Chapter 212
Elowen's POV
Cassian laid me down gently on the bed, his ice-blue eyes lingering on my face for a heartbeat too long. There was something in his gaze—something desperate and tender all at once—that made my chest tighten. But before I could ask, he stepped back, giving his brother space.
Casper stood at the edge of the bed, his amber eyes dark with hunger. His lips and chin still glistened from earlier, and the sight made my core clench with renewed desire. God, he was beautiful. Wild. Mine.
"Lie down, cutie." His voice was low, commanding, edged with something I couldn't quite name. "Head over the edge."
I blinked, not entirely sure I'd heard him right. But Cassian's hand was already on my shoulder, gently guiding me. "Face up, baby. Let your head hang back."
My breath caught. This position—it would leave me completely vulnerable. Exposed. At their mercy.
"Do it," Juno urged, her voice thick with lust. "Trust them."
I did trust them. With everything I had.
I shifted on the bed, positioning myself as instructed. My head tilted back over the edge, my neck fully exposed, my throat open. I clasped my hands together and rested them on my lower abdomen—right where our babies were growing—using them as an anchor point.
The world looked strange upside down. Casper's form loomed above me, and I could see the hard length of him straining against his pants. My mouth went dry. Or maybe it went wet. I couldn't tell anymore.
"Good girl, little freckle." The praise rumbled from deep in his chest, and I felt it echo through our bond—felt how much it pleased him to see me like this. Compliant. Trusting. His.
A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Thank you, Casper."
His eyes flashed gold for just a second. Leo was close to the surface, watching. Wanting.
I knew what was coming. I'd given Casper head before, but never like this. Never with him standing, with me completely at his mercy. In this position, he could control everything—the depth, the pace, the angle. And that thick, beautiful cock of his would slide so easily down my throat, filling me completely.
This is different, I realized. Before, I had control. Now...
Now, I had to trust him not to hurt me. And I did. God help me, I did.
Casper's hand moved to his belt, and I tracked the movement with my eyes, my heart pounding. The sound of the buckle was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
"Put some spit on it, baby."
Heat flooded my cheeks. The crudeness of the request—the raw vulgarity of it—should have embarrassed me. And it did. But it also sent a thrill straight to my core.
I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it pool on my tongue, then opened my lips in offering. Casper groaned, his hand wrapping around his length as he guided himself closer.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're so perfect for me."
He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust. The thickness was the real challenge—not the length. My jaw ached as I forced myself to relax, to open wider, to take him deeper.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. "Just like that, cutie. So fucking good."
I felt him slide deeper, inch by careful inch, until finally—finally—he was seated fully. About seven inches deep, the head of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. I could feel my neck bulge slightly from the intrusion, could feel the weight and heat of him filling me completely.
My throat's going to be sore tomorrow, I thought distantly. But right now, in this moment, I didn't care. All that mattered was the broken groan that tore from Casper's lips, the way his hands trembled slightly as they framed my face.
"Fuck, I love the way you feel around my cock, cutie."
Through the bond, I felt his pleasure spike—felt how much he loved this, loved me, loved us together like this. But underneath it, threaded through like a black ribbon, was that guilt again. That fear.
"What are you hiding?" I wanted to ask. But my mouth was full, and my body was already responding to something else.
Cassian's hands on my thighs.
My body tried to jolt forward instinctively, but Casper steadied me with gentle hands on my face. "Easy, baby. I've got you."
Then Cassian was there, lying between my spread legs, his palms gripping my thighs to hold me in place. His mouth—God, his mouth—started trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, working its way higher.
He nipped at the sensitive skin of my breast, teeth grazing my nipple just hard enough to blur the line between pleasure and pain. I moaned around Casper's cock, and the vibration made him curse under his breath.
Cassian's mouth moved lower, kissing and licking a path down my stomach. His voice, when he spoke, was thick with desire and something deeper. Darker.
"I can't wait to see you swell with our pups, babe. You're gonna be so sexy."
The words vibrated against my skin, and I moaned again, the sound muffled and desperate around Casper's length.
"Awesome," Juno muttered sarcastically in my head. "Who doesn't like whales."
But even her humor couldn't mask the unease I felt rippling through the bond. Something was wrong. Leo and Zero were afraid. But afraid of what?
Cassian's mouth reached the apex of my thighs, and he paused, propping himself up on his elbows. His gaze was intense, reverent, as he stared at my exposed pussy. Then, slowly, deliberately, he lowered his mouth to me.
Casper must have felt my body tense because he carefully pulled back, giving me space to breathe. His amber eyes were almost entirely gold now, Leo watching through his gaze.
"Are you ready to be face fucked again, little freckle?" His voice was rough, possessive, edged with something that sounded almost like pain.
I nodded, unable to speak, my eyes locked on his.
And then Cassian's tongue was on me, and Casper was pushing back into my mouth, and I was drowning in sensation. In them. In us.
"They're saying goodbye," Juno whispered, her voice thick with fear. "El, they're fucking saying goodbye to you."
But I was too far gone to listen. Too consumed by the heat of Cassian's mouth and the weight of Casper filling me. Too lost in the desperate, aching love pouring through our bond.
They were mine. And I was theirs.
Whatever came next, we'd face it together.
Wouldn't we?