Chapter 270 Stress Relief
Chapter 270 Stress Relief
Elara’s pov.
Me, Cass, and Atlas went back to our room after we all finished our discussions. A lot of stuff was on our mind. We clearly needed to relax a bit.
The weight of the enemies at our borders hung heavy in the air. The lingering stress of the tournaments and everything that was going on.
I walked into the bathroom as soon as we entered our room. I needed a moment to myself to shake off the fatigue. I had an idea to ease our tension and the stress of the day. I showered quickly, letting the hot water wash away the grime and worry. I dried off with a towel, leaving my skin flushed and warm.
I stepped into the room where Atlas and Cassian were sitting and talking. The soft glow of the bedside lamps cast shadows across their faces as they sat on the edge of the bed.
I cleared my throat, and there heads snapped to me. I smiled, feeling a sudden burst of courage. “Hey boys.” I said sweetly as I stood there completely bare.
Their eyes stayed on me, scanning every inch of my skin, taking in the water droplets beading on my shoulders and the rise and fall of my chest.
I felt exposed, but in the best way possible. I slowly walked to the bed and stepped right up to them, my heart pounding in my throat.
Atlas was the first to break the gaze. He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing against my lips. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a slow, deep kiss. It wasn't the desperate, hungry kiss we’d had before. Not at all. It was softer, more exploratory, and filled with so much love.
I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him back just as deeply.
I felt the tension in his shoulders drop as he pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me, holding me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
Cassian watched us for a moment, his eyes dark, before he reached out and placed a hand on my hip, his fingers digging in slightly.
“You go first brother," he murmured, a possessive glint in his eyes. “I’ll watch as our girl falls apart.” He whispered as he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
Atlas moved a little as he let me slide off his lap and onto the bed. He pulled me down with him so I was lying beneath him.
He looked down at me, his expression soft and filled with love. “I love you, Elara," he said softly, his voice trembling slightly.
He kissed me again, his lips moving from my mouth to my neck, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin there. He trailed kisses down my collarbone, his hands roaming over my body, caressing my waist, my thighs, making me shiver with pleasure. He moved between my legs, spreading them wide, and I gasped as he lowered his head. His tongue met my center.
He worked me slowly, his tongue licking and sucking, driving me wild with pleasure.
I arched my back, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. I felt the pressure building, the familiar feeling of pleasure tightening in my belly.
“Atlas," I breathed, my voice husky. "I want you."
He didn't need to be told twice. He moved up, positioning himself at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. He slid into me slowly, filling me completely.
I cried out, my body arching off the bed. He held himself there for a moment, letting me adjust to the fullness, before he began to move.
His rhythm was slow and filled with love and tenderness. I moved with him, matching his pace, my hips rising and falling to meet his thrusts. The connection between us was intense, a feeling of nothing but love.
I felt the pressure build, a knot of pure pleasure tightening in my belly.
I cried out, "Atlas!" as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I felt him fill me, his hot seed shooting deep inside me, marking me as his. I collapsed back onto the bed, my body spent, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Atlas rolled to the side, pulling me into his arms, holding me close. "You're mine," he whispered against my my neck, his voice thick with emotion. "And I love you so much."
Cassian moved in then, climbing onto the bed behind me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back against his chest.
“My turn," he whispered in my ear. He then gently laid me flat on the bed and climbed on top of me. He guided his cock to my entrance and slowly pushed inside.
I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate him. He held himself still for a moment, letting me adjust to the fullness, before he began to move.
His rhythm was slower than Atlas's, but no less intense. He buried his face in my neck, kissing me there, whispering how much he loved me, how beautiful I was.
I felt the pressure build again, a second wave of pleasure crashing over me, more intense than the first.
I cried out, "Cassian!" as he filled me completely, his hot seed shooting deep inside me. He held me tightly, his arms wrapping around me, his chest pressed against my back.
We lay there, the three of us a tangle of limbs, our breathing ragged and heavy. Atlas held my left side, Cassian held my right. The stress of the day was gone, replaced by the overwhelming love and peace I felt from my mates. I closed my eyes, letting the afterglow wash over me, feeling completely safe and loved.