Lochan's hands are on my hips, guiding my movements. I start to rock back and forth, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. Callen's hands reach up to cup my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. I lean forward, my hands braced on Callen's chest, giving Lochan access to my body.
I feel Lochan's warmth behind me, then his hands spreading my cheeks apart. He's spreading something wet and cool over my unfilled hole, his fingers circling my tight ring, and I tense as I feel his finger work its way inside. He pulls it out then plunges it back in, this time with a second.
“Oh!” My eyes go wide, and Callen smirks as I hear Lochan chuckle.
Callen’s cock twitches inside me, but neither of us moves. He keeps his hands on my breasts, kneading and squeezing, thumbs rubbing over my nipples.
Lochan removes his fingers, then I feel the tip of his cock press against me. He pauses, giving me a moment to adjust, then slowly pushes inside me.
The sensation is overwhelming, but not unpleasant. I feel stretched, full, and incredibly turned on. Lochan starts to move, pulling out and pushing back in, his pace slow and deliberate. Callen lifts his hips and matches his rhythm, and I'm caught in the middle, filled by both of them.
Their hands are everywhere, touching, teasing, claiming. I've never felt so desired, so wanted. It's intense, overwhelming, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Lochan speeds up, his thrusts becoming harder, more primal. I can feel Callen's grip on my hips tightening, his thrusts becoming deeper. Their rhythm pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for us, Brigid.” Lochan isn’t asking, he’s commanding.
Callen moves one hand between us and finds my clit. He works it as he and Lochan continue to fuck me in complete sync. I’m no longer in my body and I feel like I’m in another world, overwhelmed by all the sensation and how good they feel.
Callen’s thrusts become erratic, then I feel a rush of hot liquid as he fills me. I feel Lochan's warmth inside me as he climaxes at the same time. The sensation of both men filling me so completely sends me over the edge, and my pussy clenches rhythmically over and over as I come with them.
I collapse forward, my head on Callen's chest.
We lay there for a moment, our breathing heavy, our bodies slick with sweat. Then, Callen gently lifts me off him, his hands soft and gentle. Lochan pulls out, and I feel a momentary sense of loss. But then, they're both there, their arms around me, their lips on my skin.
“You did so well,” Lochan murmurs, his voice low and soothing.
I lean into him, feeling his warmth and strength surround me. His words of praise and acceptance wrap around me like a blanket, chasing away the last lingering traces of anxiety. I feel safe, cherished, and loved.
Callen presses a gentle kiss on my shoulder, his lips soft and tender.“You were amazing, Brigid. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
His words fill me with a sense of pride and belonging. I know that what we just shared was more than just a physical act—it was an affirmation of our bond, a declaration of our connection.
Together, they settle me back into bed, their touches gentle and reassuring. Lochan pulls the covers up around us, and Callen tucks me in against his chest. I feel cocooned, protected, and safe as they hold me close.
With that thought, I drift off to sleep, feeling content and loved.
Chapter Thirty One
Brigid
Callen leans against the doorframe. His black hair, usually so perfectly tousled, falls just slightly out of place, as if he’s been running his fingers through it in thought. The faintest shadow of stubble dusts his jawline, giving him a rugged edge that contrasts sharply with the refined elegance of his regal bone structure. The angles of his cheekbones are softened by the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, a smile that’s equal parts charming and dangerous.
"So, darling, how do you feel about a little trip to the fae kingdom?"
I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. "The fae kingdom? Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." He grins, pushing off the frame and sauntering into my room. "It's time I claim my rightful place on the throne. I want you by my side when I do."
My stomach churns with a mix of excitement and dread. "I don't know, Callen. That's a big step."
"Come on, Brigid," Lochan chimes in. "You’ve kept yourself separate from our world long enough." He’s still lying on my bed, though at some point he did put his trousers back on. Shame, really. I wouldn’t mind him staying naked in my bed for the rest of my days.
I bite my lip, weighing my options. The fae kingdom is so far from anything I've ever known. But the way Callen looks at me makes me want to do this for him. Plus, I’m curious. It’s not every day a girl gets invited to an otherworldly fairy realm. "Okay," I say finally. "I'll go."
Callen's face lights up, and he pulls me into a hug. "That’s our girl."
As soon as he releases me, panic sets in. "Shit. What am I going to wear? I don't have anything fit for a fae kingdom."
