Times like this were few and far between for us; we were constantly pulled in different directions for the Academy, for Lord d’Refan, for the General.
Maybe this is our issue—maybe we just need time together.
The fire popped softly in the grate as I stepped into our rooms, and both of my Vessels’ heads shot up from their respective distractions. A genuine smile broke across Ilyas’ face like the sun shining through the clouds after a particularly violent rainstorm, whereas Sasori’s expression immediately closed off, her previous softness dissipating like ashes on the wind.
She closed her book with a snap as Ilyas rested his knitting needles against the small wooden table between the couch and fireplace. Sasori rose to leave the room, evidently feeling the anticipation in the air, but I closed the distance between us, taking her book from her hands and tossing it on the table before caging her back against the couch. She slumped back into her seat, eyes on fire and expression fierce as she crossed her arms.
“What do you want, Lex?” she bit out, and I dipped my head lower to run my nose up the length of her neck and around the curve of her jaw.
“You,” I purred. She stiffened slightly with a small scoff.
“You haven’t wanted me in weeks.” Her acidic tone was cutting, the remark landing as intended.
“We haven’t had time like this in weeks,” I argued back and heard Ilyas hum in agreement from the other side of the couch.
“I’m not sure about either of you, but I’ve been craving the physical connection with both of you. I need it more than anything else right now,” I admitted while laying soft, lazy kisses on Sasori’s neck. She shivered and tried to cover up her body’sreaction by pulling away from me, but I kept her still with a firm hand on her jaw.
“Unless you don’t want me?” I asked and pulled back to see her face when she went utterly still in my hold.
A war happened in the span of a second behind her coffee-brown eyes, and I saw Ilyas slump imperceptibly.
Fuck. This is worse than I thought.
Sasori relaxed on a deep exhale before nodding slightly. “Yes, I want you,” she admitted, but there was no passion in her voice. Acceptance, yes, but nothing more than that.
Double fuck. We really need to talk.
It probably would’ve been most prudent to hash out our issues before fucking, but something told me this may be the very last time that all three of us were intimate together. I had the go-ahead from Sasori, and I was going to make it count.
Better make it last, then.
“Ilyas, remove Sasori’s clothing and sit her on your lap facing me,” I said firmly, removing my hand from her face and stepping back to watch as my True Bonded worked to disrobe my Force Bonded.
The secret to Sasori—especially while intimate—was to get her mind to a space where she didn’t have to think. If Ilyas and I made all the decisions for her, if we directed her where she was needed and essentially used her like a fuck doll, then she could let go and just feel. Otherwise, she’d get too in her own head and sex would last a few minutes at most.
And we couldn’t have that today.
Sasori grumbled as she let Ilyas shuck her shirt and pants, leaving her in just her underwear.
“No bra band today?” I asked curiously, and she shook her head.
“I’m relaxing in my own room. Do I need your permission to not wear one now, Mage?” she sniped, and I chuckled.
“No, Sasori. You never need my permission for that. Underwear, too.” I directed the last command to Ilyas.
Ilyas sat heavily on the couch, the springs groaning under his sizable frame, before he pulled Sasori, naked and flushed, to sit on his lap. She tried to keep herself covered, crossing her arms and legs, and I rolled my eyes at the effort.
It was always a bit of a battle with her—shewantedto be barked at and ordered around.
“Arms at your sides. Ilyas, tuck her legs on each side of yours and spread her open. Grip her wrists so she can’t cover herself. I want to look at my Vessel.”
Lust and desire were heavy in the air, and I felt my erection grow as Ilyas manhandled Sasori’s legs onto either side of his before spreading his thighs quickly. He snatched her arms away from her chest, gripping her wrists tightly as he pulled her back against his body. The result was Sasori opened, her most intimate parts revealed for my approval.
A slight flush coated her chest, her breasts heaving as her nipples puckered in the air. My gaze roamed down her tight, muscular body, noting each of the divots and scars obtained from years by my side, before my eyes rested on her open cunt.
Just as I anticipated, she was positively glistening with arousal, her slick hole already clenching around nothing.
“How long has it been since you’ve orgasmed?” I asked.
