The red exploded around them, blotting out the shades of blue entirely.
She felt him feeding, easily able to recognize the feeling now. It left her dizzy and high. And she loved it.
Rin clenched around Lucien again, and this time, he wasn’t able to stop from moving inside her at her urging. His head fell to the crook of her neck, the wire frame of his glasses pressing harshly into her skin, but she was far from caring. If anything, the short bite of discomfort built up her pleasure more.Something wet slipped over her breast, and she gasped, eyes flying open—when had she closed them?—to find Cyrus flicking droplets over her skin. Not from the pool. No, this water was far colder, sharp and clean. It washiswater, materializing from the tips of his fingers.
She turned her head, feeling the warmth on her cheeks as she stared up at him. Lucien covered her front almost entirely, pressing her deeper against the side of the pool. She reached up with a shaking hand, water dripping from the tips of her fingers as she settled her palm on Cyrus’s clothed knee. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning deeply. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were so blown all she saw was darkness—no hint of purple.
Cyrus surged forward, water splashing up his calves and darkening the thin fabric of his pants as he grabbed her cheek and tipped her face up to his, pressing his lips to hers. The sensation was unbelievable. Lucien was inside her and Cyrus’s lips were on hers and his magic was all around them, coating the air in his essence.
Lucien groaned harshly on a deep thrust, hips grounding into hers and hitting a spot at the apex of her thighs that made her see Stars. She gave a light, airy moan. Cyrus pulled away from her, tongue sweeping out to tickle the seam of her lips. His eyes were half-lidded with lust.
"He tastes good, too. I see why you like him," the incubus purred.
She could barely form a coherent sentence. "Did you—you… taste his feelings?"
"I did more than taste. I devoured them," Cyrus said, pressing another lingering kiss on her lips.
Simultaneously, she felt Lucien whisper praises into the crook of her neck. "So good for me, Vesperin. Feel so good—youmake such gorgeous sounds. My goodfuckinggirl." At that, she inhaled harshly. She rarely heard her doctor curse.
Water dribbled past her lips. The taste was invigorating, like inhaling too much air at once, making her belly flip. She blinked up at Cyrus with a moan as Lucien hit a spot deep within her. Cyrus pulled his index finger away from her lower lip. He’d used his Stella to seep inside her mouth, filling her.
"Don’t worry, doll, my eyes are only for you. You taste better than anything I’ve ever had in my centuries alive." Cyrus made a rumbling moan, and her eyes trailed down his soaked shirt, clinging to his lean muscles and leaving nothing to the imagination, as she found his hand inside his pants, dragging down the thin material and showing the elegant, sensual cut of his abdomen. "Did my Stella taste good? Now you have us both inside you." His arm muscles flexed as he stroked himself, and she had half a mind to beg him to let her see, to touch, to taste, but shyness tied her tongue.
Lucien pulled away from her neck, eyes flicking up to Cyrus, before settling back to her.
Earth could spin off its axis, and in this moment, she wouldn’t care.
"Come for me, Vesperin," Lucien ordered, and she had already been teetering, holding on as much as she could, but with those words, she was forced over the edge, her thin resolve snapping as she came with a cry.
She felt Lucien follow, warmth filling her. Cyrus groaned deeply into her ear, half-bent over her, nearly falling into the pool.
Rin was limp, heart thundering. She felt her lungs threaten to seize with a dry, coughing fit, but swallowed until it abated. She was just aware enough to realize this wasn’t normal. What her weakness meant was sobering to her, and she found their ragged breathing echoing off the pool tiles as a damning thing—she wasso selfish to let them love her, when she wouldn’t be here to love them back forever.
Her shaking legs slipped down from Lucien’s waist, and she found her toes barely brushing the ground. She tried to regain her sense of self, coming down from the high of arousal. She peered up at Cyrus, who wiped his palm on his thigh. White droplets of his release were left on his fingertips, and it was Lucien who caught her jaw and forced her face up to the incubus.
Cyrus pressed his fingers against her bottom lip. "Taste?"
She opened her mouth, even knowing the roil of negative emotions settling inside her. She felt blue, like the water and lights around them. His taste settled on her tongue as he pressed his fingers deep into her mouth. When he pulled them away, his fingers were clean.
Rin was silent.
"Look at me, my V girl. Are you alright? Was this too much for you? Tell me what you feel." In a sweet gesture, Lucien brushed the tip of his nose down the length of hers.
"I feel…" Rin started, the weight of their attention pressing down heavily upon her. "I feel like I could use a shower." She forced her tone to be light. Then she placed her palms on Lucien’s chest, leaning forward and kissing his pectoral to stave off the hurt in his eyes, before she gently pushed him away.
She was still nude, and far too exposed. Her bathing suit had drifted to the other side of the pool beneath the water. She didn’t want to put the soaking material back on. She wanted to be warm. She crossed her legs, shielding her small breasts with her arm. They were still watching her. "Can you—" Her voice broke. "Can you hand me a towel?"
Cyrus silently grabbed one of the fluffy, white towels that rested on the cozy seats facing the pool. He crouched down, pressing it into her hands. "Want me to help you get out?" Hiswords dripped with innuendo, but his eyes were clouded with concern.
"Yes," she whispered.
He hooked his hands beneath her arms, and she resigned herself to being exposed for a brief moment before she could cover back up. That still didn’t stop the shock of cool air against her body, or the vulnerability she felt as Cyrus helped her out of the pool and her feet touched the tiles around it. She immediately covered herself with the towel, tucking it beneath her arms. Outside of the water, everything felt more real—as did the lingering dryness in her throat and heaviness to her limbs.
Water splashed as Lucien seamlessly pushed himself out of the pool. His swim shorts settled low on his hips; she tried not to stare.
Rin stepped away from them, but her knees buckled.
Lucien caught her with an arm around her waist. "Vesperin? Do you feel okay?"
