Chapter 121: Inseparable

Louis

It took all the strength I had to turn away from Daphne and Nash Turner. I couldn’t even find words for what I was feeling, seeing the two of them wrapped up in that kiss. For a man who hadn’t felt anything for fifteen long years, I was now being overwhelmed and bombarded with every emotion in the book.

I didn’t have any idea where I was going, just away from them. Nash needed time and space. Time together with Daphne, and time away from me. He needed to process what was happening between the three of us. Hell we all needed some space to sort this out.

I was also cognizant of the fact that he needed Daphne. He had been away from her for months. He needed her, on a very basic and physiologcal level. I could already see that the separation was wrecking hell on his physical and mental health. When I had clasped his hand, I had felt all of it. The aching, weary emptiness, the uncertainty, the desperation. He needed her, he needed the comfort that she could bring to his ragged soul.

He needed me too, he just didn’t know it yet.

I went to one of the guest lounges and jerked open the liguor cabinet. I wasn’t much of a drinker, rarely touched the stuff aside from the occasional glass of wine, but tonight, I was going to need something much, much stronger. I squatted down to examine the contents. An unopened bottle of Valiant Mountain Blackberry Brandy was front and center. I grabbed the bottle, a glass from the bar, and turned to walk slowly back to my room.

I could already feel it starting, the heat and coil of desire low in my gut, the tightness in my chest. I knew what they were doing. I just wasn’t sure that they knew that I knew.

I went into my chambers and shut the door, leaning my forehead against the carved wood, as sensory confusion threatened to to pull me under. Holy mother moon goddess, we weren’t even marked yet, and already it felt like I was right there in with them. I turned the lock and crossed the room to the bathroom.

It was a grand bathroom, befitting a king, with a massive bathtub suitable for small pool parties. I turned the hot water on full blast from both spigots, and started slowly removing my clothing, watching myself in the mirror as I slowly worked my way down the buttons of my dress shirt.

I’d never given much thought to a same-sex partner. I wasn’t opposed to the idea, it just had never appealed to me, as I was thoroughly attracted to women. Well, one woman, as my first mate, had been my one and only. Until Daphne. I had no reason to look any further, as she satisfied me wholly and completely.

It was a bit strange, to be considering the possibility at this stage in life, but why the hell not? After spending fifteen years in hell, lost in my own head, I felt like I had a new perspective. Man, woman. It wasn’t about sex or gender, it was about love, it was about the soul-connection, it was about creating a perfect union.

I closed my eyes as I slipped the shirt off my shoulders, and saw in my mind’s eye, Daphne, poised much as I was, tipping her head back, straightening her arms, as Nash pushed her blouse down her arms. I mirrored her movements, and felt what she felt, as Nash placed his hands on her shoulders. They were rough, strong, working hands, and the brush of callous against soft, sensitive skin brought a groan to my lips.

With a slight shift of consciousness, I could switch from Daphne to Nash. I could feel the scrape of her fingernails across his chest, the softness of her lips pressing his collar bone. The racing heat of desire was pressing urgently against his jeans.

I reached for my belt, and worked the leather strap out of the buckle, just as Nash reached for the button of his jeans. When he pushed the black fabric down his hips, I did the same, exposing myself in the mirror. I let my hands play over my chest, down my stomach, exactly the way Daphne’s hands were playing over Nash’s smooth, sculpted chest. I could feel her touch, tingling across my pectoral muscles.

I grabbed the bottle and the glass and stepped inside the tub, sinking into the hot water. The moist heat leached the tension out of my muscles, but a new kind of tightness was building in my core.

What had Nash felt when I made love to Daphne? Had he felt us together last night, or did he miss out on the second-hand fun because of his human genetics? What would he think if he knew that right now? I was feeling him through the bond.

What would he think if he knew that every time he touched Daphne, kissed her, stroked her lush breasts, he was also touching me?

I poured a snifter of brandy with a shaking hand. Valiant Mountain was world renowned for its blackberry brandy. It was smooth, fruity, with just a hint of sweetness. I took a second sip and gripped the side of the tub with my other hand.

It was torture, and it was pleasure, it was agony, and it was the sweetest delight. With the liquor still dancing on my tongue, I leaned my head back against the edge of the tub, closed my eyes, and let my imagination take flight.

Only, I didn’t think it was only my imagination, it was more like I was so tuned in to my mates that I was able to see the room through their eyes. I knew it was impossible, but hell, having two second chance mates was just as unbelievable. So when Nash laid Daphne across the bed, I was convinced I was watching through his eyes in real time.

I’d never been much of a voyeur, but this… this was different. I couldn’t have stopped their performance from playing through my mind if I tried. Eyes closed, eyes open, it didn’t matter, I saw their twining bodies on the bed, felt the sweat, heard the moans echoing in my head. I wasn’t just watching, I was experiencing. When Nash caught her nipple in his mouth, I felt the rosy bud in mine, and when his teeth clamped around it, I felt her arch with equal parts pain and pleasure.

Nash was rough, rougher than I had been, but clearly, Daphne was not complaining. Her ringers burrowed through that short hair, pressing his face firmly into her breast while little moans escaped her throat. It was hot, beyond hot, it was explosive. I was surprised the water in the bathtub hadn’t started to boil.

I took another gulp of brandy and let it burn the back of my throat. That’s all I had time for. This wasn’t a slow, sensuous mating, this was a starved, almost frantic, joining of two souls that had been separated for too long. I had only one moment to savor her beauty spread across the silk bedspread before Nash sheathed himself deep in her willing and eager body.

I could feel the lean muscles of his back coiling under her fingertips, as he braced himself on his arms and began to thrust into her. The water in the tub sloshed as my body jerked as though it were me, me taking the pounding. Her fingers bit into his back, scratching for a hold in the midst of her passion.

He didn’t just want to mate with her, he wanted to merge with her. It wasn’t enough to be inside her. Nash lifted on leg, stretched it upward, until it hooked over his shoulder, opening her wider so that when he thrust, he went even deeper.

I cried out, even as Daphne did. She grabbed for the sheets, looking for anything to tether her to the bed, and I grappled with the sides of the tub, knocking the glass of brandy off the rim and sending it shattering to the floor. Nash’s breath was coming in moans as he bucked wildly against her, his sweat-slicked body glowing in the yellow light of the lamps.

When Daphne’s orgasm ripped through her, it was like a trip wire detonating all three of us. Nash roared with primal satisfaction and I cried out, alone in the bathtub, peaking even though I’d never so much as touched myself. Stars played infront of my eyes, brilliant flashes of light, like camera flashes all around me, momentarily blinding me.

I was panting for breath, my muscles trembling as I pulled myself upright, and reached for the drain plug. Even after the last of the water drained away, I stayed there, feeling too weak to climb out of the bath.

If that was what it was like, just being a silent witness to their mating, imagine what it would be like when the three of us were actually together in one room?

I stared up at the ceiling and tried to slow my racing heart. “What are you doing to me?” I spoke to the light fixture. It just happened to be a beautiful hanging sculpture of the moon goddess holding the moon in the form of a light bulb in her arms. She smiled serenely down at me without comment.

How the hell was I supposed to hold my sanity together if it was this intense every time they made love?