Chapter 66 🔞🔞Chapter 66🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Adrianna ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The club's bass thumped through my veins like a second heartbeat, strobe lights slicing the dim haze as I leaned into the booth, my curvy hips swaying against the sticky vinyl. Elena's slim body pressed close, her dark hair tickling my neck, our lips brushing in a heated kiss that had the patrons around us shoving bills into our hands. Fuck, this shift was gold—ever since we had started sleeping together for real, we had turned it into our edge. Men loved the show, two hot bitches like us locking mouths, tongues tangling sloppy and wet, tits heaving under tight tops. Tips poured in thicker than the cheap beer, and I reveled in it, my hand sliding up Elena's thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her shorts, making her gasp into my mouth.
She tasted like cherry gloss and salt from the sweat beading on her skin, her playful moan vibrating against my lips as I deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue hard, owning her right there in the open. The crowd hooted, eyes glued to us, cocks probably straining in their jeans, but I did not give a shit about them. This was for the cash, yeah, but also for the rush—the public dominance, flaunting our bodies, teasing Elena until she squirmed, her pussy likely soaking through her thong from my touch.
“God, Adrianna,” she whispered when we broke apart, breath ragged, cheeks flushed. “You are gonna make me cum right here if you keep that up.”
I smirked, nipping her earlobe, my voice low and cunning.
“That is the point, slut. Let 'em watch you beg.”
A burly guy at the table leaned in, his beer breath hot, eyes darting between us.
“Does your boyfriend know you kiss other girls like that?” he slurred at Elena, hand twitching like he wanted to grab her.
I laughed, bold as fuck, sliding my arm around Elena's waist, pulling her tighter against me so our tits mashed, nipples hard peaks rubbing through fabric.
“Of course our boyfriends know we kiss,” I shot back, voice dripping seduction. “They love to watch too. Hell, they could even join us, and occasionally do if the need arises—pound our holes while you tip extra.”
The words hung heavy, the air thickening with lust, the guy's face lighting up as he tossed more cash our way, imagining Apollo and Levi railing us raw in front of everyone. Elena giggled, her hand slipping under my skirt to squeeze my ass, fingers digging in possessively, but then it hit me—a sharp pull on the bond with Apollo, like a hook yanking my soul.
My body tensed, pussy clenching instinctively, a flush of heat spreading from my core. I had learned this trick after the Paul shitshow, focusing hard to tap into him, feel his sensations, even see through his intense eyes.
“Be right back,” I murmured to Elena, pecking her lips quickly before slipping away, hips rolling as I weaved through the grinding bodies toward the bathroom. The door banged shut behind me, the fluorescent buzz harsh against the club's pulse, and I locked myself in a stall, leaning against the cool tile, closing my eyes to zero in on that eternal tie.
It flooded me instantly—Apollo's body pinned against a rough wall, wings crushed, feathers scraping, his muscular frame slick with sweat. Levi's cock slammed deep into his ass, no mercy, the burn raw and stretching, pain twisting into that filthy pleasure they craved. I gasped, my own hole twitching in sympathy, nipples peaking hard as I felt every brutal thrust, Levi's fist jerking Apollo's thick dick, pre-cum slicking his knuckles.
“Let me tell you a secret,” Levi growled through the bond, voice ragged with jealousy, pounding harder, balls slapping wet against Apollo's skin. “I sort of hate both of our new girlfriends.”
My breath hitched, fingers gripping the stall wall, but I pushed deeper, vision sharpening through Apollo's eyes—Levi's dark gaze burning, his swollen ass flexing from earlier punishment, cock reaming Apollo's tight hole without lube, just spit and fury.
“It is my fault our souls are attached to them until they die,” Levi snarled, twisting Apollo's arm, yanking his hair until tears pricked. “But I would rather not have to share you with anyone. Even if it is for a short period of our very long lives. Tell me, Apollo—who do you love more? Me or Adrianna? Can she own and fuck your ass like I can?”
Apollo's grunt echoed in my head, his body bucking back, hole clenching greedily around Levi's girth, the dominance flipping like a switch. Pain shot through the bond—arm twisted, prostate battered—but so did the ecstasy, his cock leaking ropes of pre-cum.
“It is you, Levi—always you,” he confessed, voice breaking on a moan, the words slicing clean but not drawing blood in me.
I waited, breath shallow, my skirt hiked up now, fingers circling my clit through damp panties, the club's muffled thumps syncing with their rhythm.
Surprise washed over me, cool and calm—no rage, no heartbreak twisting my gut. Did I love Apollo? Fuck yes, that dominant alpha with his intense eyes and oath-bound loyalty, the way he had stripped and dominated Levi days ago, all for me. But even as a kid, I had known our shit was not normal—soulmates tangled in promises, rough play, public fucks that blurred lines. Levi owned his ass deeper than I ever could, that eternal soul bond blessed by the gods pulsing raw between them, jealousy fueling thrusts that made Apollo beg like a whore. And me? I accepted it, smirking at the complication, my cunning mind weaving it into our web. Nontraditional as hell, but it worked—oaths released, dominance shared, bodies colliding in eternal filth.
I moaned softly, fingers plunging into my pussy, matching Levi's pace through the bond, the wet squelch echoing in the stall. Apollo's pleasure built, hole fluttering, ready to flood with Levi's cum, marking him inside out. No pain for me, just a twisted acceptance, my bond with Elena tugging faint now, her flirty energy buzzing from the booth. We would get the guys to teleport us home soon, dive back into the mansion's dungeon, but for now, I rode this voyeur high, clit throbbing under my touch, the pull fading as their grunts peaked. Fuck, our love was a mess of souls and cocks, but it bound us tighter than any promise, ready for more rough, urgent play.