Chapter 24
Elowen's POV
"Take off your bra," Casper growled suddenly, his voice rough, commanding. He yanked his own shirt over his head and tossed it aside, his muscles flexing under the dim light, scars from old fights marking his skin like badges. "I want to see all of us."
Cassian shifted, helping me sit up slowly, his fingers gentle but firm on my waist. The heat in their eyes made me feel powerful, desired in a way I'd never experienced before. I reached behind to unhook my bra, letting it fall away as my long hair cascaded down my back.
Casper's gaze locked onto me, his desire so thick I could almost taste it. He stared at me like I was something breakable and irresistible all at once. Cassian's eyes were even hungrier, taking in every inch of me with raw need.
As Casper reached for my wrist to pull me closer, his thumb brushed over a fading bruise there—an ugly purple mark that Drake had left behind during one of his drunken rages weeks ago. His expression darkened instantly.
"Where the hell did this come from?" Casper's voice was low, dangerous, his fingers tracing the edge of the bruise with a feather-light touch that made me shiver. I bit my lip, staying silent, not wanting to drag that bastard into this moment.
"Drake," Cassian spat, his tone sharp, protective. He leaned in closer, his ice-blue eyes narrowing as if he could kill the memory with a look.
"We don't talk about him," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, trying to shut it down. "Not now." I didn't want Drake's shadow ruining what we were building. With a deep inhale, I let my arms fall to my sides, baring myself completely to them.
Casper's jaw tightened, like he was fighting the urge to hunt Drake down right then. He took a deep, steadying breath, his gaze softening as it rested on my face. The anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but his desire for me won out. Instead, he gently traced a line from my collarbone to my breast. "Baby... you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured, his breath warm against my ear.
Cassian cupped my chin, tilting my face up to his, and crashed his lips onto mine in a greedy, consuming kiss that left me breathless. I moaned softly into Cassian's mouth, my body arching toward him as his tongue explored me. Meanwhile, Casper was right there, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking slowly as he watched us. The sight of him, hard and ready, made my core throb all over again.
Casper knelt beside me then, his fingertips trailing over my ribs, making me gasp and pull away from Cassian's kiss. He pushed me back onto the bed gently but firmly, his grip on his shaft never faltering. "This is what you do to us, babe," he said, guiding my hands to both him and Cassian. My right hand found him, while my left closed around Cassian. I wrapped my fingers around their lengths; one was thick and pulsing, the other hot and demanding. I started to stroke them, slow at first, feeling the power in my hands.
"I've never wanted anyone like I want you," Casper groaned, his hips bucking into my touch. "If you're gonna believe anything, believe that."
I bit my lip, a mix of innocence and boldness surging through me. "I want to make it up to you... for everything." My voice was shaky, but I meant it. Cassian knelt beside my head, his erection right there by my face, hard and glistening with anticipation. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the head before wrapping my warm lips around it, taking him deeper inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good I'm about to bust..." Cassian groaned, his hand pressing lightly on the back of my head, guiding me as I bobbed up and down. My tongue swirled over every vein, every ridge, tasting the salt of him.
Casper watched, a smug grin on his face, but he wasn't idle. He shifted down between my legs, kneeling to admire the mess we'd already made. "Shit," he muttered, his breath ghosting over my soaked folds. Then his mouth was on me, lips and tongue attacking my clit with enthusiasm, sucking and licking like he was starving.
I moaned around Cassian's cock, the vibrations making him curse. My hips bucked, grinding against Casper's face as he worked me over. "Oh, god," I gasped, pulling back just enough to breathe before diving back in, deep-throating Cassian again.
Casper didn't let up. He slid two fingers inside me, pumping deep, feeling my walls clench around him. "You're so fucking tight," he growled against my skin, his tongue never stopping its assault.
The room was a whirlwind of sensation—Cassian's cock filling my mouth, his grunts echoing in my ears, Casper's fingers and tongue driving me wild. I looked down, meeting Casper's eyes as he lapped at me, and it only fueled the fire.
"More," I shouted, my voice breaking as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. "I need more than your fingers... I want your cocks. Both of you!"
Casper and Cassian exchanged a glance, that silent understanding between them, before swapping positions. Cassian positioned himself at my entrance, his thick length pressing against me. "Ready for round two?" I teased, trying to lighten the intense mood, and they both laughed, the sound dark and promising.
He thrust in deep, filling me in one go, and I arched my back, a satisfied moan ripping from my throat. Casper wasted no time, sliding his cock back into my mouth, and I took him eagerly, sucking and swallowing as Cassian pounded into me.
The room filled with our sounds—low grunts, wet slaps, my muffled cries. We were a tangle of limbs and lust, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge.