Eira’s POV
I opened my eyes and looked at him, my breath still uneven, my body trembling.
Roman.
He lay on his side, one elbow pressed into the mattress as it supported his head. His eyes traced every inch of my flushed face. "You look beautiful like this," he whispered before leaning down to kiss .
His mouth swallowed the sounds leaving my lips. He captured completely, his tongue already seeking mine with slow, deliberate hunger.
His hand slid from my cheek to my neck, then down along my shoulder, pushing my dress aside. His palm cupped my breast, his touch firm and knowing, never breaking the kiss that stole the air from my lungs.
"She tastes amazing," Lucian said, lifting his head just enough to glance at us.
My one hand moved to grip his shoulder while other moved to Lucian, my fingers entailing the deep brown stands of his hair, pushing my waist towards him to get more of it.
God... I did not know where to focus. The sensation between my legs or the kiss that left dizzy.
Roman finally pulled back, allowing to breathe again. He looked at Lucian with a smug curve to his lips. "You’re late for the feast," and moved his attention my chest.
"Bastard, showing off," Lucian muttered. "I’ll make up for being late."
I lay there, breathless, listening to them talk about as if I were so rare delicacy they had just discovered.
And honestly, with the way he had just devoured , I truly felt like one.
My gaze found Kael. He had not moved from his place, watching quietly, his expression unreadable. It left wondering what thoughts ran through his mind.
Just then a finger entered , and I let out fucking loud moan as if it’s the first ti I was taking sothing inside. Roman’s mouth moved along my breasts, while Lucian continued his slow, deliberate tornt.
And yet my eyes never left Kael.
I did not know why I searched for him in that mont, but I wished to look at him while I was withering under what the other two were doing to .
Was I inviting him?
It felt like I was, because he finally stepped forward. Maybe he had been waiting for that silent call. Or maybe he had simply allowed his brothers their mont before claiming his place.
He settled beside on the empty side of mine and leaned towards . My hand reached toward his face, fingertips brushing against his skin while my body trembled under the rising tide of sensation.
"Kael..." I whispered, breathless, as if speaking his na alone would steady against the overwhelming rush threatening to pull under.
He held my hand and pressed a gently peck in my palm and then I watched his tongue lick the inside of my wrist while staring in my eyes.
Fuck. I wanted that tongue inside , all over .
A faint smirk touched his lips before he leaned in, claiming my mouth in a deep, breathless kiss. "You’re doing well," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and steady.
anwhile Lucian added another finger, his actions relentless as his mouth turned harsher.
Gosh! Three of them together was turning crazy.
The waves of intense pleasure filled , like I never felt before, my fingers digging in the flesh where they held, my teeth almost bit Kael’s lips before he freed my mouth, letting my cries of pleasure filled that vast room.
I felt weightless, as if drifting sowhere far above myself, then slowly falling back into my own body as it trembled violently.
They paused, giving space to ride through the aftermath. My eyes remained shut as I tried to steady my breathing, trying to gather the pieces of myself again.
"She’s incredible," Lucian’s voice reached , low and rough. "I want to fuck her bad."
"You can," Roman replied, "She seems ready. Look how wet you have made her."
No. Not Now.
The words scread inside my head, but my body felt too drained to form a sound. Exhaustion settled deep into my bones, leaving suspended between awareness and surrender.
"You should ask her first," Kael told him.
My both legs were settled down from his shoulder, my toes touching the floor now. I felt his body hovered over , and I opened my eyes.
"Are you fine if we mate today?" he asked .
The intense desire in his eyes left speechless. Stuck between his desires, and my own condition.
he moved back and removed his shirt, letting his perfect body bare to my eyes. "Enough to convince you?"
Damn! he knew just what to do. I swallowed hard, my lips felt dry and I licked them.
"Got my answer," he said and leaned on , his hand circled under my waist and he pulled on that huge bed in one swift move as if I weighed like a feather to him, my legs now straightened on the bed.
My hands were gripping his shoulders in firm hold, and I heard him, "Say no if you don’t want to. You still have a chance."
After seducing again, he was asking for my consent. What a brat!
I turned my face to look away.
He made look back at him, "Words Eira. I won’t do it unless you say it yourself. I have to be entirely sure. I don’t want that feeling that I forced you. Not a big deal for at the mont to back down."
His gaze, his word sincere, ready to follow my wish even when he looked to be on the verge of loosing it.
"I an it. You can say no," he repeated.
My focus was now entirely on him, forgetting the other two in the room.
"I...don’t mind..." I finally said, my body had started to crave for him once more.
The effect of previous pleasure had long gone, I wished for more now.
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