The Future Is Already Written

The Future Is Already Written
Mara

His hands tighten around my waist, the hardness between his legs suddenly pulsing against my thigh. 

My breath catches, his strength painful against my skin. He seems to catch my expression, releasing me as if I’ve burned him. 

He blinks at me, flexing his hand before gently returning it to my waist. “My apologies.”

My mouth is dry, my nerves haywire. “It’s okay.”

“Did you see him?”

“I—”

“Was it me?” His words come faster now, eager in a way I’ve never heard from him before.

My heart hammers in my chest, heat crawling up to my face. “What?”

“Was it I who held you?”

Hope flashes across his features so openly that it catches me off guard.

“Me that called you mine?”

The look in his eyes is so raw that it tears into me. I’ve never seen him like this, so jarring that it hurts. That desperation and passion behind his words are what I’ve wanted, what I’ve been looking for in my life. 

But as much as it twists my heart to admit it, I don’t want it from him.

I want Kaelith to look at me with this kind of reckless hope.I want him to ask me if it was him.

Slowly, I shake my head.

His expression falters, a frown taking over his bright violet eyes. 

“I couldn’t see his face, but…I didn’t recognize him.”

His jaw tightens.

My eyes search his. “I don’t think it was any of you. It didn’t feel like any of the Vowed.”

Nerion says nothing. He watches me, turning my words over in his mind.

“Is there someone I haven’t met yet?” I hesitate, feeling almost foolish for asking. 

His frown deepens.

“Another one of the Vowed?”

He clenches his jaw, his voice suddenly deep and harsh. “No.”

“Are you sure?” I press, noting the hesitancy.

His eyes sweep over my face, throat moving as he swallows. “Yes. There are only four of us, Mara.”

We let the quiet take over for a second until I feel that now familiar pinch of magic. It starts beneath my ribs, like a single pulse. Then, it doesn’t stop. 

“There is more to you than pleasure.”

My breath comes out sharp. It’s as if fog has filled my mind, Lyssara’s voice clear in my head. 

“The future is already written.”

Nerion watches me, trailing his hand up my neck and gripping the back of my neck. I can see his lips moving, I can see the unaltered reverence in his eyes. But I can’t hear him. All I can hear is the voice in my head. 

“The future is inside you.”

Who did I see? I need answers. The man looked nothing like Kaelith, his voice was nothing like Kaelith. That was the scariest part. Not that he wasn’t any of the Vowed, but that it wasn’t Kaelith. 

“The magic. You must develop the magic.”

How?

The magic doesn’t respond with words. No, it moves. A slow pulse unfurls beneath my ribs, spreading through my chest. Every nerve in my body sharpens, suddenly aware of the man settled between my legs.

I stare at Nerion, my pulse stumbling.

His expression changes almost instantly. The thoughtful frown disappearing, replaced by a quiet stillness. His violet eyes search mine, widening ever so slightly before his gaze softens.

“We must continue, if you want to sharpen your visions,” he murmurs

I swallow, pulsing between my legs. I’m flooding, practically gushing with need. Every breath I take hurts, every movement sends sparks of friction rolling up my body. 

Without much preamble or thought, I reach for him, holding onto his shoulders until my nails bite into his skin. “Nerion, I need you.”

His nostrils flare, taking in the scent of oranges. He’s beyond hard, the head of his cock brushing the edges of my thighs. 

“Not as much as I need you, my light,” he whispers, running his tongue up the side of my neck. 

The moan that leaves my lips would be embarrassing if it wasn’t for the desperation of my empty pussy. I clench around nothing, needing to feel the fulness of him. 

He grips my knee with one of his hands, lifting my leg and opening me wide for his hips. My fingers brush down his sides until I’m holding onto his waist. 

A trembling sigh is all I can give. He sinks into me in a slow, measured thrust. It’s like every inch of him steals yet another breath from my lungs. 

“Oh my god.”

Nerion hums, running his lips across my jaw until he takes my mouth. His tongue explores me, running across mine, tasting every part of me. 

He pulls away, moving his hips back before slowly entering again. It feels as if it punches the air out of me, the movement so precise and so perfect. I close my eyes, arching my back. 

I just want to feel this, feel him. 

“Look at me, my light.”

I gasp for breath, succomng to his orders. I find his eyes dark, his pupils so dialated that I cannot find much of the violet. 

His hips falter, jerking slightly. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

He trails his hand up the back of my leg, cupping one of my ass cheeks. I can feel the tips of his fingers brushing into my crack. 

I still. “Nerion.”

He tilts his head, studying my face, and still thrusting into me in that deliciously slow pace. It’s torture. “You’ve never been touched here?”

My breath is uneven, hands pressed to his chest. “N-no. Well, apart from Kaelith’s tongue, but—”

My words stop, catching in my throat when he slides a finger closer, pressing it to my asshole. I clench, my entire body tightening. My nipples harden into tight peaks, my skin breaking out into goosebumps. 

Nerion smiles, crooked and absolutely breathtaking. “It won’t remain untouched for long, you know?”

I’m hot. I know my face is as red as a tomato. I’ve never wanted to do that, never really thought about it. 

He presses his finger inside me. I cry out, feeling myself stretch to accommodate only the tip of his finger. Oh, my god. It feels so dirty. Wrong, and yet, it has my pussy clenching around his cock. 

Nerion’s hips thrust faster, the need that has been building inside us already reaching its boiling point. “We’ll take you, all four of us at the same time.”

Oh, no. I’m going to come. From his words, from the image of all four of them inside me, on top of me, beside me. I’ve found two to be a lot, two to be so pleasurable. All four of them?

I feel the beginning of my orgasm, that slow pull of my muscles. That aching buildup in the pit of my stomach. 

“We’ll need every hole, my light.”

His teeth are gritted as he speaks, clearly about to fall over the edge. 

“Fuck.”

His hips are frantic now, his hand holding me up, tilting my hip with his finger settling deep into my asshole. 

I’m right there with him, my orgasm cresting, my insides pulsing around him. We come together, a hoarse cry leaving my lips as he drops his body over mine. He draws me in close, arms around my waist as he fills me.