Chapter 214
Elowen's POV
"You're thinking too much, cutie," Casper's voice filtered through the bond, strained with effort. "Just feel. Feel what we're doing to you."
Then Cassian's tongue finally—finally—made contact with my clit, one slow, deliberate circle that had my back arching off the bed, pressing closer to his mouth, desperate for more of that exquisite friction.
"That's it," Cassian groaned against my pussy, the vibration traveling straight through my core. "Give me everything, babe. Every single reaction."
Through the triple bond, I felt it all. Cassian's fierce concentration as he memorized every twitch, every gasp, like he was trying to burn the memory into his very soul. Casper's iron control hanging by a thread as he fought not to just fuck my mouth the way Leo was screaming at him to do.
And underneath it all, woven through the lust and need and overwhelming pleasure, that thread of guilt. Of grief. Of something that tasted like goodbye.
"Ask them," Juno begged, her voice almost pleading in my mind. "Please, El. Something's not right. They're scared. They're—"
But I couldn't. Not when Cassian's tongue was working my clit with devastating precision. Not when Casper was groaning my name like a prayer, his cock pulsing against my tongue. Not when I was balanced on this knife's edge between pleasure and pain and something that felt almost like flying.
Not when asking might shatter this perfect moment into a thousand irreparable pieces.
Cassian's mouth moved lower, his tongue sliding along my entrance, tasting, teasing, before returning to my clit. The pattern was maddening—just enough to drive me higher but never quite enough to push me over.
"You taste like heaven," he groaned, and I felt his words vibrate against my sensitive flesh. "Like vanilla and honey and mine. All fucking mine."
The possessiveness in his voice should have alarmed me. Should have made me pull back, ask questions, demand to know why he sounded so desperate, so afraid.
But Casper chose that moment to slide deeper into my throat, cutting off any coherent thought, and all I could do was moan and surrender and trust.
Trust that whatever was happening, whatever was coming, we would face it together.
"They're lying to you," Juno whispered, but her voice was growing fainter, drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing through me. "They're hiding something. They're—"
Then Cassian sucked my clit hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves, and my thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm.
Through the bond, I felt Casper's control finally snap. His hands tightened in my hair—not painful, never painful with him, but firm, possessive—and his thrusts became deeper, more purposeful.
"Take it, cutie," he groaned, voice ragged. "Take all of me. Let me feel that perfect throat squeeze around my cock."
And I did. God help me, I did, relaxing my throat, letting him slide deeper until I could feel him in the back of my throat, tears streaming down my temples from the intensity of it all.
Cassian's tongue worked faster now, circling my clit with ruthless precision while his fingers dug into my thighs hard enough to bruise. Through the bond, I felt his satisfaction at marking me, at making sure everyone would know I belonged to them.
To him and Casper. Always.
But underneath that satisfaction, that fierce possessiveness, was something else. Something that made my chest tight even as pleasure built higher and higher in my core.
Fear. Bone-deep, soul-crushing fear.
Fear of losing me.
"Why?" I tried to ask through the bond, but the word came out garbled, distorted by the cock in my mouth and the overwhelming sensations flooding my system.
Cassian's only response was to suck harder on my clit, to slide two fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that spot that had me seeing stars.
And Casper—God, Casper—he was trembling above me, his whole body taut with the effort of holding back. Through our bond, I felt everything he was feeling: the desperate need to come, the even more desperate need to make this last, to stretch this moment out forever.
To never have to face what came after.
"I love you," he sent through the bond, and the words carried a weight I didn't understand. "Fuck, El, I love you so much it terrifies me."
"I love you too," I tried to send back, but I was drowning in sensation, in the feel of them, the taste of them, the overwhelming presence of them in my mind and body and soul.
Cassian added a third finger, stretching me, preparing me, and his tongue never stopped its relentless assault on my clit. The dual stimulation was too much, not enough, everything all at once.
"Come for us," Cassian commanded through the bond, his mental voice as rough as gravel. "Let go, babe. We've got you. We'll always have you."
Always.
That word. That promise. It should have comforted me.
So why did it sound like a lie?
But then Casper was groaning, his cock swelling impossibly larger in my mouth, and I knew he was close. Knew he was fighting it, trying to hold back, trying to make this last.
"Here it comes, cutie," he gasped, and there was something broken in his voice, something that made my heart clench even as my body spiraled higher. "Take all of me. Every last drop. Let me—fuck—let me mark you from the inside."
And Cassian's fingers curled just right, his tongue flicking my clit with perfect pressure, and I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, white-hot and all-consuming, and I screamed around Casper's cock, my body convulsing between them as pleasure crashed over me in relentless waves.