Rin wanted to feel him. So she reached for him, her hands spreading out on his lean chest. Her fingers swept down, and she felt his rough breaths beneath her palms. She stopped when her fingers grazed the waistband of his shorts.
"Take them off," she whispered huskily.
"That’s not what we say, Vesperin. I know you’re a sweet girl, you’ve proven it to me."
His domineering reprimand made goosebumps erupt on her flesh. "Please, take them off, Lucien. I want you."
His head fell forward, lips grazing the side of her neck. His other hand pushed between them, shoving down his shorts until they sat below his cock. She felt it against her belly, hard and hot.
Rin touched him, unable to wrap her fingers around him fully. He groaned when she let her hand move. She was captivated by the power in such a touch, the way he bent to her will. Maybe this was her own version of harmony.
Slowly, giving her time to adjust, he pushed up inside her. The water made everything wetter, sending licks of cold deep inside her, mingling with her own dripping heat and his hot length within the most intimate part of her.
She clung to him, undone.
Lucien’s movements started out slow and soft, and the water tickled as it lapped against her, then pleasure rippled around them both, pooling at the base of her spine as her heart thundered in her chest. Water sloshed over the curved sides of the pool, spilling onto the dark tile as he began to move roughly into her—taking what he wanted. He used her like she’d begged him to, to be free of nightmares.
But not only did he take—because Lucien was a giving lover—he ensured she was cared for, too, in that gently dominating way. Her head grew fuzzy, and the blue glimmering lights sparkled above her.
"God—good girl. You feel so good. Look at you. All mine," he kept whispering praises against her flushed skin, kissing her, nipping at her.
It was like she was still floating, on her back, letting the water hold her up.
Pleasure bloomed hotly within her, and she gasped puffs of air against his lips, watching it fog his glasses, as she begged for release.
"Please, can I? Let me come…" She didn’t even realize she was begging for that, or that he’d like it, until his green eyes darkened.
"No," Lucien rumbled, swiping a finger over her pebbled nipple. "Not yet." His eyes shifted behind her.
Rin felt him before she saw him. Her Soul reached for him.
Cyrus came to settle at the pool’s edge behind her, crouching low. His knees brushed her back as he let his legs dangle into the water at their side. Red filled the air as he tasted her and Lucien’s joined pleasure.
She could barely bring herself to look at him.
"Look at what I stumbled into. I smelled the most delicious feast, and I just had to come see what it was. I have to say—it looks even better than it tastes," Cyrus purred, brushing his fingers over the bare line of Rin’s shoulders, and she tightened her legs around Lucien’s waist, feeling herself clench around him, wanting to hide. Lucien groaned at the feel, pulsing inside her, which only made Rin flutter helplessly again. Cyrus placed his hand on her shoulder more firmly, fingers reaching down to brush against the tops of her breasts. "Do you want me to stop? I’ll go. Say the word."
Rin looked into Lucien’s eyes, gasping, "Lucien?"
It was a plea—because he’d taken her form of thoughts away as he’d rendered her dazed. She couldn’t think for herself right now; she only wanted to chase the high of pleasure. She couldn’tthink through all the reasons why Cyrus should or shouldn’t stay.
"Lucien, it’s not up to you. I only answer to my Soulbond," Cyrus continued, voice a sultry rasp.
She looked at him then, finding his purple eyes dark, with his pupils blown wide. He kept palming her breast, and neither Lucien nor Rin stopped him.
The red glimmers swirled in the air, then retreated into Cyrus. "I’ll leave. Have fun, you two." He started to stand, and she realized she didn’twanthim to.
"No, stay, Cy," Rin breathed, making him freeze. Tiny pinpricks of red began to fill the air around them again, hesitant. "Stay, p-please? I want you to." She looked into Lucien’s eyes as she said it.
Her doctor moved forward, lips against her sensitive ear as he whispered, "If it is what you want, my V girl." He pressed a tender kiss to the space below her ear, and she clenched around him again.
When Lucien pulled away, she felt more grounded.
"Yes, I want you to stay." Rin’s voice was firmer in the knowledge that this—the both of them here with her—felt right.
Cyrus’s fingers tightened on her breast, indenting her flesh. "Can I taste your pleasure?"
Still holding Lucien’s eyes, she uttered, "Yes."
