Page 26 of Beautiful Delusions

I giggle at the thought of these three in frilly dresses. Kyan smirks too.

“I mean…I have a pretty little doll I’d like to play with,” he winks at me. Lucas slaps his chest with a silicone spatula.

“Put your dick on hold,” he rolls his eyes and turns to point the spatula at Ezra. “We know you hate picnics, which is whywe–” he slaps Kyan again, dirtying his apron further, “got up at the buttfuck of dawn to make those little Eton Mess bites you like.” Ezra purses his lips and sighs, muttering a quick explanation for me.

“We went to this castle ball in England once, and they had these little bowls called Eton Mess bites being served. It’s a mix of meringue, berries, and cream. Anyways, I was so bored being introduced to all these socialites, that I snuck a tray into an office and hid under a desk to eat them all. Now, whenever Lucas and Kyan want to bribe me into something I don’t want to do, they make them.”

“It never fails, even after all these years,” Kyan chuckles. I join in with their smiles, softly stroking Ezra’s arm as it rests on my thigh. The energy is different this morning, infectious. As if we’ve broken through a wall and I’m finally getting to know what their dynamic is really like. As if they’re letting me witness a side of them no one else gets to see, not even previous pets.

This time when Lucas spins his dripping spatula around and tries to whack Kyan with it, Kyan’s quick to grab the handle and slap it back in Lucas’ face. Cream splatters across his cheek and I burst out laughing, holding my sides.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” I hear Lucas rather than see him through my hysterical tears. Ezra’s grip on my thigh tightens as he quickly urges me to run. A flash of auburn hair appears around this side of the counter, and I bolt, racing through the manor with a smile stretched across my face. My feet slap loudly against the marble as I skid, not knowing which way to go. My hesitation costs me greatly. Lucas’ arms wind around my waist, lifting me from the ground as he smears a handful of cream all over my face and hair. Damn, that boy loves a chase.

“You guys finish up!” he shouts through the house. “We’ll be in the shower!” I’m deposited in the cubicle, fully dressed as thewarm water clears my eyesight, and Lucas crowds me against the tile. “Fuck, I can’t wait until tomorrow night.” He’s beaming, and I run through my schedule. Surely fajita Friday isn’t a big enough deal to be on the Thorn’s radar. Then it dawns on me.

“The sports rally?” I raise a brow.

“Yeah, that too. But tomorrow night, we’re publicly announcing you as our new Pet.” Lucas cups my cheek just as my jaw drops. I forget how to breathe. Tomorrow? So soon? Sensing my hesitation, Lucas works his hands down the t-shirt sticking to my skin. He plays with the hem whilst I try to plead with my wide eyes.

“Can’t things just stay as they are?” Things are good. Better than good, they’re perfect. I don’t understand why we have to mess it all up.

“Sophia,” Lucas breathes my name. It’s as foreign to me as the serious expression he gives. “You’re turning my world upside down and driving me stir crazy. I’m ready to scream it from the rooftops, to let the world know who you belong to.” I sigh against his chest. This is their world. The limelight, the tabloids, the publicity. I just hope I’ll be able to keep up once all of the other girls are cursing me behind my back. Peering around, I notice the brass shower head has been pushed high up to accommodate someone taller than Lucas’ height, the glass doors still open by a slither at his back.

“Is this…Kyan’s room?” I tilt my head at the large, over the counter mirror. Lucas grins, his gaze feral as his shoulders draw up into a shrug.

“He has the biggest shower.” Lucas raises his arm slightly, and I take my cue to duck. I need some air, some space to settle my thundering heart. His strong arms wrap around my waist, and he proceeds to strip me out of the clothes with finesse. The sopping wet t-shirt and sweatpants hit the floor, quickly followed by his apron and boxers. There’s no denying him, and ifthis is one of the last times we’re together secretively, I’m going to damn well enjoy it.

I arch my back from the cool tiles, my nipples taut. My lips are parted, waiting for a kiss that doesn’t come. Instead, Lucas purposely brushes his solid cock against my lower stomach and reaches past me. His hand on my hip turns me slowly. I press my hands on the tile and jut my ass out.

“Fuck, you’re so eager,” Lucas whispers into my ear, his hot breath tingling down my spine. He brushes the water-soaked hair from my face and starts lathering shampoo through my hair. I open my mouth on a gasp to tell him I need a special type of shampoo to keep the blue coloring in my hair, but then I saw the bottle. It’s mine. I bite down on my lip, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Instead of going where I thought, Lucas takes his time, massaging my scalp and I’m lost to another type of pleasure. I close my eyes, losing myself to the soothing rhythm of his hands moving in sync with the water cascading down my body. Sighs are drawn from my mouth, his fingers working some kind of magic as they apply just enough pressure to make my limbs weak. He uses this momentum, pushing me down onto my knees. Angled away from the spray, Lucas watches me eye up his shaft, which stands proud in front of my face.

Suddenly, the door swings open, and Ezra steps in sporting an uncaring grin. “Room for one more?” he asks, already pulling off his shorts and tossing them aside. He grips my chin, drawing my attention to his thick cock instead.

“I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?” Ezra teases, stepping under the stream of warm water. Droplets pound from his back while I sit in his shadow, peering up with large eyes.

“Yup,” Lucas sighs. He unhooks the shower head, bringing it close to wash the shampoo from my hair. I shiver, despite the heat, looking between the pair to see who will beat this battleof wills. Then I remember I don’t have to wait. I’m not a simple submissive.

Gripping both of their shafts, matching hisses are drawn from above. Lucas falters on washing my hair, awkwardly fumbling to put the shower head back in place as I drag my tongue over his tip. I match the movement with Ezra, curling my tongue at the end. He grins and pulls me closer. Like for like, I lick one while smoothly stroking my hand along the other. Movement catches the corner of my eye.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you,” Kyan watches on from across the room. Having abandoned his apron and mixing bowl, he’s sitting on the counter. His knuckles are white from where he grips the edge, his face as strained as the dick in his boxers. I swallow thickly.Three at once. Piercings.

Ezra takes full advantage of my distraction to tug my jaw open and thrust himself inside. I moan around him, sending vibrations up his length as he runs his fingers through my wet hair. His touch is like praise, urging me to open up and take him deeper. Lucas grows impatient, gripping my neck and pulling me off his brother with a pop. Then it’s his turn.

Warmth seeps into my side as Kyan slides across the wet floor. The water has turned tepid, but none of us care. I’m not giving the reprieve by Ezra or Lucas to look his way, but the cotton of his boxers brushes against my thigh. My spine relaxes. He’s still wearing his boxers. Of all the guys, Kyan is the one I’m most worried about unleashing himself on me.

Fingers stroke my arms, my shoulders, and round to my breasts. Kyan kneads and teases, placing kisses everywhere his fingers have been. His touch has a fire lighting within, and I take the newfound lust out on Ezra’s cock. Sucking him hard, he groans and leans his head back against the tile. When I do the same to Lucas, Kyan’s fingers find my clit.

We’re a mess of moans and passion. Kyan rubs me in small circles as his other hand eases in from the back. Skating over my ass, I clench. He chuckles, sliding two fingers into me with ease. His mouth is on my jaw now, kissing and sucking. Similar welts have been left across my neck. There won’t be any hiding the bruises; I’m marked for all to see.

As Kyan’s fingers impale me harder and those rubbing my clit become more insistent, I focus using my mouth on Ezra. He’s the closest, his groans growing louder, his hand tearing the hair at my scalp. He holds me still, thrusting into my open mouth until I gag. Tears spring to my eyes as I peer into his icy gaze.

“Cry for me, beautiful. Cry while my cock explodes in that pretty little mouth.” Tears slip from my eyes, which seems to be his undoing. Thumping into the back of my throat, I’m merely an instrument for him to use. Absentmindedly, I’ve been gripping Lucas firmly and pumping him with the same vigor as Ezra’s thrusts. He pulls out of me, his hand on my jaw forcing my mouth to stay open.

“Tongue out,” Lucas grits through his teeth. I obey just as they both come for me, exploding across my face. I continue to drive their orgasms forward, my hands moving in complete unison on both of their shafts. Their groans are music to my ears, but Kyan isn’t satisfied until mine are just as loud. Adding a third finger inside of me, his arm wounds my waist to save me from falling over. He pushes his digits in, twists and repeats, faster and faster until I’m also screaming, clamping down on his hand. He’s pressed against my back, mimicking my strained inhales as if they were his own.

“I think I’m going to keep you.” He says it so softly, I’m not sure he even knows it was out loud. All three of us come down while Kyan’s cock pulses at my back. The water of the shower is on my face once more, hands working together to clean meoff their mess. My hair will need washing again, and Lucas is already reaching for the shampoo.

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