Chapter Twenty-Three
Carter
I’d learned to trust my instincts. They rarely steered me wrong, after all, especially with all my powers and skills.
However, they seemed useless when it came to Yun.
They screamed in my head—this is a bad idea. They said there was something else going on, but I ignored them. Who wouldn’t, when Yun removed her shirt as she walked out of the kitchen, the line of her back somehow sexier than any other woman had ever been in my entire life?
Something was off with her, but fuck it. We could work it out later. Maybe this was what would help her? Fuck knew sex could distract a person, make them feel less alone, less isolated, and sometimes that was all they really needed.
And if using guiding and sex as a distraction was what Yun needed, well, I was more than happy to provide.
First, though, I peered over at Shear for confirmation. He might be trying to stay out of her head, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t sense her feelings, that he couldn’t gain some sort of idea of if we needed to worry.
“She’s anxious,” he said. “She isn’t lying about that. I think she’s just overwhelmed.”
“So this is fine?” Ingram asked.
“I think so. I’ll stay focused in case she starts to panic, give you a heads up if it happens.”
I nodded, figuring that was the best we could get. It was better than most couples got, after all, the ability to head off a panic attack should she go downhill.
That was good enough for me, so I rose, my lap still warm from where she’d been. Chairs scratched against the tile behind as I followed Yun.
I had a feeling I’d never stop following her, and for the first time, I thought that seemed like a rather nice way to spend my life.
It had only been fighting before, just waiting until combat or corruption got me, filling the days and months and years with whatever quick pleasures would distract me.
Yun offered me the first chance in my life when I felt like I could do something else, be someone else. My end would come all the same, but at least I’d fill the time until then with something that mattered.
My senses made following her easy enough, and the trail of clothing helped as well, like breadcrumbs to lead me to my treasure. She’d dropped her shirt, toed off her shoes, taken off her pants, her underwear, and even her bra hung over the back of a couch like the best tease.
“My math isn’t that good,” Kenyon whispered from behind me when I paused to look at the basic white fabric, still warm from being against her skin. “But I’m pretty sure that’s everything she was wearing…”
“Yeah, that’s all of it,” I agreed. “That means she’s past that door, naked and ready and waiting.” My voice grew husky all on its own when I said that, as though my brain just got a glimpse of that and didn’t find a thing to complain about with the sight.
“Taking too long.” Ingram traveled past us, through the door without opening it, the impatient, cheating bitch.
I swung the door open, but instead of the cool, suave person I wanted to portray myself as, the one I usually had no problem being, the slamming of the door into the wall sort of ruined that. Even still, I leaned against the frame as though it had all been on purpose.
Ingram had Yun against him, his lips to her throat. She jumped, looking over toward me, but the lust in her eyes removed any doubts I had about this.
Clearly she needed it, and no matter the reason, I wanted nothing more than to give her anything she needed.
My sexy stance didn’t last long before Kenyon shoved, knocking me forward. I righted myself before I fell on my face, letting Shear and the healer into the room as well.
There was a large bed, made nicely and with nothing questionable on it I could see, along with a little reading nook with a large chair. All five of us would be a squeeze on that bed, but fuck it, we could make it work.
I didn’t mind getting really fucking close at the moment.
Ingram shifted his lips from her throat, down her collarbones, then over her front as he dropped to a crouch.
He didn’t hit any of the really good spots, like a tease, avoiding her breasts, her nipples, and it only made her arch more for his touch.
It reminded me that while I had my strengths, Ingram’s was pretty fucking obvious.
I moved behind her, but instead of enjoying her like this—and I could enjoy her just about any way—I caught her around the waist and took her to the bed, her weight nothing to me. I put her on all fours, knowing exactly what I wanted.
Yun spread her hands for balance, though her knees remained together. It seemed almost shy, and far more adorable than it had any right to be. Not that I’d let her hide anything from me.
I leaned over, running my hands over her lower back, her hips, then dipped them beneath her to grasp her thighs.
A quick jerk got her to spread them, and the startled squeak went right to my cock.
“Better.” I leaned in and nipped the back of her hip, just above her lower back, leaving a tiny red mark behind.
Shear came over first, something that surprised me, but there was no question what he wanted as he stood there, having stripped down already, his hand around his cock and his gaze on her mouth. He reached out with his other hand and ran his thumb across her plump bottom lip, then pushed past it.
I would have ignored it if it were anyone else, but something about Shear and Yun fascinated me.
Hell, maybe it was Shear in general, given how tightly controlled his desires were.
In fact, despite him often participating in things like this with us, he’d usually held himself back, watching more than interacting, or ensuring there always remained a distance between us.
It meant watching him come closer, take the initiative, it enticed me.
It only took a slight lean to see everything from my vantage point behind and above her.
He stroked his cock along her lips, leaving them glossy from his pre-cum. She didn’t recoil, instead dragged her tongue in the wake, tasting him.
Which pushed me about as far as I could stand.
Who would blame me for it? I grasped her ass, one cheek against each palm, and leaned down far enough to slide my tongue up her cunt.
I didn’t go for easy, and when she squirmed in surprise, I gripped her tighter.
It felt like the best meal I’d ever gotten, made me wonder if sometime I couldn’t just lie back and get her to straddle my face.
Who needed oxygen? Not fucking me, not when my other option was to live off Yun’s sweet cunt.
She bowed her back to escape, but Ingram set his hand on her lower back, forcing her to arch, giving me all the access I could want.
“Be a good girl,” Ingram said, all but purring the demand. “He’s hungry—you’re not going to let him starve, are you?”
No answer came, at least not one unmuffled. I didn’t need to be able to see to know that Shear had just fed his cock into her mouth. I almost regretted my focus, because I’d love to watch it.
Another time, I reminded myself. I had lots of opportunities. Maybe next time, I’d sit back and just watch as the three of them fucked her, as they took turns, as they covered her with their cum. She’d make the prettiest sounds, the little gasps, the moans, maybe even a little crying near the end.
I’d edge myself the whole time until at the end, when they’d finished, when I’d come on her pretty face.
Keep it in check!
I shuddered at the desires, not wanting to make a fool of myself and come yet, not when I had other things on my mind—mainly helping Yun get herself off.
Through it all, she guided us, the sensation of the corruption leaving us as heady as anything physical. It wasn’t as rough or fast as when it was one on one, but that didn’t make it any less nice.
I tilted my head, pressing my tongue deeper into her, alternating between fucking her with my tongue and stroking against her hard little clit. I didn’t let her get used to any of it, refused to let her predict a damn thing.
She shivered, made sounds silenced by Shear’s cock, and reacted to touches I couldn’t see but could imagine.
I pictured Ingram stroking his fingers through her hair, could even pick up on whispered praise from him.
Kenyon was probably teasing her breasts, especially with the way they’d hang down like an offering beneath her.
Trapped as she was between Shear and me, she couldn’t escape, which turned me on even more. After how long I felt like I’d chased her, having her between us soothed that wild, possessive part of me.
She whimpered, her body tensing, but I backed off before she came.
The sound she let out was entirely unhappy, and it made me think I was more of a sadist than I admitted all the time.
I pressed a line of kisses up the back of her left thigh, over the curve of her ass, around where my hands still gripped her.
“Not yet, Blizzard. You get too tired when you come, and you wanted this, so you’re going to have to hold out for a while.
Plus, you get awfully sensitive after you come, and I think that’ll just make this all the harder on you. ”
Her head lifted slightly, though she couldn’t get much room since Shear’s cock remained inside her mouth.
I chuckled in response to her unasked question.
“I told you, didn’t I? I know you’re a little distracted, but I made it perfectly clear what was going to happen the last time.
Think about it.” I leaned in and offered one more hard lick, starting at her clit, moving over the folds of her pussy, then higher.
When I reached the tight muscles of her ass, the way they twitched in a way that both invited me in and warned me away, I knew she got my exact point.
And wasn’t that moan she let out just the best music in the world?