Chapter 58 One Year Later - Lyra
One year later - Lyra
Asliver of dark, curling erevas winds around my stomach. Arching my back, I suck in a gasp as it flicks against my nipple.
“Don’t hold those breathy little cries in from me.” The male seated in front of me wears a smug expression and nothing else. Kaelen strokes a hand over his cock, and I swallow as it bobs, the head slick and shiny. “I want to hear them, witch.”
He’s heard plenty of them so far. A stroke of shadow works between my legs, rubbing over my nub, and my cry echoes in unison with Darian and Eres as shadows wrap around their cocks and pump. My words are breathless. “As punishments go, this one might be my favorite.”
“Agreed.” Darian chokes out.
Something that might be a whine ripples from Eres’s throat.
The three of us are on our knees on the very edge of our bed, our wrists bound above our heads by Kaelen’s shadows. They trickle from his palm, endless amounts winding around us and pinning us in place.
And all because we gave Rosen and Jace a little bit of flour to play with.
Well. It was a bag. We gave them a bag of flour.
Quite a big bag, really.
But it was Darian’s idea to let them into Kaelen’s office.
The shadows play with my breasts, my core, flicking and stroking and rubbing until I try to press my legs together. But I can’t, since they’re bound too.
“I’m trying to decide who to fuck the attitude out of first,” Kaelen says calmly. “Possibly you, witch, since you seem to be the ringleader every single fucking time.”
I bite down on my lip to hide my smile, but he sees it. “It’s not my fault that you seem to be easily riled, wielder.”
He gets to his feet, taking his time as he makes his way toward us. Eres sounds as if he’s half on the verge of release already, his torso twisting in the bindings and his eyes lidded. “Kae. Please.”
Kaelen runs a hand down his cheek. Lower. He flicks the head of Eres’s cock, and my healer’s groan makes me clench again. “You know I like it when you beg. Wait your turn.”
But I watch as he lifts Eres’s heavy cock, pushing it up toward his stomach. Kaelen presses into him, notching his own cock around Eres’s and wrapping his hand around both of them, rubbing. “Just a little taste.”
“Fuck. Yes, please,” Eres twists, bucking his hips. “More.”
When Kaelen pulls away, Eres sags. “No.”
Kae is smirking as he moves over to me, my mouth agog. His fingers hook inside my mouth, tugging lightly before he pulls them free. “Don’t give me ideas. I can easily fill that mouth.”
His hand strokes down my stomach, fingers spearing through my curls and playing with me, scratching lightly over my most sensitive part until I’m panting.
“What I really want, is to fuck all of you at once. You, pinned on your stomach. The question is if it would be Eres or Darian fucking you, witch. Because someone needs to go after.”
Darian chokes as the shadows tighten around him. “Fuck.”
“I think he likes the sound of that. Eres fucking you,” Kaelen murmurs, with a gleam in his eye. Eres cries out, and I twist my head to see a dark stream of shadow pushing inside his ass. “And Darian fucking him.” The moan from Darian tells me Kaelen’s shadows are working hard.
“I’d be on top, of course.” He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them until they hit the perfect position inside me, and my toes curl. “Making sure you all do as you’re told.”
“I don’t know,” Darian pants. “I think you quite enjoyed Lyra’s finger—,”
The shadows wrap around his lower face before he can finish, effectively gagging him. I gasp as Kaelen pulls back. His erevas tugs us forward, suspending our upper halves over the empty space at the bottom of our bed, leaving us dangling in mid-air.
And his shadows—
They push inside me, heavy and somehow warm as Kaelen flicks his hands. They feel close to the sensation of his cock, but I don’t feel as full. The three of us bounce with the force of Kaelen’s demands, the shadows nudging me toward that glorious cliff but not enough to push me over.
“Fuck.” Kaelen pumps his cock harder, his gaze dragging across the three of us. “This is my favorite sight. The three of you, quiet and well-fucked.”
Three muffled moans answer him, none of us able to speak through the shadows that cover our mouths.
My body coils, loose and tight and burning and needing. When the gag vanishes, Kaelen lifts up my chin. “Still with me?”
The flicker of concern in his eyes wipes away when I smirk at him, replaced by satisfaction.
He pushes the head of his cock against my lips, using the momentum of the shadows to fuck my throat without moving.
I swallow him down, almost choking on his length, and he groans, his hands burying in my loose hair and holding onto it. “Not too much. I’m not done yet.”
Good. I need at least one of them inside me before I explode. Kaelen pulls himself free, and I gasp as the erevas cuts me loose with a single movement, falling forward into his arms. Kaelen nudges me back on the bed. “Spread your legs. Let me see.”
Shifting back, I watch as he slashes his hand, catching Eres as he falls forward. Kaelen kisses him, hard, before he urges him back to lay beside me and moves on to Darian.
His head tilts, watching as Darian’s head tips back. Sweat beads on his forehead, and I feel Eres’s hand nudge between my legs, stroking as we watch. His lips find my neck, and I stretch out, silently encouraging more as he moves up my neck and across to my lips.
“How much do you want to be fucked, Dare?” Kaelen murmurs behind us. “Eres. On your back.”
When he doesn’t listen, his lips playing with mine, Kaelen slaps him across the ass. “Now.”
I swallow his moan down. Eres rolls over, and I pull myself onto my knees to watch as Kaelen finally releases Dare from the bonds. He lifts him up, their mouths meeting before he turns him. Toward Eres.
They stare at each other, both breathing heavily, and the tension in the air slips up, impossibly higher.
I’m on the verge of chanting some sort of prayer to both Aedryn and Erevan when Darian finally moves. He crawls onto the bed, straddling Eres. Their cocks brush together, and Eres flushes a deep, deep shade of scarlet.
But he doesn’t say anything as Darian lowers his head.
Kaelen and I still, watching as their mouths meet. Darian presses a soft kiss to Eres’s upper lip. And then the bottom, brushing it with his tongue. “Good?”
Eres pushes himself up on his elbows in response. Their mouths slam together, and Darian makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.
I jump as hands cup my breasts from behind. Lips land on my shoulder, Kaelen’s murmur following. “Lean forward.”
The shadows catch me, forming a soft-feeling support around my stomach that holds me in place as Kaelen pushes inside me. My eyes lower as his hands find my hips, squeezing before he surges his own hips forward. “Watch them.”
I can’t take my eyes away. Both of them make soft sounds as they keep kissing. Darian’s hands find Eres’s wrists, pinning him to the bed as he flexes. His legs are between Eres’s, their cocks pushed together as he moves, back and forth, creating a friction between them as if he’s fucking him.
“I can’t,” Eres pants, tearing his mouth away. His eyes close when Darian’s teeth sink into his neck. “I’m going to finish.”
“No.” Kaelen says from behind me. “Not yet. Lyra first.”
I’m already on the edge, my body burning as sparks erupt between my legs. Kaelen cups me as he thrusts, his fingers plucking, and my cry drowns out any other sound as I buck beneath him.
He’s already lowering me to the bed, his hands massaging the back of my neck as I go limp. “You’re not done yet.”
“I can’t move.” I grumble the words, swatting at him when I feel his lips on my ass. His teeth sink in, and I yelp.
“Up,” he murmurs. “Go and show Eres what you taste like.”
I don’t know what he means, and I eye him as he moves from behind me and climbs behind Darian. Dare stills when Kaelen cups his throat, stroking the skin. “Stay where you are.”
“Lyra.” Eres turns his head toward me. He holds out his hand. “Come and sit here.”
“Where?”
He taps his lips. “Right here.”
I feel my eyes widen. “There?”
Eres tugs me toward him. “I want to taste you. Face Darian.”
I hover over him, my center over his mouth. “I’m not sure—,”
He pulls me down, his arms strong as they hook over my legs, and I sink down over his face. His groan ripples into me, and I feel his tongue swipe against swollen flesh.
It’s too much. I’m too sensitive. But he holds me in place as I roll my hips, his mouth not stopping, and I lose myself in the feel of his tongue against me, scraping and nipping. When it pushes inside me, I slam my hands down onto his chest, holding on and locking eyes with Darian.
Kaelen still has hold of his throat. And as I stare, Eres’s tongue spearing me, Kaelen thrusts inside him, pushing Dare forward and against Eres’s cock as Darian gasps.
Eres’s moan is muffled. “Again.”
Darian’s eyes drag over my breasts, over Eres, his eyes opening and closing as Kaelen holds him in place and flexes his hips into him.
My whole body is nothing more than sensation. Darian watching me, Eres licking me, Kaelen’s eyes holding me in place—all of it is too much, and my second release explodes through my body before I barely know it’s there. My muscles contract, clenching.
And Eres licks up everything I give him, appreciative moans in his throat as his arms hold me in place.
His mouth gentles, moving from teasing to soft, leisurely strokes.
But his body stiffens, and I look down as his cock, pressed against Darian’s, spills over his stomach. Darian cries out. “Fuck—Eres—,”
“I’m sorry.” But Darian’s hips twist, an almost pained, euphoric look on his face as he follows Eres over the edge, their releases mingling together.
And Kaelen thrusts once, twice, his head tipping back as he pulls Dare back against his chest and tightens against him, his face twisting with his own release.
Eres’s arms finally loosen. I manage to crawl off him before sprawling forward. Darian lands between the two of us, his face pressed into the bedding.
My body still flutters with the aftershock of two releases.
All three of us are silent. Possibly a little stunned.
“You know,” I rasp eventually. “He doesn’t even know about the eggs yet.”
The silence stretches out.
Darian’s laughter starts shaking the bed. Then Eres’s.
“What eggs?” Kaelen stares at us. “What eggs?”