, his chin, his jaw—all of it, slick and hot as he covers himself in me.
He groans, the sound guttural, and then he’s licking me again, but this time it’s messy. Wet. Sloppy.
It’s heaven.
I meet Cole’s heavy-lidded eyes, and he’s fucking his fist as he watches Luca eat me out.
I whimper, thighs shaking, overwhelmed with pleasure.
With need. With the shocking intensity of how much I want both of them.
How much I want to watch them together, how much I want to feel both of their bodies against mine.
Luca pulls back, his mouth glistening with me. He looks at Cole, his voice a dark rasp. “Open.”
Cole’s lips part instantly, his eyes locked onto Luca. Then Luca leans in, his mouth hovering over Cole’s.
And then he spits.
“Swallow,” he commands, his voice rough.
A thick, wet rope lands on Cole’s tongue, Luca’s saliva mixing with my juices.
Cole moans, his throat working as he swallows, his eyes fluttering shut as a blissful look comes over his face.
He swallows again, as if making sure he got everything.
Luca strokes his face affectionately as quiet falls over the room.
Cole’s chest rises and falls like he’s just run a race. “I thought…you were only supposed to guide?” There’s no reproach in his tone, only curiosity and hope. My fingers twitch against the sheets, my body still humming from what just happened—what’s still happening.
Luca’s gaze flickers between us, his jaw tight, his amber eyes burning.
He slowly rubs a hand over his mouth, like he’s just realizing how far things have already gone.
“That’s all I’m supposed to do,” he says, voice tinged with regret.
“It’s… I’m not allowed to get involved. Jupiter doesn’t like it if gods mess around with unbonded mortals. ”
“Unbonded?” Cole asks, lines digging in between his brows.
“A sacred bond is the only permissible way for a god to…to be with a mortal. Or mortals,” he adds with a half-smile.
“But…it’s been centuries since I’ve heard of that happening.
It’s rare. Incredibly rare. I’m not…” He shakes his head, and for the first time tonight, our confident, smirking god seems to be at a loss for words.
“I’m here to answer your wishes. To help you. Not get involved.”
I sit up and reach for him. My fingers slide into his dark waves, tugging just enough to make him look at me.
His breath catches, his gorgeous, full lips parted.
“You’re already involved,” I say. “Because we want you to be.” His throat works as he swallows hard.
I lean down, my lips brushing his ear. “I don’t know anything about sacred bonds or the rules of gods.
But I do know that this feels special, Luca.
Like you’re meant to be here with me and Cole. ”
Cole moves closer, his hand sliding around Luca’s waist. “I want you, too,” he says, his expression open, earnest. “I love Anabel, and you’re bringing us together.
But we want you, too, Luca.” His thumb traces slow circles on Luca’s hip.
“I’ve never been with a man before, but the things I’d let you do to me… ”
A whimper escapes me before I can stop it. I nod, my fingers tightening in Luca’s hair. “I think you’re meant to do more than help us find our way to each other.”
Luca’s breath shudders out of him. He closes his eyes, leaning his head against my thigh for a heartbeat.
When he pulls back, his gaze is raw, hungry.
“From the moment I saw you,” he says, voice rough with emotion, “I wanted you both. The way you look at each other—it’s pure.
Sweet. Real.” He reaches up and brushes my cheek, then Cole’s.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful, inside and out.
I can see it all when I look at you. The humour, the playfulness, the intelligence, the deep love you have for each other.
So perfect. Both of you.” His jaw tightens and he’s quiet for a beat.
“But it’s forbidden. I’m not supposed to—”
“But you’re allowed to grant wishes, right?” I cut in, the words tumbling out before I can second guess them. “What if this is just an extension of our wish?”
He nods slowly, eyes moving back and forth between me and Cole. “An extension of the wish.” He says it as though he’s mulling it over, testing it.
Cole’s hand slides up Luca’s back, caressing him with a tenderness that makes my chest ache. “We want you,” he says. “Please. Guide us. Fuck us.”
Luca’s breath catches. His eyes flit between us, his chest rising and falling too fast. Then he exhales, sharp, like he’s been holding his breath for years. “Yes,” he says, and I can hear the relief in his voice. “But only tonight. It can only be for tonight.”
The relief I feel is tinged with sadness that we’ll only have this one night with a man who’s a total stranger but feels like anything but.
Cole doesn’t hesitate. He leans in and kisses Luca, slow and deep and filthy. I watch them, my fingers already sliding between my legs, my clit throbbing under my touch. Luca groans into the kiss, his hands gripping Cole’s hips, pulling him closer.
I already know that one night won’t be enough.