Chapter Sixteen
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EIRA’S POV
The heat pulsing through the small space between our bodies was heightening.
Kellen trailed his lips over mine, and Lucien sucked on my neck, making me shudder. My eyes met Kellen’s and the hunger within them made heat gather at my honey pot again.
He crashed his lips on mine, hungrily, parting my lips just enough to make way for his tongue. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue wrapped around mine.
Lucien shoved his hands into my dress, pushing my bra up to reveal my full breasts. He cupped one, while pinching my n****e lightly. My body jerked, electrifying sparks running through my veins.
Lucien picked me up without warning, settling me on top of him as he sat on bench beside the lockers. He grabbed my thighs, spreading my legs. The cold air hit my wet folds and my cheeks burned as Kellen gazed at my inner thigh.
He grazed his fingers along my clit, pleasure rippling through my skin.
“f**k, you’re so wet,” he groaned.
Before a moan could slip out of my lips, Lucien grabbed my chin, pulling my head to him and linking his lips with mine. Our tongues intertwined in a frenzy, causing more heat to pool in my lower back.
Kellen slipped a finger into me, my thighs quivering in response. He thrust them into me, the obscene noises filling the air. After a few more strokes, he withdrew, leaving me empty and craving something more.
He revealed his throbbing manhood, and it was just as large as Lucien’s. Kellen rubbed the tip of his hard on at my entrance and my body shuddered from how much pleasure was consuming me.
Lucien’s lips trailed to my ears, his breath brushing against my skin.
“Can you take us both at the same time?”
My breath hitched. That wasn’t a question. It was a command.
Lucien grabbed my ass, his hard-on poised at my entrance. And then, they both pushed in. It was slow at first, both c***s stretching me out to fit them. There was a slight pain, but that slowly changed to a burning pleasure.
I moaned, feeling that both of them penetrated me deeply. Their thrusts were slow, as if to savor the feeling of ecstasy that was rippling through our bodies. Lucien sucked at my neck, a throaty growl vibrating through him.
I threw my head back, eyes rolling to the back of my head as their pace increased. Each thrust sends new waves of pleasure washing over me. I couldn’t think as my mind was a blank sheet.
All I could feel was their c**k plundering my wet p***y and the undeniable connection that we all shared.
My hips moved to their unrelenting tempo as I pushed against each thrust. They plunged into me, each thrust slowly bringing me to my limit. After a few more strokes, my body shook with my climax.
My juices coated their c**k, making their strokes sloppier.
“f*****g hell,” Kellen groaned, his strokes getting slower.
A few more sloppy strokes was enough to send them both reeling over the edge. Kellen and Lucien pulled out right before they climax. My whole body trembled as I collapsed on to Lucien.
An overwhelming exhaustion hit me and my vision faded to black.
***
Waking up in my dorm room feeling like a trailer had just hit me was something I had never expected. Every bone in my body ached. Thighs, hips, neck. Even muscles I didn’t know existed were complaining.
I lay in bed for a long moment, face buried in the pillow as I recalled the heated s*x I had with the princes.
Oh my God, I had s*x with the princes.
Lucien’s voice still echoed in my head. Kellen’s breath still ghosted against my ears. And my body...my traitorous body still felt every single touch.
I groaned, dragging a hand over my face.
“What the hell did I do?”
I knew exactly what I did, or rather, who I did. Two whos actually.
The two wolves who were supposed to be my fake boyfriends, pretend mates. I had just made a very big mistake.
I pushed myself up on the bed, wincing as my muscles hurt in a way that made me remember every single detail from last night.
“No, no stop remembering you i***t!” I groaned, grabbing the pillow and throwing it to the ground.
But my mind betrayed me. Last night shattered every rule we had put in place. I swung my legs off the bed, muttering curses to myself as the soreness hit once again.
“Stupid mate pull, stupid full moon, stupid princes.”
And then softer because lying to myself felt pointless.
“Stupid me.”
I could still smell their scent on me. It made my stomach twist with something too close to longing.
I pushed myself out of bed, ignoring the pain as I rushed to the bathroom. I was eager to wash their scent that clung to my skin. I grabbed the sink, gazing at my exhausted reflection in the mirror. I sighed, splashing a handful of water on my face.
“This was a mistake,” I told the mirror. “A one time thing. It meant nothing.”
Except, my pulse jumped at my statement. A strange ache bloomed at the pit of my stomach. I could feel my body disagreeing with me. My soul disagreed even more.
I gripped the sink harder. I backed away from the mirror, like it could see into the depths of my soul. I hopped into the showers, flipping in on and letting the water run down my skin.
The memories flashed through my mind again. I couldn’t shake off the feeling. The intimacy we all felt when we made love. I groaned, slapping my cheeks.
“That was nothing, they mean nothing to me,” I mumbled absentmindedly.
My heart sunk in a sudden realization.
How was i supposed to look either of them in the eye again? Not when my body still remembered, and my soul refused to forget.
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