Chapter 62
LYRAE
“Hey, little fox, wake up. The water’s getting cold, love.”
I opened my eyes to a cluster of dimmed faelights glowing in the corner of the bathing chamber, Ryland’s lips pressed to my ear, Varian staring down at me with a dazed smile on his face, looking like a male transfixed.
No wonder. There were no bubbles left floating on top of the cool water, lapping around the tops of my breasts, my nipples tight and hard, my pale skin beginning to pucker.
“You fell asleep,” Ryland explained softly. “I let you drowse, because I figured you needed the rest, but it’s time to get out now, Ly.”
Gods, my muscles felt like rubber, my body drained of all the adrenaline and stress and anger that I’d been running on for far too long. I had no idea what time it was, or anything except these two beautiful males, and the way I felt so…safe.
Like nothing could touch us here, cocooned inside this bubble of love and golden light, and I let them lift me from the tub, wrap soft towels around me, and carry me to bed.
A bed I’d never shared with anyone.
A bed that had always felt lonely and empty and cold, but now felt like a realm of vast possibilities to be explored.
“You should sleep,” Ryland said sternly, tucking blankets around me. “Out of us all, you’ve been through too much, Ly. Varian will stay here with you. I’m taking a bath, then we should all get some rest before tomorrow comes.”
Tomorrow, I hazily thought.
Yes, we really should do that…
The next thing I knew, I opened my eyes to darkness, pressed between two big male bodies, suddenly wide awake, every nerve on high alert. Where the fuck was I? Not in Ryland’s bed at Frostveil…then everything flooded back.
Triune. Anaria. Rooke.
“You’re okay, Lyrae,” Varian murmured in a low voice.
“We have a few hours before dawn, and the rest of the palace is still asleep. No need to worry.” His thumb started tracing those slow, questioning circles on my belly before drifting lower, until his finger swept through my folds, that thumb teasing my clit until I bit down on my lower lip to not cry out.
“Let me watch you fall apart,” Varian urged softly. “I need to see you come, Lyrae, all over my fingers. I want you to soak my hand in your juices, and then I’m going to lick them clean.”
I moaned at the picture he painted in my mind, hips moving as he plunged his fingers in deep, a satisfied smile on his face, outlined in a tangle of still-damp blond hair.
“You two whisper louder than a couple of howling Grimbeasts, do you know that?”
Ryland rolled over so he was flush against me, his hard cock pressed along my thigh. “But be a good girl and give Varian what he wants, and then…” He sank his teeth into my shoulder, then smoothed the hurt away with a warm swipe of his tongue. “Then we’ll give you whatever you want.”
“Relax,” Varian purred in my ear, Ryland throwing off the covers, tugging my legs further apart to give him better access. “Be our good little girl right now and let me play with that beautiful pussy.”
Gods, these two were seriously going to be the death of me, but when Varian slid three fingers into me, when Ryland pinned my hands up above my head, when the two of them worked my body like an instrument they both expertly knew how to play, I was lost.
Heat filled me like a forge, racing through my veins, cool air hitting my body as I hurtled toward release, no longer in charge of my body, blood roaring in my ears as I crested higher and higher, hips surging against Varian’s plunging fingers, little sounds coming out of my mouth, the world narrowing down to pressure and friction and the hot, slick slide of his fingers inside me.
The world stopped.
Breath froze in my lungs, blood stilled in my veins.
My entire existence balanced at the top of a trembling, cresting wave.
Then I crashed down, pleasure turning into a heedless rush of darkness and buttery warmth, spreading through me from chest to fingers, settling deep into my bones, anchoring me to the here and now.
I was a bundle of shaking ecstasy, safe in the hands of two males who loved me. I was Lyrae Antares, made of flesh and blood, with a warm beating heart that had ached for this moment for a hundred years.
“Gods, Ly, I didn’t know I could love anyone as much as I love you,” Varian took a deep, shuddering breath, and then, with obvious relish, licked his fingers one by one, eyes gleaming with hunger.
“That’s one,” Ryland nipped my nose, releasing my caged wrists. “Now…how can we serve you, little fox? Or we could all go back to sleep. We do have the rest of our lives ahead of us, you know. Many more nights like this one.”
The rest of our lives. I blinked at that, letting the truth settle into me.
“I want…” I closed my eyes, tears coming, hot and sudden, along with the rush of all the things I did want. A home. Family. Nights like this, so perfect in their simplicity. I wanted so much I felt almost greedy.
“I want to taste you, Var. I want you to come in my mouth.” I cupped his chin, running my thumb along the faint cleft, breathing in his warm, amber scent. “May I do that?”
“Gods, yes,” he muttered. “Just…tell me where you want me, and I’m there.”
“Roll on your back,” I ordered, running my hand over his flat, rippled stomach, tracing that line of dark hair leading to his cock—so hard the crown was purple, veins running the thick length. I licked my lips and he groaned like he was dying, hips lifting from the bed.
“Did I say you could move?” I asked sternly, as Ryland chuckled, skating his hand down my spine, tugging me up onto my knees. “Now lay back and don’t move. And no touching, Varian. Let me see how good you can be.”
“Okay. Okay, I promise.”
He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, neck muscles straining as I took his cock into my mouth, swirled my tongue around that swollen crown, a surge of salt and musk filling my mouth before I pulled away.
“I will tell you when you can come, Varian Kronos. Until then, you will control yourself.”
“Gods,” he mumbled. “Gods, Lyrae, you’re killing me.”
“While you torture him, may I play with this beautiful pussy, little fox?” Ryland purred, fingers skimming over my ass. “I really feel like I owe you at least one more orgasm tonight, although you do smell absolutely delicious…”
His lips landed on me the same time I took Varian back in my mouth, sliding down his cock, tracing those veins with my tongue until I was stretched around the sheer girth of him and that big, blunt crown hit the back of my throat.
“Argh…gods, Lyrae. Fucking gods.” Varian cursed, hands twisting the covers into knots, a faint sheen of sweat gleaming on his perfect body. He was mine. All fucking mine, and I tasted and teased, licked and sucked until he was making little mindless noises and begging me to let him come.
“Not yet,” I warned, going down even deeper while Ryland feasted, spreading me further apart, making me remember how I once thought I might write an ode to his tongue.
Then Ryland was pushing in, slowly shunting himself inside my pussy, so swollen now he had to work at it, grunting as he took me. Varian forgot his promise of not touching, wrapped my hair around his hand, and started fucking my mouth in short, shallow strokes.
This time, the world didn’t stop—it exploded.
Into a shower of sparks and ash and crushing pleasure that rippled into every empty place inside me, filling me with light. Filling me up so full, I felt invincible, untouchable, eternal.
Then I was bundled into Varian’s waiting arms, Ryland pulling the blankets back over us, tucking us back into our safe, quiet refuge.
Varian’s lips brushed the shell of my ear, as soft as butterfly wings. “Far be it for me to ruin the mood right now, but I think you should talk to Rooke before he leaves,” he murmured, stroking his hand absently over my belly.
“None of us have had the best lives, Ly, but at least we had each other. We know what it feels like to share love and friendship and look out for each other. Rooke never had that, so…”
His chest moved behind me with a deep sigh. “I just think he deserves a chance, at least.”
I squeezed my eyes closed, wishing he was wrong…but he wasn’t.
After everything we’d been through, he did deserve that. At least.