Jaxen POV
"Fuck," I growled as I slamd into Callista.
Her back arched off the mattress, and her fingers clawed desperately at the sheets until her knuckles turned white.
This was the third round. Or maybe the fourth. I didn’t know anymore. I’d lost count. I wasn’t thinking straight.
"J-Jaxen... ahh!" Callista whimpered.
The torn black lace was now bunched around her waist, doing nothing to hide how her heavy tits bounced wildly with each thrust. The fabric had ripped sowhere during the second round, but neither of us had stopped to care.
"Right there... don’t stop. Please don’t stop..."
I wasn’t planning on stopping. In fact, I was too furious to stop. Which was exactly why I was going this hard on her.
I gripped her thigh and spread her wider so I could drive even deeper.
Every ti I closed my eyes, I saw Lorelei.
Every ti I opened them, I saw her sister looking back at with those identical green eyes.
They looked exactly alike, yes, but there was still sothing oddly different about them, and I couldn’t quite place what it was.
I couldn’t help but wonder how Lorelei would look in this exact position. Taking while I thrust nonstop, her pale hair spread across the pillow, her lips parted in pleasure.
We had never crossed that line. I had held back because I wanted our first ti to be special when she beca my Luna.
Now I would never know.
Now I could only imagine her reaction based on that video.
And the more I thought about it, the angrier I beca.
"Wait..." Callista gasped, her voice breaking as I pounded into her without rcy. "Jaxen... it’s too much... I’m... ahh!"
I ignored her.
I gripped her hips tighter and slamd into her so hard the bed creaked violently.
"Shut up," I snapped, flipping her onto her stomach.
She gasped as her cheek pressed against the mattress, her ass raised beneath . The new angle let sink even deeper, and a loud moan spilled from her lips.
"You said you wanted to please , didn’t you?" I growled against her ear, my chest pressed to her back, my cock still buried deep inside her fluttering walls.
"Yes..." she whimpered, her voice muffled by the sheets. "Yes, I want to please you... I’ll be good... please..."
"Then take it." I snarled, pulling back before slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint on her pale skin. "Be a good wife and take all of ."
I thrust back into her harder than before, and she moaned, begged, and thanked between shaky breaths.
*****
I woke the next morning to soft, warm hands wrapped tightly around and a pair of green eyes staring down at that almost made mutter Lorelei’s na before I rembered I was married to her sister.
"You’re finally awake," Callista whispered, her legs still tangled with mine beneath the sheets.
"What ti is it?" I muttered, slowly prying her off as I sat up.
The room was bright. Too bright. Sunlight stread through the curtains, and sowhere outside, birds chirped loudly.
"It’s past ten," she replied, and my eyes widened.
"What?" I gasped, already swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "Why didn’t you wake ? I had a eting at nine."
Callista’s gaze dropped to my naked body, and she blushed before shyly looking away.
"You were sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to disturb you. But don’t worry..." she continued, settling back against the pillows with a satisfied smile. "I already asked a maid to bring up breakfast."
And just as she said it, there was a knock at the door.
"Co in," Callista said sweetly.
Barely giving enough ti to cover myself, the door pushed open.
I froze, my eyes widening when I saw Lorelei stepping inside, pushing a cart laden with covered dishes and a pot of steaming coffee.
What the fuck was she doing here?
I scrambled for my pants on the floor, nearly falling in my haste, but it was too late. She had already seen everything.
We were both still naked, and the sll of sex still hung heavily in the air.
Lorelei froze in the doorway, and the color drained from her face so fast I thought she might collapse.
"They sent you?" Callista asked, sounding just as surprised.
But when Lorelei’s hands tightened around the cart handle until her knuckles turned white, sothing shifted inside .
It made feel strangely satisfied in a way I couldn’t explain.
Here she was. The woman who had refused to be my mistress. The woman who had agreed to marry another man behind my back. The woman who had made feel like the villain when she was just as guilty.
And now she was standing there, frozen and hurt while I lay in bed with her sister.
"What are you standing there for?" I asked coldly. "Co in and serve us."
Lorelei’s eyes widened as they locked with mine. The hurt in them was impossible to hide, and for a second, it almost made soften.
I almost reached for her. Almost pulled her into my arms and begged her to forget everything.
But I held my ground.
Without even bothering to put my pants back on, I slowly settled against the bed again with my cock still half-hard and on full display.
Callista glanced at for a mont before the corner of her lips curled into a soft smile.
She moved closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her naked body against my side. Her breasts pressed warmly against my chest.
"It hurts," she pouted, nuzzling closer, completely unaware that I was only using her to get a reaction out of her sister.
"What hurts?" I asked, my gaze still fixed on Lorelei, who reluctantly pushed the cart farther into the room.
Callista let out a soft whimper and guided my hand between her thighs.
"Here... You were so rough last night. I’m all sore and swollen."
I would admit I had acted almost like an animal last night. But for soone claiming to be hurt, she still reacted eagerly beneath my touch, shalessly rocking her hips against my fingers while her sister’s trembling hands uncovered the dishes.
"Mmm... Jaxen," Callista moaned loudly. "Even though it aches... I still want you inside again...."
"Not now, we have company," I said, and Callista pouted but didn’t argue. If anything, she just nudged closer.
Lorelei’s face had gone completely pale.
Her hands shook so badly I could hear the porcelain rattling, but she never looked up. She kept her eyes fixed on the food, on the plates, on anything except us.
She was trying so hard not to break.
And I hated myself for wanting to see her break.
"That slls good," Callista murmured against my neck.
"Do you want to feed you?" I asked quietly.
Callista’s eyes lit up. "Yes, please."
"I can’t reach," I said directly to Lorelei, and her hands froze on the cart. "Since you’re already serving, bring the plate closer."
For a long mont, she didn’t move.
But then she slowly picked up the plate of fruit and walked toward the bed.
Every step seed to cost her sothing as her breaths ca in shallow gasps.
Her hands trembled so badly the fruit slid back and forth across the porcelain.
She stopped at the edge of the bed, close enough for to see the tears clinging to her lashes.
Then she held the plate out, but I didn’t take it. Not yet.
"Closer," I said, and she stepped forward.
"Closer."
She took another step.
When I was sure she was close enough not to miss the view in front of her, I finally reached out, plucked a ripe grape from the plate, and brought it to Callista’s lips.
Slowly, she opened her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine as she bit down on it.
"Mmm," she humd, licking her lips. "So sweet."
Juice dripped down her chin, and I leaned forward, using my tongue to lick it clean. I trailed upward along her jaw, tasting the sweetness of the fruit mixed with her skin.
But just as I got close to her lips, right when I was about to kiss her—
Crash!
The sound shattered through the room.
Lorelei had dropped the plate.
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