Chapter 219 My men

Chapter 219 My men
Our eyes were locked, our faces barely an inch apart as Finn tugged my robe loose in the warmth of the bedroom.

The men had moved closer in their sleep, and were now curled in each other’s arms.

I stared down at the pink tint spreading on my ivory-toned skin when Finn pushed the robe gently off my shoulders. “I hate seeing you in clothes.” He said in a low voice, shaking his head.

“Why?” I whispered against his face, pushing his shorts down his hips. He kicked his shorts off his feet and tugged me into his arms. “This.”

My breath hitched at the contact of our naked skin, slightly cool from the night air we had been in. “After having to make out in our clothes that night,” he murmured in my ear, mapping a trail kisses up my jawline. “It caused me physical pain to think that I may never find out what your naked skin feels like against mine.”

“Finn,” air rushed through my parted lips as his tongue ran hot against my throat. He guided my back gently to the bed, straddling me. “Do you like it?” I arched, my chest pushing into him as he licked across my collarbone. “Is it as you imagined?”

“Better,” he whispered, and placing his hands on both sides of my body, brushed his skin across the length of me.

Goosebumps bloomed along my arms, and my heart expanded to the point of bursting.

I could not wish for anything more, I may not have checked off all the things on my bucket list, but tonight, this moment was enough.

It was enough to be naked like this with my soul mate, the man who shared even my grave with me. It was enough to do the one thing fate had denied us in every lifetime.

“You’re the softest fucking plushie I’ve had the pleasure of meeting,” he nibbled on the underside of my breast. “So warm.”

I swallowed every moan, shivering under him.

His hand brushed up my thigh, fingers pressing into my skin as they stroked their way up. “Your curves feel as good as they look.” Those long lashes kissed his brow bone when he stared up at me from where his lips pressed against my ribs.

Then he clutched my ass. I gasped and he paused.

Our heads jerked towards the men, but they appeared to still be fast asleep beside us.

Finn squeezed my ass hard, and I slapped my hand over my mouth to stifle my moan. He was pulling me up into him, brushing his stiff cock against my pussy lips in hot, delicious friction.

“I love you,“ his body collapsed on top of mine, aqua-colored eyes burning into mine. I moved my hands and cradled his face on both sides.

“As do I.” I responded in a whisper, my chest rising and falling. “I always loved you, Finn.”

He tensed, and pain turned his eyes to black rocks. Then I saw the tears well up and hang on his lash line.

“Finn,” I gasped. He was pressing into me, his crown breaching my entrance. “Fuck.” My hips jerked upward, my hands firmer against his face.

He cursed then even as his jaw tightened. “You’re so wet. Is it for me?”

“What?” my lips parted, my breathing labored.

“Is it for me, beautiful Lys,” he leaned in and pushed his tongue between my lips.

“Yes,” I gasped, “Yes, it is.”

He moved my hands away from his face, trapped both my wrists in his grip and pinned them above my head. His eyes flashed as the sight of me like this, stretched out and bound as he pushed further into me.

My head tilted, my chin facing the ceiling as I tried to breathe. Because it was an invasion.

It did not matter that I was so wet, my thighs felt damp. That my legs were spread wide under him, or that, between me and Mordaine, we had shoved all sorts of things into my pussy in the past few months. Finn was splitting me in two.

His brows shone with sweat, knotted in concentration. “Gods, you are tight.”

I shook my head at him, sucking wetly on my lips to stiffen my groan. It was him, big, too bloody big.

He thrust all the way home then.

My back left the bed, a sharp cry spilling out of me. He made no attempt to gag me, or stifle his own grunts.

The men stirred awake beside us at last, and Finn's eyes flashed. He liked it. This idea of fucking me where the men could hear, fucking their wife right where they slept.

He stared down at me in concern, breathing a little more heavily. “You’re OK?”

He had still not moved, holding perfectly still as my walls adjusted to his girth.

I inhaled, and opened my mouth to respond when his eyes went round above me.

“What?” I sputtered in panic.

“What did you just do?”

“Reflex is what we call it,” the bass voice answered for me. I paused, and realized this was about the involuntary kegels my pussy did around cocks from our very first sex.

As both men turned to face us. I whimpered. Sweet, sweet torture was back.

Two hands became four, and then six. Hale and Mordaine lay on either side of me, and took turns kissing me. Hale cooed praise in my ear, while Mordaine whispered filth and gave wicked commands.

The whole time, Finn moved between my legs with a zest, like I owed him, and he intended to fuck every last penny out of me.

Mordaine reached under my legs, and slipped a finger in me even as Finn continued to grind down. “Hopefully we have pleased you tonight, Ma Royne.” His deep voice whispered in my ear. “We are truly one now,” he started to counter Finn’s rhythm, thrusting every time Finn withdrew, and withdrawing every time Finn thrust. There was no gap between the penetrations.

“She likes it,” Hale whispered like the devil to my left. “You and I finally get to live our fantasy.” He muttered more quietly so only I could hear.

Then he moved down, and took my clit in his mouth. I came like a shattered water pump, squirting and trembling till I plunged into subspace.



When I next opened my eyes, my head was clear and my legs were strong.

I slipped out of bed without looking back, my fists bunched by my side.

My courage would fail. I would take one look at the men, my men on that bed and would not be able to go ahead with this.

I hurried out of the bedroom barefoot and in just my robe, padded down the stairs and tiptoed into the kitchen pantry.

There, I picked up the backpack I had stashed there for weeks. I opened it, slipped into a pair of shorts and a large hoodie, then I turned for the door.

My heart was racing, pumping blood fast at the stark reality of my approaching fate. I still did not look back.

But as I walked down the steep driveway, I could not resist it anymore. I turned back and stared at the tall building. My home.

This was my last lifetime. But if somehow I came back, how long would it take?

Would I remember this house, and the three men sleeping in there who were my life?

Tears dropped hot and heavy as I faced forward again, and disappeared into the purple light of early dawn.