Chapter 12
Slyvian
The bed feels too small for all of us. Or maybe it’s just that I’m too aware of every inch of it.
Alette is beside me, nothing but the blanket pulled loosely over her, the soft rise and fall of it drawing my attention in ways I should be better at controlling. Her hair spills across the pillow, her skin still warm, still flushed, and I have to actively stop myself from staring.
It’s not enough.
Being this close is not enough.
Behind me, Ashton shifts, the heat of him a constant presence at my back, a reminder that I’m not the only one feeling this.
Across from us, Cassius lies on her other side, his focus quieter, steadier, but no less intense.
Oberon is just beyond him, a solid, unmoving weight in the space, watching everything without needing to say a word.
We’re all here. All of us. And she’s in the center of it.
I drag my gaze away from the line of her shoulder, the way the blanket dips just enough to suggest more than it reveals.
Control. I’ve always had control. I’ve relied on it. But tonight… tonight, it feels thinner than it should.
Alette shifts beside me, just slightly, and the movement sends a ripple through the bed, through all of us. My body reacts before my mind has time to intervene. She’s too close. And not close enough.
The contradiction is maddening.
I turn my head just enough to look at her again, slower this time, letting myself take in what I’ve been trying to ignore. She trusts us. All of us. She let us stay. She chose this.
A slow, aching possessiveness twists beneath my ribs at the thought, deeper than the heat simmering beneath my skin. Mine. The word surfaces unbidden.
Not in the way humans mean it. Not possession. But something just as powerful. Just as dangerous.
My gaze flicks briefly to Cassius, then to Oberon beyond him, then back again, the silent understanding passing between us without a word. We are all thinking it. All feeling it. And none of us are pretending otherwise anymore.
“How are you feeling?” Cassius’s voice steadies the room, calm despite everything. He’s always had that way about him, like the sea before a storm… serene at first, but brimming with potential energy.
Alette fidgets, her fingers twisting in the blankets “I… I think I’m okay,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, uncertainty lacing her words like a fragile thread.
Then she looks up at him, her blue eyes wide and uncertain, and I can see the vulnerability there.
“Actually, I think I could have sex with more than just you. Is that normal?”
The question hangs in the air, heavy and potent. My heart skips a beat, my ears straining to catch Cassius’s response. He tilts his head, his expression softening, and I can’t help but feel a pang of envy.
“After being with a fae, it is,” he says gently, his voice soothing. “When our females have more than one partner, their bodies… change. Their drives adapt to accommodate us. It’s natural.”
The way he speaks, with such calm assurance, only amplifies my frustration. I glance at Oberon, who leans back against the bed with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight. He’s quiet, but I can feel the tension radiating from him.
Ashton, on the other hand, wears a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes, the arrogance masking a vulnerability he’d never admit.
I know them well enough to see through their facades.
Oberon is simmering, the fire in him barely contained, while Ashton’s bravado feels like a mask, hiding his own insecurities.
Cassius’s gaze shifts back to Alette. “Who do you want next?” he asks, his tone gentle, devoid of pressure, as if the choice is entirely hers.
Alette’s eyes widen. She shakes her head. “I don’t know,” she admits softly. “Who would be best?”
The question hangs between us. Not uncomfortable… but significant.
No one answers right away.
Oberon is the one who breaks the silence. “Sylvian.” My name lands with quiet certainty.
Alette’s gaze flicks to me, her breath catching slightly.
Oberon leans back just enough to meet my eyes, his voice lower now, but no less firm. “You have the control for it.”
It’s not a suggestion. It’s a decision.
Cassius nods once in agreement. “You’ll be steady,” he adds.
Ashton huffs softly behind me, but he’s not disagreeing. “And you won’t scare her off,” he mutters.
There’s a faint edge of humor there, but truth underneath it.
My jaw tightens slightly. Because they’re not wrong. I would exercise all the control and gentleness in the world to make sure I don’t hurt Alette.
There’s still uncertainty in her expression, but trust threads through it too, and something deep inside me shifts hard enough to feel.
I exhale slowly. Then shift toward her. Alette looks up at me, her eyes wide, searching. There’s something in them that tightens my chest instantly. Not just uncertainty. Trust.
I shift closer on the bed, bracing one arm beside her, my other hand coming up to her face, my thumb brushing along her cheek, slowly. Touching her soft skin. Memorizing every line of her face.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice lower now.
She nods almost immediately, her breath catching. “Yes.”
A shudder wracks my body. The image of myself pounding inside of her fills my mind, and my cock hardens so fast that my head feels light. Alette. I’m going to make love to Alette.
I don’t hesitate. My hand tightens slightly at her jaw as I pull her into a kiss, my mouth finding hers. No testing. No careful pause. I’ve already done that. Now I want more.
Her. All of her.
She reacts instantly, her lips parting as a soft breath escapes her, and I take it without thinking, deepening the kiss, holding her there as the restraint I’ve been clinging to starts to unravel.
My other hand moves to her waist, firm, anchoring, pulling her closer against me as the kiss shifts again, slower, but heavier now, more demanding.
She leans into me, and there’s only a little space between her naked body, and my clothes in nothing but boxers. Every inch of me is aware of her, and when her hand runs down my chest, I can’t seem to catch my breath.
And when her hand moves lower, to my stomach, my cock jerks, and I have to fight the urge not to pin her down and fuck her brain out. But she’s not ready for that yet.
A low breath leaves me against her mouth, and I shift, angling her slightly beneath me without breaking the kiss, my control thinning with every second she gives back.
I try to slow it. I do. My mouth drags from her lips just long enough to breathe, brushing her cheek, her jaw, then I’m back again.
Because stopping feels impossible. Because she wants this. Because I want her.
The awareness of the others doesn’t disappear. If anything, it sharpens everything. The tension in the room. The heat. The fact that I’m not the only one feeling this. But right now, she’s the only thing I can focus on.
My hand slides along her side, slower than I feel, forcing restraint into every movement even as the urgency builds beneath it.
“Slow,” I murmur against her lips, more a reminder to myself than to her.
But the way I kiss her again, it’s deeper. Hungrier. Less in control than I want.
Pushing aside the blankets, I let my hands run over her chest and stomach, feeling her trembling beneath my touch. Good. That’s what I want. I want to make sure that by the time I’m inside of her, she’s burning for me.
And I know a good way to do that.
I break our kiss. “You want them to touch you too?”
Her eyes widen, and she glances at the other men before nodding.
Struggling out of my boxers, I see her gaze snap to my cock.
Unable to help myself, I grab her hand and curl it around my erection, showing her how to pump.
And she? She is a quick learner because that little hand of hers fists me tightly before stroking me up and down, up and down, faster every time.
My head spins. Her hand on my cock? Bad idea.
Cassius and Oberon stand, then Oberon removes his boxers, and they switch positions, so that Oberon is now next to Alette.
As she strokes me, Oberon leans in and kisses her.
Hard. Demanding. With all the power of a fire fae who wants to unleash his passion.
Ashton reaches over and strokes her breasts, gently, trailing his fingers around her before pinching her nipples.
She makes a little sound that makes my cock jump eagerly. And, unable to help myself, I slip my fingers into her channel and find her deliciously wet and ready.
Touching her? Mistake.
My gods-damn control is slipping though my fingers like water.
She bounces as I stroke her, gasping in little breaths, her fingers squeezing harder around my cock every time I touch her just right. My hand is soaked. Dripping with arousal. And I want… more. Need more.
I know I’m supposed to be exercising control… but I think I haven’t. Haven’t I? What man could touch this woman and not completely lose himself eventually.
Pushing away her hand, and the others, I lie on my back and then pull her on top of me, with her facing the ceiling. She makes another little sound, but I can’t tell if it’s in protest of us stopping touching her, or in excitement.
“Are you ready, my little human?”
“Y-yes,” she pants.
I angle myself beneath her and then ease my tip in from behind. Curses explode from my lips, and I fight the need to come undone. Cassius wasn’t fucking kidding. She’s tight. So tight that it feels like her body was made for milking my seed.
My instinct is to pound into her, hard and fast, but I fight that instinct, clenching my teeth so hard that I think they might break. Instead, I ease in slowly. Inch by inch.
“Gods,” she moans. “You’re so big.
Oh that didn’t help. That didn’t fucking help, at all.
My teeth grit harder.
“It feels like you’re filling up every inch of me,” she whispers, her voice low and husky.
Don’t listen to her. She’s trying to drive you mad.