Page 10 of Captured in Love
“But—” I protest, the word weak and whiny.
“We’re stuck here until the weather clears,” Levi says. “And it’s getting late. Going out now would mean searching for the hidden island in the dusk, with rain on top of it. It’ll be light again in a couple of hours.”
Still, I hesitate. Tension thrums in my body, but the rational voice in my head is screaming at me to rest. Plan. Prepare.
Raphaël lets go of me abruptly and steps back. “If you’re sure you don’t want to join us, you can just sit over there”—he indicates a dove-gray armchair facing the window and the view of the open sea—“and watch.”
“Watch what?” Anticipation sends shimmers of awareness through my limbs.
Levi undoes the buttons on his black jeans and pushes them down his long legs. His boxer briefs don’t do much to conceal the length of his erection. “Watching you fall apart on the plane was amazing,” he confesses, “but I need some help with this.”
I take a half step forward, then stop myself as Raphaël strides right to the bed and looks down at Levi. In silence, he strips his jacket and lets it drop to the floor, then methodically undoes the buttons on his cuffs. By the time he reaches for the collar of his shirt and starts unbuttoning it, I’m shaking with tension. Something about this slow, quiet moment is incredibly erotic, and when the expensive cotton shirt slips from Raphaël’s broad shoulders, Levi groans and closes his eyes.
Raphaël jerks his chin at Levi. “Move up. And lose the rest of your clothes.”
Levi shifts in bed and is naked within seconds. Then he glances over at me as though asking my permission. I can’t seem to form words, but whatever he sees in my face must convince him that I’mabsolutelyokay with this, because he focuses back on Raphaël and his steady progress in stripping himself.
When Raphaël drops his underwear to the floor, my brain absently acknowledges that his ass is barely any less tan than the rest of him and goes on to question whether vampires get sunburned at all. But most of my thoughts blank over at the spectacular sight of bunching muscles. Then he leans over to his bag and plucks out the drugstore bag I saw earlier. From it, he pulls a clear bottle of lube, and when Levi sees it, his eyes go wide.
“What—?” he says but doesn’t finish his thought.
Raphaël climbs on the bed and puts his hand on Levi’s knees, pushing his legs far apart to settle between them. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight. Trust me?” he murmurs.
Levi swallows, his throat moving visibly, then jerks his chin down in a nod.
“Good,” Raphaël says. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
I can’t help it—my feet carry me forward, and I perch on the far corner of the bed, the only one still dressed. The sight of a naked Raphaël lowering his head over Levi’s cock is incredible, the men both gorgeous yet so different. The contrast of Raphaël’s skin on Levi’s is a work of art.
Then Raphaël closes his mouth over the broad tip of Levi’s dick, and Levi’s body bows in pleasure.
“Fuck!” he yells, the tendons in his neck standing out.
Raphaël bobs his head up and down in a slow rhythm that has me aching to join them. I clench my fingers in my lap to keep myself from reaching out. If they want to do this on their own…
“Nora,” Levi gasps, “get over here.”
I hesitate for a split second, then stand. My hands shake as I yank my sweater over my head and wiggle out of my leggings. Both men watch me, but they don’t stop touching each other. Levi has his fingers tangled up in Raphaël’s hair and plays with his nipple ring with his other, and Raphaël’s hands…
Oh gods, he’s inching closer to Levi’s ass, fingering his taint.
Levi’s hips bow off the bed, and he groans, “Hurry.”
I shove down my panties and unhook my bra, and then I’m there, kissing Levi, swallowing his moans.
Raphaël’s strong hands land on my hips, and he roughly pulls me back, settling me between Levi’s thighs on my hands and knees. “Finish what I started,” he says. “And protect yourself.”
His voice is gruff with desire, and I quickly mutter a contraception spell. I don’t glance back at him, though. He’s in control here, and if he wants me like this, I want that, too. I focus on Levi instead, letting my gaze travel from his hard, slick cock to his bunched abs, his pierced nipple, then up to his face. His expression is half agony, half pleasure, and he lifts his arms to grasp the headboard.
“Nora,” he pleads, his hips thrusting up as though he’s on the cusp of his orgasm.
I take his cock in hand, closing my fingers around his impressive thickness, and squeeze. His eyes roll up, and the surge of power inside me has nothing to do with magic. This is pure satisfaction of having a man like him at my mercy.
I lower my head and run the tip of my tongue over his slit, tasting the salty-sweet precum leaking from it. Levi’s chest expands on a gasp, and he shudders as though he’s barely holding on.
Just as I take his cock in my mouth and slide as far down as I can, Raphaël grips my hips and thrusts inside me.
I moan around Levi’s cock. Raphaël feels cool and hard inside me, and I realize he must have slicked himself up with lube. He hits that amazing spot on the next stroke, and I whimper. I want to pull him closer, deeper, but in this position, I’m at his mercy. My energy expands out, and I brush against Levi’s glowing core of magic, completely open and unguarded.
