I shook my head and nuzzled my face against John’s neck.
John chuckled, and the warm vibrations made me smile against the side of his neck. I nuzzled against him. “You’re so adorable.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple.
Luka tipped my chin up. “You have to use your words.”
I closed my eyes as I pressed my face against Luka’s palm. Deliciously spicy. They were both warm and cozy.
My head floated away.
“Okay, looks like bedtime it is,” Luka said firmly as he pulled his hand away.
I jerked and shook my head.
It took me long moments to remember how to speak. Everything was foggy and warm. Safe.
Finally, I was able to say, “No. I want to do more.”
I needed more.
Even in this hazy lust of wonderfulness, I knew that there was something serious at play. It was important that I enjoyed this while it lasted. I needed to experience the pleasure while I could.
It mattered that I was extremely intoxicated on demon brew. It was numbing the pain.
“Are you sure?” Luka asked with a serious tone. He stood in front of the bed and tipped my head back to study my face intently.
“Yes.” I begged shamelessly, “Please. I want to so badly.”
“Shit, don’t say that, bestie.” John’s dick jumped beneath me.
Luka’s eyes darkened as he stood over both of us, holding my chin. After a long moment—where it felt like he was looking into my soul—he nodded. “Then you’re gonna fuck us both right here.” His thumb traced slowly over my lower lip. “You’re going to be our wife after all. It’s only fair.”
I nodded eagerly up at him.
The warm, dreamlike state made everything feel amazing.
John flashed his dimples as he kissed my neck and reached down to drag his fingers through my core. “Aran, you’re dripping for us.”
My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed as his fingers touched me intimately.
“Take me,” I begged, then flushed harder and hid my face against John’s warm chest.
He laughed and whispered against my temple, “Dude, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
Sunshine burst inside my chest.
What I felt for the twins went beyond words. It went beyond destiny.
The three of us were inevitable.
Chapter 50
John
BETWEEN BETROTHED
Rebirth—Day 62, hour 24
She was perfect.
Luscious turquoise curls tumbled across her shoulders and pooled around her waist. Large blue eyes were glossy with desire. The prettiest red stained the tops of her high cheekbones. She sat sprawled across my thigh, and I held her waist to support her.
Luka stood in front of us, trembling from arousal and the sheer intoxication of tasting such an exquisite creature.
I was jealous that he’d gotten to go down on her first, but I knew it was irrational. I’d taste her soon enough.
Aran had her pants around her ankles, and her long, stunning legs parted while she sat on my lap. She looked back at me with pure desire and trust. Completely trusting.
I groaned and bit my knuckles.
Luka reached into his sweatpants and gripped the base of his dick harshly to stop himself from coming at just the sight of her. I understood.
His cheeks were red, and he was biting down harshly on his lower lip. My recalcitrant twin was staring at the woman on my lap like she was his salvation.
Everything about sharing her with my twin was better than I could have ever imagined.
Beyond my wildest dreams.
She was so powerful and strong.
She was everything.
But above all else, she was my best friend.
Pressure built behind my eyes from the force of the emotions whipping through me. How had I ever gotten so lucky?
Aran smiled prettily back at me.
Luka gripped his dick and ordered, “John, pull down your pants.”
I understood immediately what he was getting at, and I obeyed.
He gently grabbed Aran under the armpits and lifted her up off my lap while I pushed my sweatpants down to my ankles.
I spread my thighs eagerly and leaned back on the bed as I rested on my forearms.
Luka gently sat our girl back down positioned across my lap. My eyes rolled back in my head as Aran leaned forward.
Our pants were around our ankles, and Aran was sitting on my lap with my cock jutting up obscenely between the juncture of her thighs.
She leaned forward and rubbed her delicious wetness against my length. It was so different from when we’d been on the field during the punishment.
I could actually relax and enjoy what was happening without being stressed about her mental health and safety.
She rubbed against me, and both of us groaned loudly at the friction.
Luka pulled out his cock, and silver glinted. A large ring hung from the head. He stroked his dick slowly as he watched us.
Aran reached down and gripped my dick with her hand. “It’s so thick,” she whispered as she tried to wrap her fingers around it but couldn’t.
Luka’s hips jerked as she ran her fingertips over the weeping head.
Her innocent touch and words inflamed both of us.
“You’re going to fuck that cock,” Luka whispered as he reached forward with his free hand and traced over her delicate cheekbones. Bruises and cuts still marred her flesh, but they did nothing to detract from her beauty. If anything, they showcased how resilient she was.
Our little warrior.
Aran nodded up at Luka with a glassy expression as her face flushed warmer. Her side profile was beyond stunning.
He stared down at her with unconstrained lust.
Of course my funny bestie would respond to us beautifully and fall into subspace under his dominance.
She was perfect for us.
I couldn’t remember the last time a partner, man or woman, had trusted us enough to lose themselves completely during sex. She was letting us take care of her.
She nuzzled her head against his palm like a ferocious kitten.
Luka gripped her cheeks firmly and pulled her face toward his. He peppered kisses all over her cheeks and forehead as she rubbed herself against my dick wantonly.
“You’re such a good girl. I’m going to get you so many jewels,” Luka promised as he fingered the priceless jewelry we’d given her.
She gripped my dick tightly, and I jerked my hips forward. I moaned, then said breathily, “There’s a diamond crown in the family coffers that would look perfect with your curls, bestie.”
My weeping cock jutted up between her legs.
I made a mental note to request the crown immediately. I wanted her dripping in diamonds.
“Are you ready to take him?” Luka asked her as he reached underneath her sweatshirt and plucked at her nipples. She arched prettily when he touched them.
As he played with her, she closed her eyes and whimpered. She shifted, and wetness coated the side of my dick where she was pressed against it.
She was drenched.
“Are you going to take his cock like a good girl?” Luka asked softly as he plucked her nipples.
Aran’s eyes were completely glazed over, and her nod was jerky. She pressed herself against me to create more friction. We both moaned.
“Not like that, little dictator,” Luka said roughly, and she flung her head back with a groan. He must have pinched her nipples.
“Fuck,” I gritted out as she writhed on my lap. I couldn’t take any more teasing. I sat up and scooched us forward so I was sitting on the edge of his bed with my feet pressed against the floor for support.