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I don’t answer, too focused on slowly taking Elias’ cock into my mouth, curling my tongue around him, feeling the hot, heavy weight of his hardness. But I appreciate the compliment.

Elias tangles his fingers into my hair, guiding my movements—not too demanding, not yet. Just slow and steady, letting me take him deeper each time until his cock is hitting the back of my throat, and I groan softly as I breathe in through my nose and let him in. Let him gently fuck my face until there are tears in my eyes and saliva drools from my lips. The caress of his hands—one in my hair, the other cupping my face—is a delicious contrast to the way he rocks his hips and thrusts his cock into my mouth.

I tighten my lips around him, let my tongue stroke him, suck around his length—anything to please him.

It’s very much worth it to hear the sounds he makes—the way his breaths choke and the low groans. When I do something he likes, hegrowls, and they go straight to my core.

Caelan, not content to be left out, attacks Elias’ upper body. His wandering hands pull off Elias’ tie and shirt, leaving minor scratches in the wake of his clawed nails and a string of purpling love bites in the wake of his teeth and tongue.

Elias groans my name, and I only intensify my efforts. His head falls back, and he makes a guttural noise of pleasure, shoving me away. “Enough, dear.” He pants, and for a moment, I’m disappointed. I wanted to make him come. Then his eyes flash hungrily, and my stomach twists. “Allow me to return the favor.”

I make an undignified yelp, half gasp and half giggle, as he scoops me up and shoves me against the wall. He kisses me firmly to quiet me, then smirks.

Elias makes quick work of my pajamas, pulling my top over my head between kisses and dragging my shorts and underwear down together. He rids himself of the last of his clothing too. Once I’m naked against him, he hooks my knees over his shoulders and, with no preamble at all, lifts me off the floor.

“Elias! Oh,shit.”

Elias raises me to head height with my back pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around his neck, and his face buried between my thighs. I tangle one hand into his hair while the other scrambles against the wall, clutching at him as if I need to help hold myself up. I don’t. Elias keeps me steady, his grip on my thighs and his sheer strength more than enough to hold me up in the air while his tongue seeks out my dripping core.

I forget how to breathe for a moment. Forget how to think. He’s holding me up with no effort at all, and that casual display of power alone would have been hot as hell. But then there’s the fact he’s doing it to eat me out.

I arch my back against the wall, moaning. He’s barely even started, only delivering teasing licks against my entrance. He gradually delves deeper and, shit, I can’t writhe too much up here. I don’t think Elias would drop me, but there’s no sense in making the position even more difficult for him. Only it’s so hard not to squirm in pleasure as his tongue dips inside me and my brain turns to mush.

“Elias, oh God,yes,” I babble senselessly. I swear he smiles against me for a moment. Then he starts stroking me from inside in earnest, his tongue doing the most deliciously sinful things, and my whole world narrows to nothing but heat and pleasure andElias.

I adore the way he can leave me so utterly helpless, moaning for him, thighs trembling. When he curls his tongue against my clit, it sends a shock of desperate lust arching through my entire body.

My hand flies up to try and cover my mouth, but it barely muffles all the needy noises I’m making. It feels so good.God, it feels good.It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he can drive me to the edge. Only I don’t have any space left in my brain for emotions as needless as embarrassment. Not for this

“I-I…” I try to gasp out. “Elias, I’m gonna…”

“No, you’re not, dear,” Elias says, and I can only let out a desperate whine as he pulls away. He bites lightly at the inside of my thigh in admonishment. “We’re only getting started.”

He has me dazed and panting, and my knees shake enough to almost give way when Elias lowers me to stand on my feet again. He levels me with a heated smile that makes my heart skip, then gestures toward the bed. “I think you’re forgetting someone.”

Caelan.

Oh.

Caelan is sprawled on the bed, his shirt open and barely clinging to him, trousers gone, and boxers pushed down his thighs to free his cock. He has a hand wrapped around himself, but his eyes are fixed firmly on me.

“Why don’t we put on a show for him?” Elias suggests, low and seductive, against the shell of my ear. I nod, speechless.

Elias guides me to the bed and positions me to kneel upright on the mattress while he holds me from behind. Caelan shuffles further back to make room, smirking like the proverbial cat that got the cream.

I can feel his heated gaze, devouring every inch of me while Elias plays with my body. He’s touching me all over in feather-light caresses that feel like they’re going to drive me mad. One hand toys with my breasts, cupping each in turn and tugging at my nipples until I whimper, while the other migrates between my thighs.

“Dammit.” Caelan groans lowly, thrusting his hips up into his own fist. “You don’t know how good you look all sexed up for us.”

The only answer I can give is a needy, broken gasp as Elias’ fingers slide inside me. Two of them thrust into me while I squirm for him.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Elias agrees. “And all ours.”

“Y-yours!” I promise. My head lolls back against Elias’ shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. I never even had time to calm down properly after how close I got before.

“You wouldn’t come without permission, now, would you?” he murmurs darkly.

He says that, but he keeps stroking inside me, finding the exact spot that makes me cry out and teasing it relentlessly. Harder, faster. Another finger, three stretching me open now.

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