Page 78 of Awakening
“Oh my god, fuck me, Empress, please…”
Ajaih growled, “You better fucking take me, too, baby.”
And then she sank into me, inch by thick, pulsing inch. The toy vibrated just enough to make my toes curl. My mouth opened in a soundless scream as my body was stretched open and claimed. She didn’t stop until her hips were flush with my ass, her hands gripping my waist like she owned every breath in my lungs.
Yanna gagged herself on me again, one hand snaking underneath to fondle my balls while the other rubbed my lower stomach in slow circles like she could feel the twitch of my orgasm building.
Ajaih began to move. A slow pull, followed by a firm thrust, she repeated the dance, the pressure relentless. I was in a state of pleasure that was both maddening and fucking divine.
“You’re mine, Mav. Say it.” Her hand wrapped around my jaw, forcing my head up.
“Yours,” I panted, sweat dripping down my back, “I’m fucking yours.”
I could hear Dana’s moans as an orgasm shook through her body, having no clue who or how she was beingbrought to her release, only finding added pleasure knowing she was.
Ajaih leaned in and bit my shoulder hard, marking me, owning me. “Good fucking boy,” she moaned, picking up her pace, her hips slapping against my ass with filthy wet sounds that filled the room.
Yanna sucked me like her mouth had a mission, humming around my dick with a hunger that sent vibrations through my spine. My thighs trembled as my eyes rolled back. I felt like I was unraveling, gloriously so.
Ajaih reached down, wrapping her fingers around my dick below Yanna’s mouth, jerking me between thrusts as Yanna licked around her grip. It was too much, while also just enough, causing my whole body to clench.
“Don’t you fucking hold back,” Ajaih demanded.
“I—I—I’m gonna—fuck—I’m cu—”
I erupted. My orgasm ripped through me like a lightning strike, my whole body locking up as I shot down Yanna’s throat. Even as I emptied everything I had in her mouth, she didn’t stop; she kept sucking and swallowing, kept moaning, like she was getting off on draining every drop from me.
Ajaih kept fucking me through it, long, deep strokes that milked the aftershocks from my trembling body. Then she slowed as she whispered praises in my ear, “You look so beautiful falling apart for me, Daddy,” pulling out with a slick, obscene sound, “Let’s see how nasty our girl is.”
I blinked as the silk blindfold was removed. My vision adjusted pretty easily to the dim lighting as I looked down just in time to see Yanna open her mouth, letting a thick stream of my cum roll across her tongue before she leaned up to kiss Ajaih, sharing my release between them in a kissso filthy and beautiful my dick twitched again.
Ajaih pulled Yanna close and sucked the rest of my pleasure from her lips, then turned to me with eyes full of fire.
“That was just the beginning,” her promise of more to come, making my body jerk slightly.
As she finished kissing Yanna, she kissed me, and the three of us headed to our room for some much-needed and deserved aftercare.
Showering in silence, I looked at Ajaih with adoration, realizing I’d give her every part of me again.
The whisper of the ocean’s waves gently stirred the gauzy curtains in Caleb and Yanna’s beachfront room. The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but tow-colored light painted the walls in quiet brushstrokes. I was wrapped in silk sheets and sandwiched between the two people who loved me beyond sex and intimacy; they loved me to comfort. Caleb and Yanna made it easy for me to just be, with no pretenses, no expectations; they loved me as I was, and for that, I’d forever love them in return.
Caleb’s large hand rested lazily on my thigh, his fingers brushing my skin in slow, absentminded patterns. Yanna was on my other side, her leg thrown across my waist, her lips occasionally grazing my shoulder as she shifted in and out of sleep.
I hadn’t moved in a while, not because I was tired, but because I was content, floating, and maybe a little scared.
Last night I wore red leather and confidence like armor. I’d never felt more powerful, more sensual, more me. I had Maverick squirming and Knox spellbound, and the way the room responded to my dominance lit a fire in me that I didn’t know existed.
But now, in the soft morning hush, it wasn’t power or heat dancing through my veins.
It was love.
I blinked up at the ceiling and whispered into the quiet, “I think I’m in love with them.”
Caleb’s voice was thick with sleep, but knowing, “Just think, huh?”
I turned to look at him, and he gave me that lazy smirk that could melt steel. “Sweetheart, you don’t sneak into your favorite couple’s bed in the middle of the night and fall asleep smiling unless you’re past the ‘thinking’ phase.”
Yanna giggled, nuzzling into my neck, “You’re in deep, huh?”
