Chapter 36 #2
I laugh against his lips at his surprising behavior. “I thought you were okay with sharing?”
His tongue sweeps in my mouth again, making me forget the words I was thinking. My entire body heats, and wetness pools between my thighs.
“Doesn’t mean I’m okay with you touching him while I’m kissing you,” he growls in my head, never stopping the kiss.
“She doesn’t have to be touching me to be thinking about me, asshole,” Nyx mutters as he hikes my shirt up my thigh, trailing kisses up the tender flesh on the inside of my thigh as he inches his way higher and higher.
Ambrose growls—it’s a deep-rooted growl that vibrates through my mind and settles into my core, setting me ablaze. Until Nyx growls his own response that sweeps through me like a winter storm.
“Shirt,” Nyx growls at Ambrose as he pushes my shirt up as high as he can reach from where he’s kneeling.
Ambrose grabs the hem and pauses his kisses long enough to pull it over my head.
Both men halt, eyes dragging over my bare body. Nyx from his kneeling position, and Ambrose takes a step back to admire me.
Heat creeps up my face as my gaze sweeps from one man to the other.
“Like what you see?” I ask, teasing them both.
“So fucking much, love.”
“Divine, my queen.”
And then they attack, like they’ve been starving in a desert and I’m the water they’ve been seeking. Neither are gentle, and both grip my body like they are the only one touching me.
Nyx’s hands wrap around my hips, and he dives between my thighs, his tongue licking up my seam and splitting me apart with that kiss.
Ambrose demands my lips, my gaze, my attention. He kisses me so hard that I know my lips are going to be swollen in the morning. He’s never kissed me like this.
But then Nyx hits that sweet spot between my legs, the one that’s been aching ever since their first touch. And I lose whatever control I thought I had on my body.
The sound that leaves my body is a mix between a whimper and a moan. It’s loud and obnoxious. And it makes both men grin against my body.
“What do you want, love?” Nyx says. I’m surprised that Ambrose hasn’t locked Nyx out so that he can’t speak to me anymore. But then he’d just speak to me out loud, and we all have an unspoken agreement not to speak out loud. Not to give Isolde anything.
“More,” I whisper back.
Nyx and Ambrose’s eyes meet, and I hear their whispers to each other in Ambrose’s mind. Words that I’m dying to hear, but they don’t share with me. It’s incredible to see them getting along like this, working together.
Ambrose releases me, and I feel the emptiness. I want him back, until I realize he’s removing his shirt. His pants. Catching up to Nyx and me.
I lean against the wall as I admire his body. Ripped muscles, runed markings with a Moonlight crest. I dip my eyes lower, gasping at how hard he already is.
Nyx stands up next to him. And I bite my lower lip, looking from one man to the next.
Nyx is an inch taller. Both are built, but Ambrose’s muscles are thicker, while Nyx’s muscles stretch longer.
Both have dark hair, but Ambrose’s is shaggier.
Both have runes now, though Ambrose has more.
Nyx’s skin is darker. And most importantly, both have gorgeous cocks that I want to wrap my lips around.
“My cock’s bigger,” Ambrose says.
“I know how to use mine better,” Nyx responds.
“You two are ridiculous. I want you both.” I frown.
“What is it?” Nyx asks.
“I wish we had a bed.”
Nyx looks to Ambrose, who looks at us with a deep scowl. “I’ll try again. But my magic is definitely dulled here. And I’d rather finish healing your wounds if I tap into any of my magic.”
I shake my head. “Bed—I want a bed. I feel fine.” My eyelids fall, and I run a tongue over my bottom lip.
Ambrose frowns, but quickly relents. Right now, I could ask them both for the moon, and they’d find a way to give it to me.
He closes his eyes as he concentrates, and I feel that familiar flickering of his magic swirling around the room. Nyx comes to stand next to me as if he’s going to have to protect me at any second in case Ambrose’s magic explodes around us.
It gives us a moment alone while Ambrose is concentrating.
“You have incredible control right now. You know that?”
“Thanks to you.”
“Are you really okay with this? I know Amora—”
“She’ll understand.” I can read what he’s not saying. He doesn’t think we will live long enough for it to matter anyway. At least, he won’t.
I swallow down the lump in my throat. Hating his words, but knowing that fucking him won’t change anything.
And then I gasp as a bed appears in the center of our cell.
“You did it!” I shout out loud.
Ambrose is sweating like it’s taken everything out of him. But there is a bed. Well, more like a small cot that the three of us will barely fit on, but it’s better than the alternative.
I run over and kiss him. He’s breathing heavily.
“If you need to take a breather, I can fuck her first while you watch?” Nyx eggs him on.
I give Nyx a dirty look over my shoulder. But Nyx’s words have the desired effect on Ambrose.
“Not a chance in hell,” Ambrose says, standing straighter, his breathing easing.
Nyx smirks. “Good.”
My heart is racing fast. I’m really doing this. I’m going to fuck the only two men I’ve ever loved at the same time. Going to take what little control I have in my life back. My feet suddenly become heavy. I’m not sure how to initiate this. Where to start again.
Nyx walks closer to me until I’m sandwiched between the two men. “Turn off that pretty mind of yours and enjoy. Promise?”
I nod.
And then, I’m falling.
No, we are falling.
I land on the cot, with Nyx and Ambrose landing on either side of me with heated looks in their eyes.
Hands and lips find my body before I can think.
I close my eyes, trying not to think about whose hands are touching me or whose lips are kissing me.
I just let the pleasure overwhelm my body.
A kiss to my earlobe. A soft brush of a finger over my nipple.
My legs are spread as warm, heated breath skims the space between them.
“Are you two going to fuck me or just keep teasing me?”
They laugh out loud, and then I feel Nyx’s shadows combined with the ancientness of Ambrose flood my mind with their dark desires.
“Just making sure you’re wet, love.”
“We don’t want to fuck you until you’re ready,” Ambrose says.
I roll my eyes, grab both of their hands, and dip their fingers between my thighs. “I’m drenched. Fuck me, now.”
Someone kisses me, but I keep the details of the kiss from my mind, trying not to think too hard about who is doing what. At the same time, my legs are spread wider, and a hot mouth descends on my most sensitive spot.
I cry out, but the lips on my mouth capture my cry, blocking the sound from escaping.
A tongue swirls in tiny circles over my clit. If I thought I was wet before, I’m a fucking river now. My wetness spreads over his cool lips.
Hands palm my breasts, a thumb flicks over my nipple, and I gasp again.
All the kisses, the touches, the sensations happen at the same time, and I’m thrilled and terrified of what comes next.
It’s going to be intense. Going to overwhelm me.
I’m not sure I can handle it. I almost consider asking them to take turns fucking me, but then I immediately think better of it, knowing I’ll regret not fucking them together every day for the rest of my life.
The tongue on my clit moves faster, and then two fingers slip inside me, curling around the sensitive spot inside me.
I groan.
I writhe.
I try to grab hold of the male’s head, but a strong hand forces my hands above my head, holding them together with one hand.
I’m pinned.
Can’t move.
They have complete control over me. That should terrify me, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
The fingers pump in and out of me harder, the male kissing me kisses me harder, there’s a squeeze of my nipple at the same time, a small nip at my clit as if they are synchronizing their movements, and then I’m coming.
Convulsing.
Rattled by such pleasure that I didn’t know was possible.
A haze wraps itself around me. But I feel them shifting positions. And then the kisses start again. I try to move, but my arms are pinned again. And then a tongue sweeps through my wetness.
“I can’t—I can’t again so soon. I need your…”
But that tongue doesn’t care. The male kissing me doesn’t loosen his grip on my wrists.
I’m completely theirs.
I let my head fall back, my body arch into the pleasure, and within seconds I’m coming again, my cry once again caught by the lips covering mine.
“My turn,” I murmur, mainly because I’m not sure I can take another orgasm so soon.
Both chuckle. “Our turn.”
Before I can protest further, I’m being rolled onto a warm body. I straddle him, opening my eyes to find Ambrose beneath me. I feel his cock straining against my entrance, but he doesn’t push inside. He looks at me like he’s scared shitless.
Me too, I think.
It’s been a long time since I’ve fucked him.
I’ve forgiven him.
I like him.
I’ve accepted him as my mate, but there’s something holding me back.
And then, I feel Nyx behind me. His chest is flush against my back.
And he tilts my head back so that he can kiss me.
Like he knows it’s exactly what I need. Because he’s the one holding me back.
My desire for him. Even though he’s with Amora now.
Even though he no longer loves me. Even though he’s not my mate, I’m still hung up on him.
“Stop thinking. You still want us?”
I nod.
“Then let us make you feel good.”
I nod, turning back to face Ambrose. He drags a finger under my chin, pulling me to him so that I kiss him. My lips tingle from where the warmth touches the cold that was just there.
His eyes lock on mine, and I can feel a tinge of his fear in my mind. Concern that I’m going to back out. That I don’t want this. That I’ll regret fucking him.