Page 66 of Captured in Love
Levi laughs. “That’s what she said.”
His reply is so silly, I snort, and it’s exactly what I needed. I take a deep breath and will my body to unclench, and Raphaël sinks deeper. One more push, and he’s in all the way to the hilt, and I’m stretched and full, gasping for breath.
“That’s it,” Raphaël purrs. “Good.”
His words liquefy something inside me, and I give myself over completely to sensations. Unable to hold still any longer, I brace myself on Levi’s chest and roll my hips, sinking down on Levi.
Both guys shout out, and Levi grabs my hips.
“Nora, wait,” Raphaël gasps. “Let me.”
“Babe, this is too fucking intense,” Levi grinds out through clenched teeth.
But I can’t not move. Even when Raphaël takes over, sliding out of me and thrusting in again, I follow his lead. Soon, we all match a primal rhythm, our harsh breathing the only sound in the room.
With every moment, my need grows. I whimper and instinctively reach out for Levi—for his incredible power that shines bright red, hot as the sun. He gasps, opening up to me, and connects with my well of magic. Every sensation becomes magnified, as if I’m feeling Levi’s pleasure as well as my own. My breath catches in my throat, and I hover on the precipice of my climax, my body begging for release.
On my next thrust, I clench my inner muscles, trying to find even more friction.
“Aah!” Levi’s back arches off the bed, and he thrusts his hips up, coming inside me.
Raphaël snarls. His grip on me tightens, and his thrusts become rougher, less controlled, and it pushes me right over the edge.
I scream as fire shoots through my veins. All my muscles tense up, and I slam my hips down, grinding on Levi’s pulsing cock. A low groan rips from Raphaël’s throat, and he shudders and bucks behind me, prolonging my release.
For long moments, nobody moves. Raphaël loosens his fingers slightly but doesn’t let go of me. It’s as if no one wants to admit that their life just got rearranged by this insanely powerful thing that happened between us.
Finally, I close my eyes and let out a trembling breath. “I love you.”
The words are meant for both of them, and I know they understand that, because both of them respond with gentle caresses. They take care of me and clean up the mess we made. I’m in desperate need of another shower, and we all crowd in there. There’s none of the urgency between us anymore, just strokes of palms on hot skin as we rinse off and slow, lazy kisses that seem to go on forever.
I never want to leave this place.
Despite everything that happened, I’ve never been happier.
Never more content.
Never more loved.
I want this to last forever.
But before long, the shower turns cool, and we have to pop this beautiful, safe bubble.
I’m just about to leave the bathroom and get dressed when Raphaël takes my hand and gives me a gentle squeeze. He shares a glance with Levi, then focuses back on me.
“When we’re done with the Games…” He trails off and raises his eyebrows.
I can’t help but smile at that. “Yeah. We’re definitely doingthisagain.”
Twenty-Five
Nora
We checkout of the guesthouse as fast as possible, eager to avoid any more conversation with the locals who are probably already suspicious because of how our boat was smashed and the report of the screaming woman the rescuers have found. It’s better that no one here connects us to that.
Raphaël got us plane tickets last night, and we have several hours before we have to be at the airport. Still, it’ll be a tight squeeze if we want to make it to the hospital and back. I don’t think the guys would have approved of my excursion if the hospital wasn’t in the direction of Reykjavik.
As we leave the town, heading south to Höfn and the hospital there, I wonder where Isak’s home is in Iceland. Does he live in a cute red-painted cottage with white trim and a view of the bay? Is the sea dragon community tight-knit, like witches who usually live close to other coven members, or are they scattered all over the place, preferring solitude and seclusion?
