Page 32 of The Erion Triad

His cock kicked against the zipper of his jeans. She had never talked dirty like this before, and those words falling from her sweet mouth lit a fire of yearning in his blood.

“Sweetheart, if you keep talking like that, you’ll be riding all our cocks before the night is out,” he hissed.

Her gaze flickered to him. “What’s to say that isn’t exactly what I want?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’ll give you all the cock you want. You only need to ask.” Zaen came up over her and caught her mouth. The curtains swished against the flooring, calm and tranquil in a warm breeze.

Her mouth was hot and sweet, and Zaen wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want him to be if the kiss she returned was anything to go by. Her tongue stroked against his, and her hands fisted his hair. He wanted to keep on kissing her, but he also wanted a taste of her fine breasts.

He slid downwards, trailing a hot wake on her skin with the tip of his tongue. She tasted like all the Heavens combined, her skin smooth and silky. He reached the mound of her breast and gave her no reprieve as he devoured one breast and palmed the other.

He suckled the stiff peak into his mouth, using his tongue to swirl around her turgid nipple. Kyel began to kiss her, and Juliran bent to suckle between her legs. There was something elemental about all of them devouring their mate at the same time. She groaned long and low and loud.

The connection between them swelled. Her mounting urgency and desire pressed on him, and his cock throbbed painfully in its containment.

Unable to restrain himself, Zaen ripped his jeans open, tugged them down, and grabbed his cock. He fisted his rigid length, feeling the blood pounding into his member so that it twitched.

He fisted himself from root to tip and back down again, working himself while he devoured first one breast and then the other, leaving heated saliva coating her chest. He thrust into his hand, feeing the burn build right in the middle of his balls.

Lucie’s dainty fingers curled around his thickness. She tugged him up once. Twice. It didn’t take much. Just seeing her fingers around his shaft was enough to make him tip over the edge. He pressured her nipple between his lips so he wouldn’t bite her. Pressure built, his balls rode up, he tensed, and he was forced from his brain as one of the most powerful orgasms ripped through his body.

He spilt over her hand, his hot seed coating the bedclothes. She tensed and screamed into Kyel’s mouth while Juliran speared her with his tongue, sucking at her clit and pumping into her with his fingers and wrung her climax out until she wailed, her body bowed with pleasure. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

They had made a breakthrough, their bond fusing even more, yet they were still here in this construct. They still weren’t safe. Not safe at all.

Chapter Thirteen

Lucie

“What the fuck, Lucie?” Grant stormed into their bedroom. The door crashed into the wall as he strode inside. His blazing eyes scoured over her, her men and their tangle of limbs. Naked. Sated. Her mind was still hazy in her post-orgasmic bliss.

“Grant?” It looked like him, but there was something about him that was off. She hadn’t noticed it before. But then again, she’d been caught in her worst nightmare in an energy-sapping fog and hours and hours of unending work.

“Lucie. How could you! You know how much I do to help your career. And this is the way you thank me? By fucking three men! You’re nothing but a fucking slut.” His chest heaved.

She struggled onto her elbows, noticing the cool air over her nakedness. She looked down her body to see the marks of their lovemaking on her skin. Juliran was still between her parted thighs, between her legs glistening with her excitement. Kyel’s hot breath washed over her still-wet nipples. Her hand was coated with Zaen’s release. There was absolutely no doubt what they’d been doing.

She grabbed the bed covering and attempted to cover herself, shame burning deep. Her hands shook so much, she had difficulty effectively clutching the blanket. White fog descended in her mind.

“I wasn’t… I didn’t…” But she was and she had. She was the lowest form of scum. Self-condemnation crashed through her.

Her mind spiraled. How had it come to this? Things didn’t add up, and she was at a loss to work exactly how she’d ended up where she was.

Kyel growled low in his chest and stood to face Grant. Her breath stuck in her throat, her heart pounding. Kyel didn’t seem to notice her reaction at all as he stalked towards Grant like a lion hunting prey.

“Why are you even here? You should be at work,” Grant said, his black eyes focusing on her. She hadn’t noticed how depthless they actually were. Like twin black holes.

“Yes. Yes, that’s exactly where I need to be.” She struggled up from the bed, frantically searching for her uniform. She needed to get to work. She needed…

“Lucie. Come here. You don’t have to be anywhere but with us.” Juliran wound his arms around her waist. He grabbed a robe atop the bedroom chair, wrapped it around her and brought her tight against his chest. She sagged against him for a moment, taking comfort from the strength of his body. It felt so right, being here in the cage of his arms, but her mind clouded, the fog more solid than it had ever been.

She tried to pull away from his grasp, but it was similar to moving steel poles cemented into the ground. “I have to…”

Had to what? Work, yes that was what she had to do. Get up and go to work.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me, Lucie. After all I’ve done for you,” Grant said.

The white fog descended in her mind. Yes, that was right. There were bills that had to be paid. She was the wage earner while Grant helped work on her career. He did a lot for her and she should be grateful.

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