Chapter 174 Chapter 173

Chapter 174 Chapter 173
Aloria.

Slowly, they both pull back, severing almost all contact except for the grip they have on my body. Kairos growls against my lips, his gaze molten. Whimpering at the sudden loss of contact, the words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"Please... Draven, Kairos... Don't leave me like this," I rush out, my voice shaky, my eyes wide with need.

"Tell us you want this..." Kairos mutters, his face only inches away from mine. "Tell us you want us to claim you, mark you as ours," he murmurs against the sensitive skin of my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse point.

"I do..." I say, my voice high-pitched before I take several shuddering breaths, forcing myself to speak calmly. "I do want you to mark me... to claim me. Please, just..."

Draven doesn't let me finish talking.

"We hear you, loud and clear..." he growls, turning me to face him as he claims my lips in a devastating kiss, melting every thought in my head into a puddle. I moan into his mouth, my body arching to meet him, the pleasure threatening to drown me.

"Yes.. " I gasp out, my blood singing, but even that is swallowed by the kiss.

He moves lower, his kisses trailing fire down my body. Draven worships me with a reverence that feels almost sinful, his lips finding every sensitive inch of my skin. When his fingers reach the junction of my thighs, he pauses for a heartbeat, looking at me through the dark fringe of his lashes. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated devotion, his eyes reflecting the moonlight and the fire consuming him.

"Tell us you're mine, Aloria," he commands, his voice thick with need, his fingers working to open me to him. "Say it while I make you forget everything but this."

"I'm yours..." I whisper, my voice trembling, my chest heaving with ragged gasps. "Both of you," I add, still breathless.

Draven's eyes darken further, and he leans in even more.

"Good girl," he groans, the praise sending a wave of pleasure through me.

Draven presses his palm flat against my center, feeling the unmistakable evidence of my arousal. The heat is staggering, and I squirm, feeling my body clench, producing more slick that coats his fingers.

"You're burning for us," he whispers, his eyes lifting to mine, dark and predatory. "Your body is literally screaming for us," he growls.

He leans in, capturing my lips in another kiss, but this one is different. It isn't just hunger; it is exploration. Draven kisses me as if he's memorizing me, his tongue dancing with mine as his fingers begin to work at the edge of my sodden core, stimulating the sensitized skin there.

I moan into his mouth, feeling every last one of my barriers melt away like snow in the sun until there is nothing left between us but raw, unfiltered need.

I arch toward him, spreading my thighs even wider, seeking his fingers. That's all the permission Draven needs.

With agonizing slowness, he pushes two of his fingers into my sodden heat, grunting as my body clenches around him, drawing him even deeper and coating him with my arousal.

"Fuck..." he curses against my lips before he reaches to kiss me again, this time even rougher, more heated.

He begins to stroke me with agonizing slowness, his thumb finding the sensitive bud of my clitoris and circling it with maddening precision.

I cry out, my spine arching like a bow under the onslaught of pleasure. It's too much, yet not nearly enough.

"Draven... Draven, please!" I cry out, unable to take it.

"Please what, love?" he asks, continuing his ministrations, picking up the pace, his gaze fixed on me as he tracks every microexpression I make. "Please, more, or please stop?" he taunts, nipping at my lower lip, curling his fingers inside me and finding that sensitive spot that has me seeing stars.

"That's it, Aloria. Feel it," he commands, his voice a low vibration. "Feel how much you want this. How much you want us," he snarls, increasing the pace, the soft, obscene squelch of our bodies threatening to burn my ears off.

Kairos' hands snake around my body, reaching for my breasts, and he begins to fondle them, squeezing the taut nipples between his thumb and fingers, the dual stimulation threatening to drive me to absolute madness. The moans pour out of me unabashedly, and I can't make sense of my body anymore.

"That's it... Give us everything, Aloria," Draven growls, pressing his lips against mine, ready to claim me. "Let us watch you break."

He captures my whimper with his mouth, kissing me deeply while his fingers increase their pace, finding a rhythm that matches the frantic pounding of my heart.

"Draven!" I cry out, torn between wanting to pull away and staying right there, already reaching my tipping point. When I try to pull back, Kairos' hands on me force me to stay in place, making me receive everything Draven is giving me.

I mewl, writhing, my head thrashing as I feel myself approach that knife-edge of pleasure.

"You're close," Draven whispers against my lips, sensing the tension building in my thighs, the way my breath comes in short, sharp stabs. "Don't hold it back. Give it to me. Let me see you break."

My hips buck against his hand, seeking more of that maddening friction, and a low growl bursts free from Draven's lips, his eyes going so dark they're almost black.

"Yes, Aloria... just like that," he growls, his voice thick and gravelly. "Take it."

His fingers work with renewed ferocity. He abandons the slow circles for a more demanding rhythm, pushing in a third finger to stretch me further while his thumb maintains relentless pressure on my clitoris.

I am screaming, a whimpering mess now, my body coated with a thin sheen of sweat, my head thrashing against Kairos, my body already trembling, waiting for the inevitable fall.

The friction is perfect. The heat between us is unbearable. My inner walls are already clenching around Draven's fingers, drawing him in and betraying my last shreds of resistance as I spiral toward the edge.