Page 61 of Dominion

Only fucking mine.

“Take off your pants, Moonshine,” I instructed Skylar, watching with rapt fascination as Dylan quickly moved away from her, and she started unbuttoning her pants and kicking off her shoes at the same time. “That’s my good girl.”

Her moan was music to my ears. As the fabric of her pants slid down her legs, leaving behind creamy skin, my eyes feasted on the core of her body, where her thighs tightened of their own volition. I could bet that she needed something—someone—right there.

Dylan sat on his knees, anticipation evident on his face. “And your underwear, baby girl.”

“Fuck,” Dylan cursed softly, making me look up at him.

“Do you want her?” I asked, as if that wasn’t already obvious. “Do you want to make her feel good?” Skylar writhed on the bed, removing her panties fast. “Your sweater as well,” I said while looking at Dylan. My eyes flicked back at her, following the hurried way she tried taking it off. “Slowly, baby,” I murmured, pressing my hand above her knee, while rubbing my thumb in small circles on her skin.

“Jesus, Ash,” she mumbled, slowing her movements, letting the fabric pull over her stomach, then over her bare chest, and right over her head.

She looked like a goddess, spread out in between us, waiting for the next step. I had never felt more powerful than in this moment and more loved, because I had something that not many people did. I had their trust and that counted more than anything else in this life.

My hands itched to do more, to touch her between her legs, to show her who she belonged to. I spread my fingers on the milky skin of her thigh, going higher and higher, until they reached the apex of her thigh. She spread her legs, showing me her glistening cunt. Her juices coated the inside of her legs, and like a man starved, I dove, running my tongue from her clit all the way to her opening, while her soft scream slid inside my mind, making a home there.

My cock wept in my pants, ready to play, to be released, to be wrapped in her tight heat, but I had other plans for all of us, and they involved all three players.

She tasted like the sweetest sin and the greatest virtue, spinning my mind until she was all I could feel. I sensed Dylan opposite me, and as I lifted my head, I watched him rub a hand over her stomach while his other one pressed against the hard length in his pants, seeking relief of his own.

My fingers dug into Skylar’s soft flesh, right at her hip, and my other hand snuck between her folds, joining my tongue and without a warning, pushing right in.

“Oh. My. God!” she screamed, her back arching off of the bed.

“Not God, Moonshine. Me. Just me,” I murmured, lapping at her clit as soon as those words tumbled over my lips.

Dylan started unbuttoning his pants. As if his dick was just waiting for this moment, his hard length popped out. My head lifted and I left my finger inside. As if he knew what I wanted, he scooted closer, letting me taste him.

His smooth length bobbed in front of me, and because nothing would ever be enough when it came to them, I wrapped my lips around the bulbous head, hollowing out my cheeks.

“Holy shit!” Dylan bellowed, his entire body shaking as he slowly fucked my mouth. “Oh God… Ash… That’s too much… That’s?—”

“I’m just getting started,” I said as I pulled back, keeping my hand wrapped around his cock.

If you had asked me years ago where I would be at this very moment, I never would’ve thought it would be with these two. My heart was full of love for the two people I never should’ve fallen for, but I had. But I wouldn’t change it for anything else in this world.

The way Dylan couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and the glances he kept throwing at Skylar, their flushed cheeks, the air filled with the sounds of our quickened breathing, it all spurred me on to do more, to be more, to show them how much I cared about them. I didn’t give a fuck about the past anymore.

I didn’t care about the things any of us had done once upon a time.

I cared about this, now… I cared about the girl with the stars in her eyes and the man who wore his heart on his sleeve only with us. I cared about the way my heart trembled every time Ilooked at them. Every single time, I asked myself—how the fuck did I get to be so lucky?

In a world filled with terrors, monsters and uncertainty, I managed to find the two people who loved me for who I was. I believed Skylar when she said that she wanted me as I was and not as I pretended to be. I believed her love, I trusted her—trusted them. For the first time in my life, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and the possibilities of our lives in the future. I could see us growing old together, holding each other with each sunrise and sunset, sitting on the porch of a little house, sipping our teas and coffees, and talking about all the fond memories without all this heartache inside our bodies.

As my lips pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Dylan’s cock, hearing the hitch in his breathing, I promised I would do everything I could to remove the darkness from our lives. And I would do it with them by my side.

My lips spread open, taking him in. I was drunk on his musky scent, on Skylar’s moans while she watched us. As I pulled back and looked down at her, I saw her dainty fingers flicking over her clit, pleasuring herself while she watched us, patiently waiting for her turn. Her blue eyes connected with mine, a thousand pretty promises shining there, telling me everything would be okay.

For the first time ever—I believed her.

I believed everything would be perfect because there was nothing we wouldn’t do for each other.

“Fuuuuck,” Dylan groaned, pumping his hips into my hand, bringing himself closer to the finish line. My cock wept, crying for attention, but I didn’t want to give myself that pleasure yet.

Kneeling in front of Dylan and Skylar, I looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. “Come here,” I commanded, satisfaction coursing through my veins when he moved almost instantly, positioning himself between Skylar’s legs. Desireflooded his eyes, the need evident as he waited for my next command. I was drunk on power, love, need, the promises of forever. I was drunk on them and I never wanted to be sober again.

“Look at her, Dylan,” I rasped. “Look how wet she is for us.” As if on cue, Skylar spread her legs further, showing us her glistening pussy. My mouth watered at the sight, the need to dive right in and feast on her, to show her that she belonged to me as much as I belonged to her. But instead of going down, I dragged my hand over my aching cock, trying to relieve some pressure. Skylar followed my every move while Dylan watched her, transfixed by the scene in front of him.

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