Luka pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead and whispered, “Now be a good girl for John.”
She nodded as she flushed brighter.
I groaned again at how perfectly responsive she was. It was unreal.
I spread her legs wide and gave Luka a view of her pretty, glistening pink flesh. Then I easily lifted her up by her thighs and slowly pressed her down onto the mushroom head of my cock.
She threw her head back and moaned wantonly.
I pulled her back so I could see where we were connected. My thick cock looked obscene as it slowly stretched into her flesh.
“You’re so tight, Aran, but you take me so deep. You were made for me,” I said roughly as I held her on my lap and pushed her down on my dick.
Aran’s eyes were squeezed tight shut. Her thighs trembled as little breathy gasps of pleasure fell from her lips.
Luka stroked his pierced dick slowly as he stared at where we were connected.
Partygoers danced around us, and someone called my name to get my attention. I ignored them. The only things that mattered were the two people in front of me.
And the exquisite heat sinking down on my dick as Aran trusted me to take care of her.
She was so comfortable with me she lost herself and let me take over. She trusted me to take care of her.
My best friend was perfect.
I bounced her up and down and rubbed her clit. We both panted as I said, “I’m going to fill my bestie up with cum. Wanted to do this again since the challenge. Pump you full of me. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
Aran moaned louder and louder, her voice getting raspier as she bounced on my lap. Wetness flooded across my fingers as I rubbed her clit harder.
The music covered most of the noises, but there was no mistaking what was happening on the bed. Anyone who listened would know we were fucking our betrothed on the bed.
Everyone would know she was more than just my best friend.
She was mine.
Period.
At the thought, I slammed her down roughly on my cock, and Aran tipped her head back. She opened her mouth and twitched as she fluttered around my dick.
Wetness gushed over my fingers as she came.
My eyes rolled back, and I buried my nose in her ice-scented neck as I joined her in release.
Luka fisted turquoise curls and pulled her head forward.
“Be a good girl and swallow, wife.” He pressed the pierced mushroom head of his cock to her swollen cherry lips. The throbbing veins running across the top looked obscene next to her pretty pout.
“I told you I’d let you feel the rest of my piercings,” he growled between deep groans.
Aran parted her lips, and he massaged her neck with his fingers as he flooded down her throat.
He didn’t pull out.
Neither did I.
Luka stood with his softening dick in her swollen lips and massaged her scalp gently. She whimpered and didn’t pull away.
Cum dripped from where we were connected, and I reached my fingers down to catch it.
I pushed my coated finger into her mouth beside my brother’s cock.
“Suck us both, little dictator,” Luka ordered with hooded eyes.
We both moaned as she slurped obediently.
People danced and bumped into the bed. Sang and talked loudly around us as they celebrated.
Luka and I didn’t move.
We ran our hand gently over Aran as she closed her eyes, content to keep both of us inside her.
I whispered, “You’re so pretty and strong and ferocious.”
“Such a smart, brave little killer,” Luka said as he stroked along the side of her neck.
“Not little,” Aran mumbled. “Sleepy.”
Luka pulled himself out of her mouth and tucked himself back into his sweatpants.
I didn’t move. Her warmth surrounded my dick, and it was perfection.
Aran yawned and said sleepily, “I’m not your wife yet.”
Luka and I both smirked.
“You will be,” we said at the same time.
As soon as she’d accepted our betrothal necklace and bracelet, the enchantment in the jewels had begun to initiate a bond among the three of us.
Our future was in stone.
We were one another’s destiny.
I gingerly maneuvered both of us so we were cuddled under the covers and still connected.
I whispered about how perfect she was as I massaged her shoulders.
Luka disappeared to go get towels.
When he came back with a glass of water in one hand and a clean cloth in the other, the dancing crowd parted and revealed the kings.
The three of them were sitting off on the side of the room in the shadows, staring at us. They couldn’t see what was happening because of the wall of our power, but Scorpius had his head tipped to the side and a murderous expression on his face.
Women and men crawled all over them, but they didn’t touch them back.
I let the darkness fall and revealed our bed.
How I was wrapped around Aran under the covers, both of us flushed from sex.
Flames exploded across Corvus’s arms, and he stood up in his seat like he was going to do something. Orion’s eyes widened, and he whispered in Scorpius’s ear. The blind devil clenched his jaw and looked murderous.
As Orion stared at us, his golden skin turned a sickly pale.
“Don’t mess with our wife,” Luka said, and the air shimmered dark around him.
More flames exploded across Corvus’s shoulders, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I looked down at Aran, and Luka turned his back to him.
We didn’t care.
The only person who mattered was lying in my arms.
Luka climbed under the covers and gently cleaned Aran’s folds, which were still swallowing my cock.
“We got you, Aran,” I whispered as I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She smiled and snuggled against my chest.
My brother and I shared women and men all the time. Because of our separation anxiety, we preferred it that way.
It had always just been the two of us versus the world.
When we were in middle school, Lothaire had rescued us from the human realm.
Luka and I had grown up in the human foster care system.
It hadn’t been pretty.
Things had gotten especially bad when we’d started to manifest our abilities. It had started as little wisps of shimmering darkness around us and escalated to walls and doorways.
Since our adopted parents were extremely religious, they’d thought we were possessed.
They’d tried to beat the darkness out of us.
But our abilities had only escalated.
One day, our adoptive father had taken us on a hike. He’d said something about me being possessed by Lucifer himself as he beat me near death and pushed me into a ravine.
Luka had screamed and fought as I fell.
Apparently as I lay half-dead, bleeding out, Luka’s darkness had exploded.
Lothaire had RJE’d to the location based on the sheer level of power he’d displayed. He’d quickly realized what and who we were. He saved my life and brought us to our biological family on the condition that we attend Elite Academy when we were old enough.
Our family had agreed, but only if one of us always stayed in the realm to fulfill our duties as the Princes of Darkness.
Growing up, we’d never been apart from each other.
Luka was my constant shadow, the darkness to my light. We complemented each other perfectly.
He was the Mr. Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll, as Aran loved to say.