Chapter 18
Lucas
The room was surprisingly luxurious for us being unexpected guests. There was a spacious living area with a fully stocked kitchenette, a large balcony overlooking the gardens, and a bedroom with a king-sized bed that dominated the space.
“Not bad,” Rowan said, running his hand over the polished mahogany of the dining table. “Better than I expected from these Yanks.”
I snorted, moving to check the bathroom. “At least they know how to treat their guests properly.”
The sound of running water told me Jupiter was already in the shower. I caught a glimpse of her silhouette through the frosted glass—the graceful curve of her shoulders, the arch of her spine—and quickly looked away, heat rising to my face as I shut the bathroom door all the way for her.
An hour later, we were settled in. Waverly had sent over a care package with fresh clothes, toiletries, even a bottle of decent Scotch. It was a thoughtful gesture, and I found myself reluctantly impressed with the Director. It was clear she cared about Jupiter.
I was unpacking the package when the bathroom door opened wider. Jupiter stepped out, her dark hair wet and hanging in loose waves around her face. She wore nothing but an oversized t-shirt that fell mid-thigh.
My mouth went bone dry.
From across the room, I saw Rowan’s eyes darken as he tracked her movements, his gaze traveling up and down her body with undisguised hunger.
I felt the same desire surge through me, my cock hardening painfully in my pants.
Fuck, I’d wanted her since that first moment at the gala, when she’d danced in my arms and looked at me with those luminous silver eyes.
“Better?”
She nodded, running a hand through her damp hair. “Much. The hot water here is actually hot, unlike Imperium’s temperamental plumbing.”
Noodle had already found a spot by the lit hearth, curled up and apparently asleep, though with no eyelids, you couldn’t really tell.
“Right,” I said, clearing my throat. “We should figure out sleeping arrangements. You take the bed. Rowan and I will be fine on the couches.”
Jupiter rolled her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. That bed is huge. We can all fit.” Rowan and I objected immediately, and Jupiter laughed. “Your delicate sensibilities are showing.”
Before I could protest again, Rowan crossed the space in two long strides and scooped Jupiter into his arms, tossing her playfully onto the bed. She shrieked with laughter, her hair fanning out across the pillows.
“Fine,” I conceded, trying to ignore the way my heart raced at the sight of her sprawled across the mattress. “But I’m not responsible for what happens if someone gets cold feet.”
Jupiter patted the space beside her. “Come on, boys. Let’s watch something mindless before we pass out.”
We ended up with Jupiter between us, the three of us propped against the headboard as The Vampire Diaries played on the wall-mounted TV.
I tried to focus on the show, but my attention kept drifting to the warmth of Jupiter’s body beside mine, the subtle scent of her shampoo.
It didn’t quite smell exactly like her. She had two scents that’d become achingly familiar over the past few weeks.
Sweet pears and roses. Her shampoo right now smelled of lavender, which was delicious, but I still craved pears.
An hour passed, and my cock was still painfully hard, aching for relief.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself without being obvious.
Jupiter yawned, stretching her arms above her head.
The movement caused her shirt to ride up, exposing the full length of her thighs and that tantalizing glimpse of burgundy lace.
A low groan escaped me at the same moment Rowan made a similar sound.
We caught each other’s eyes over Jupiter’s head, both of us clearly struggling.
Jupiter laughed, the sound vibrating through her body and into mine where our shoulders touched. “You two are ridiculous.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. “I prefer to sleep naked. So consider yourself lucky it’s just the shirt.”
Jupiter’s eyes widened, her gaze traveling over my bare chest, lingering on the tattoos that covered my torso. “By all means,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “strip it all off. I’m not complaining.”
The vibes in the room changed instantly. Rowan’s hand found Jupiter’s thigh, his thumb tracing small circles on her skin. “Is that an invitation, love?” he asked, not-so-playfully.
Jupiter’s eyes darkened as she looked between us, her lips parting slightly. “Do I need to sign, seal and mail it to you?”
Rowan and I locked eyes over her head.
We moved as one.
I grabbed the hem of her oversized t-shirt and yanked it up and over her head, tossing it aside. At the same moment, Rowan hooked his fingers into the waistband of her burgundy lace thong and pulled it down her legs, leaving her completely naked between us.
“Fuck–” she gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heavy breasts bouncing in the dim light of the fire. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown with desire as she looked between us. “I hope you know this is like every smut-reading girl’s wet dream.”
“You read smut?” Rowan asked, arching a brow.
She grinned wickedly. “Werewolf smut to be exact.”
I stood and pushed my sweatpants down, freeing my aching cock. It sprang up, hard and so fucking ready, and Jupiter’s gaze dropped to it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Holy fuck you’re huge. Will that even fit?”
“Come here and find out,” I growled.
She slid down until her head was level with my cock. Without any prompting, she wrapped her lips around me, taking me deep into her hot mouth.
“Christ—” I hissed, my hands tangling in her dark hair as she sucked me with enthusiasm that made my knees weak. Her tongue swirled around my shaft, and I could feel her moan vibrate through me.
While she worked her mouth on me, Rowan positioned himself between her spread legs.
I watched over her head as he widened her thighs, adjusting the angle, and then lowered his mouth to her pussy, his tongue making a long, slow swipe to her clit.
Jupiter moaned around my cock, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
Her thighs trembled as Rowan ate her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady.
We moved after a moment, switching places without verbally saying a word, though we’d never done this before. Not even with Eliza. She always preferred one on one, saying threesomes or foursomes were hedonistic activities.
Rowan took my place at her mouth while I moved down to her pussy, replacing his tongue with mine. I devoured her, focusing my attention on her clit, sucking and licking until she was writhing beneath me, her hands fisting in the sheets.
“Lucas—” she moaned, her back arching off the bed. “Please, I need—”
I didn’t let her finish. I rose up and positioned myself at her entrance, pushing inside her with one long, slow thrust. She was so wet, so tight around me that I had to grit my teeth to maintain control.
Thank fuck the Aelari species had no use for birth control. A female could only get pregnant on purpose, and it took a lot of magic to achieve it. I didn’t want to feel any barriers between us. I need her skin on mine, her wetness, her heat.
Rowan moved to kneel beside her, his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he watched us. “Fuck, you look good taking him, love.”
Jupiter reached for him, pulling him down to kiss him deeply while I continued to thrust into her.
The sight of them together, her lips on his, her body taking me—it was almost too much to bear.
My hips snapped harder and harder, her slick pussy taking me beautifully.
I’d fucking dreamed about this moment every night since we met.
It was all I could do to convince myself it wasn’t a dream.
I fucked her so hard that her breasts bounced, glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, her nipples pebbled.
“On your hands and knees,” I ordered, pulling out of her.
She obeyed immediately, positioning herself on all fours, her long dark hair spilling down her spine.
I moved behind her, gripping her hips as I slid back inside her with a groan.
Rowan knelt in front of her, feeding his cock into her mouth.
We established a rhythm, fucking her from both ends, watching her take us with moans and curses she could barely get out.
Her sounds were muffled around Rowan’s cock, but I could feel her pleasure through the way her body trembled, the way her inner walls clenched around me.
“Harder—” she gasped when Rowan pulled back to let her breathe. “Both of you, harder. You won’t break me, I promise.”
In seconds the bed was rocking beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. Jupiter was caught between us, taking everything we gave her, her body flushed and glistening with sweat.
“Switch,” Rowan said, and we moved as one, him taking my place behind her while I moved to her mouth.
Rowan entered her from behind, his massive hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her.
Her eyes rolled back with pleasure as I fed my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before taking me deep.
Jupiter knew exactly how to have a man seeing stars.
Her tongue was doing things to my cock that I’d be dreaming about for years after this.
I wanted to come hard down her throat, but forced myself to hold back, not wanting it to be over just yet.