Chapter 85
Chapter Eighty-Five
Folami
Lex collapsed with a pained groan on the two mattresses we’d pushed together in our room to create a bed large enough for all four of us to sleep together.
“The training was not that bad today. You are overreacting,” I playfully admonished, even as my own muscles shook and twitched.
We’d escalated our training ever since Torin returned a few weeks ago, a new fervor taking hold as we prepared for the inevitable. Solace would attack, and we had to be prepared for whenever that came.
My body ached in ways it hadn’t since I’d first started training with a spear nearly twenty years ago. Months of doing little more than staring at a wall atrophied my muscles to the point that they screamed in protest when I simply held my spear in front of my body.
Weeks later, and I was finally starting to progress into the more advanced movements I’d honed previously.
My muscles screamed in agony, though it was a good kind of ache.
“I am not overreacting,” Lex griped, voice muffled by the thick comforter. Peytor entered next, dramatically flopping next to Lex, jostling the bed.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I have to agree with Lex, Folami. That training was torturous.”
Lex turned onto his side enough to draw Peytor into his chest, the two cuddling together. “This is why Peytor is now my favorite.”
Ilyas chuffed a laugh at the sight, the door closing with a soft snick in his wake as his large hands encapsulated my shoulders, strong fingers digging into the muscles in my back.
I groaned openly and deeply, the sound freezing all three men’s movements.
“Folami,” Lex whined as Ilyas huffed into my braids, large body quaking with laughter.
“I can’t help it. His fingers just feel so good,” I said, head tilted back, and eyes closed as I relaxed into Ilyas’ ministrations. “He’s my favorite,” I teased, echoing Lex’s earlier jab.
Peytor gasped in mock outrage before the sounds of lips meeting lips filled the space. Clearly, Lex had taken it upon himself to silence Peytor in the only way he knew.
I cracked an eye open, curious to see the sight of two of my loves together. It was as arousing as I expected. Both men were of similar height, but Peytor was significantly broader, his body curling protectively around Lex’s lithe form.
Ilyas’ mouth moved to my ear, hot breath fanning over my neck and chest. “Should we join them, ayaba?”
Arousal pulsed through my veins, hot and insistent, before pooling low in my belly. It was a welcome sensation after going without for months, and I wanted nothing more than to simply reinsert myself in this dynamic, especially now that Peytor was involved.
But my rising desire fell to a low simmer at the memory of my withdrawal, of my inability to be present for those I loved.
“Yes,” I whispered, clinging to Ilyas’ hand as it stilled on my shoulder.
“But?”
“But I need to apologize first.”
“Apologize for what, Fo?” Peytor asked, his head resting on a propped hand. Lex turned so he laid on his back, one hand lightly resting on Peytor’s chest while his eyes swept me with concern.
I sighed as I moved out of Ilyas’ hold toward the bed. Both Peytor and Lex scrambled as quickly as their aching muscles would allow to the headboard. I nestled myself in the space Lex and Peytor created, both men folding around me as Ilyas found a spot curled around Lex’s back.
“Apologize for what?” Peytor reiterated. I sighed as I traced obscure patterns on the back of Peytor’s hand.
“For not being present. For pushing you all away. For being neglectful in this Bond, in this relationship,” I whispered, rapidly wiping at my burning eyes in an effort to stave off the emotion threatening to spill down my cheeks.
Lex’s gentle caress replaced my own aggressive one, soothing the hurt while simultaneously breaking me apart.
I didn’t deserve his kindness, his gentleness.
My absence hurt them. Pushed Lex out of our bed and into a study room.
Kept Ilyas on the outside of our burgeoning relationship, and forced Peytor away from the people he cared about most.
Itanya was loved by all of them, not just me, and I’d retracted inward, choosing to grieve alone rather than borrow strength from each of them.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Lex said with a shake of his head.
“But I do. We could have grieved together, found solace in each other. Instead, I pushed everyone away, nearly fractured our group.” My voice cracked on the last statement, and I bit my lip to stave off further tears. My beads clicked together in an angry symphony as I aggressively shook my head.
“Yes,” Lex admitted. “You could have. But then Peytor and I wouldn’t have had extremely hot hate sex in the office.”
Peytor groaned in embarrassment, but I could feel his smile against my shoulder where his face was tightly tucked. Even the corners of my lips twitched.
“Was it?” I asked.
“Was it, what, Fo?”
“Hot?” I whispered, and all three men groaned. Peytor hardened against my leg, and a quick glance downward showed a similar situation in Lex’s pants.
“Yes, Fo,” Peytor whispered against my neck. “It was otherworldly.”
Arousal flushed my cheeks and elevated my heart rate. Lex’s pupils dilated at the outward signs of my desire.
“I—I would like us all to be . . . together. If that is something you all want,” I admitted softly. It was as if time stood still. Each of the men froze, the air thickening with lust and desire until it was nearly oppressive.
“Folami,” Lex whined as Peytor groaned.
“We do nothing unless you are absolutely certain, ayaba,” Ilyas interjected even as his large, dark hand swept past Lex’s hip to tease at his growing erection.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched the large Pleasure Mage stroke my Bonded’s cock through his pants.
Lex whimpered at the sensation, and Peytor swore from behind me.
“Fuck. That’s . . . “
“Incredible,” I finished breathlessly.
Immediately, Ilyas’ hand stilled, pulling a pained groan from Lex’s throat. “Why must you do that to me and then stop?”
“Because I need confirmation from our woman. I need to know that she is well, that this is what she desires and not because it is what we want.”
Lex’s eyes fluttered open as he fixed me with an intense stare.
Despite his blown pupils, I found the seriousness in his gaze.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would stop this completely if I said the word.
That we would simply take turns in the copper tub, soaking our sore muscles, before collapsing into bed together for an entirely different reason.
All three men would accept that decision without question.
They loved me, they respected me, but they also wanted me.
And I wanted them in return.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want this. Want to be together as a quad. Want to show you how much I appreciate all of you, how much I love each of you.”
One of them whimpered at my words, but my eyes were already closed against the torrent of emotions swirling through my mind.
“Shh, ayaba. We’ve got you. Let us take care of you. Let us love you,” Ilyas whispered before he pressed his lips to mine. Instantly, my mind quieted, my body growing lax as I opened my mouth to Ilyas’ tongue and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Peytor,” I heard Lex say, a hint of mischievousness in the way he said his name. “Why don’t you go ahead and show our woman how much we love her and lick her pussy until she comes?”
I moaned into Ilyas’ mouth, a sound he greedily devoured, as Peytor moved from my side, his hands finding the waistband of my pants and yanking desperately.
“Gladly,” he breathed.
My pants and underclothes were removed in short order, Peytor’s warm breath ghosting over the thatch of hair just above my mound.
I stiffened as he sniffed. All three men caught the motion and stopped their movements. Ilyas broke our kiss to peer down at me, a question in his lust-riddled gaze.
“I—I haven’t showered,” I stammered, cheeks heating. “I’m sure it—”
“Tastes divine,” Peytor assured, punctuating his statement with a long lick between my labia with the flat of his tongue.
I gasped at the sensation, and Ilyas responded with a wicked smile.
“Ilyas, move over so I can have a turn,” Lex admonished, playfully pushing his Pleasure Bonded to the side. Ilyas moved off of me with one last lingering kiss before immediately reaching for the ties on my tunic.
Lex’s mouth replaced Ilyas’ plush lips, his kiss different but no less drugging or insistent. Our tongues danced and writhed, Lex’s hands carving into my braids, as Peytor’s tongue worked my pussy and Ilyas’ palms found my breasts.
I gasped and groaned at the warring sensations, a slave to my desire and their touch.
A rip sounded briefly before hot air met my chest, Ilyas’ lips descending to capture one of my exposed nipples while his fingers played with the other. At the same time, Peytor suckled my clit, his tongue laving my bundle of nerves while two of his fingers plunged deep into my depths.
I cried out at the stimulation, a sound Lex swallowed with a sloppy kiss.
Seconds later, I came, bursting apart at the seams as my three men brought me to the most intense orgasm of my life. It seemed like the waves of my pleasure continued for eons, Peytor coaxing every bit of it out with his fingers pressed tightly to the spot deep within my pussy.
Eventually, I came down from the high, chest heaving with panted breaths and muscles languid.
“That’s one,” Lex stated matter-of-factly as all three rose from the bed, leaving me cold and bereft. But only for a moment as my eyes were drawn to their differing forms as they quickly shed their clothing.
Peytor was naked first, his broad chest dusted with hair a shade darker than the curls atop his head. His muscles rippled and moved as he squeezed the base of his cock, the slit already oozing precum and begging for my attention.
I started to sit up, but was gently pushed back down by Lex’s strong hand, forced to watch as he and Ilyas disrobed in turn.
Content to watch them bare themselves to me, I relaxed back against the pillows, gaze drawn to my Mage and his long, sinewy muscles. Our Bond Mark pulsated slightly, and I reached up suddenly to kiss it, my lips landing directly over his heart.
“I love you,” I whispered against his chest. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”
Lex said nothing, but I could see the emotion brimming in his eyes, could swear I felt it down the Bond despite the fact we were only a Mage and Vessel.
Ilyas grasped my chin and turned me to face him, and I gasped as the blunt head of his enormous cock nearly poked my forehead.
It didn’t matter how many times I saw the mountain of a man naked; I would never become accustomed to the enormity of his cock.
“Thank you for always seeing me,” I whispered to him, the darkness in his eyes receding slightly to reveal an understanding that only he and I shared.
I delicately kissed the head of his erection, a rumbling laugh echoing through the Pleasure Vessel at the action.
My lips came away sticky, and I hummed at the salty taste as my tongue darted out to lick at his essence.
“And you,” I said, finally sitting up so my face was even with Peytor’s abdomen. He fell to his heels, pushing our faces together as his erection coated my stomach in his arousal.
“Thank you for being my rock and for finally seeing the light.”
Peytor chuckled against my forehead before laying a soft kiss on the skin there.
“You’re welcome, Fo.”
“Now, let us fuck you and show you how much we love you, how much we are in this relationship together.”