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He hummed in agreement, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Yes, like if you don’t acknowledge it, maybe you’ll wake up to find that it never happened.”
Like his mother dying...
Fully understanding how it felt to carry such staggering pain, I lightly brushed my fingertips down his arm, wishing I knew how to return the comfort he so effortlessly gave to me. Having been happily isolated from humans for centuries, I marveled at how I’d genuinely connected with Asa and Tan in such a short amount of time. They both soothed something in me that had felt open and raw for so long—a part of me I thought would never heal.
Even Nox felt like a missing piece of the puzzle...albeit a rough, jagged piece I had yet to figure out how to make fit anywhere. At this point, I couldn’t imagine being without any of them, which made me feel vulnerable in a way I wasn’t entirely comfortable with yet.
“Tell me what you need right now,” Asa’s voice was thick with desire and what oddly felt like sorrow as he began to lazily kiss the back of my neck. “Should I distract you from everything we want to forget?”
Asa was like a drug. His hypnotizing voice, that dark and sweet scent of his, the absolute physical perfection of him, but mainly the deep well of pain that lived in his soul. I wanted to draw his anguish out of him and feast on it; remove it entirely to rearrange and give back to him in a form that brought him nothing but pleasure.
Wait...did he say everything “we” want to forget?
Before I could contemplate this odd phrasing, Asa’s hand slipped beneath the blankets and lifted my chemise to my waist. His hardness pressed against my ass, his skin on mine causing that invisible tether to crackle with energy. With a featherlight touch, his fingers languidly drifted around my hip and down my stomach before traveling lower, torturously slow.
Sighing, I released any lingering tension I’d been holding, resting my head back against his shoulder as he nipped my earlobe. “I simply can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, fingers burrowing into my hair to find my clit before he stilled. “Will you please show me what you like, sweetness? Show me how you pleasure yourself when no one’s around?”
Oh, who could say no to such an eager student?
For some reason, this vulnerability was easier to summon than the emotional sort, not least of all because of how deliciously desperate he sounded for guidance. Covering his much larger hand with my own, I helped him gather some of my wetness before guiding the rough pads of his fingers in slow, gentle circles over my clit.
Asa groaned as the first wave of pleasure hit me. “Oh, fuck, Vasi, I canfeelhow this feels for you.Jesus...” He rubbed his cock along the cleft of my ass, clearly seeking relief but not outright asking for anything despite the fact I could sensehisaching need in return.
“Will you fuck me, please,” I sweetly asked, lifting my hand from his to reach back and thread my fingers through his curls again.
He groaned but didn’t comply. “I want this to be about you…”
Tightening my grip on his hair, my claws lengthened as I yanked his face closer to mine. “You said to show you what I like,” I hissed, no longer sweet. “I want you to fill me up, and when I ask you to do something, I expect to be obeyed.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Asa purred, the smile apparent in his tone as he quickly removed his hand from my clit to guide himself into my dripping center. The moment he entered me, a jolt of satisfaction rippled down my spine as if I were experiencing the sensations from both of us. “You’re always so fucking wet,” he gasped. “So ready for us…”
We both sighed as he bottomed out, stilling momentarily to allow me to adjust. Yes, I was always ready because they fit me so perfectly. Because I was made for them, as they were made for me—for this. Asa returned his hand to my clit while he pumped into me, slow and deep, in perfect tandem with his circling fingers, like the good little student he was. I moaned loudly as my orgasm began to build, smirking at the annoyed cough that floated up from the level below.
If anyone feels left out, they are more than welcome to join us.
The truth was, I did wish Tan was with us, his skillful hands covering every inch of me his wicked tongue couldn’t reach. I wanted to watch him fucking Asa—wanted to torture our perfect plaything together. And then I thought of Nox joining in, that “monster” cock of his stretching me to my limit while the other men filled and fulfilled every available inch of me.
I want all of them because they belong to me.
This thought sent me tumbling over the edge, crying out while Asa swore against my neck, thrusts growing more uneven until he grunted in release, his fingers still firmly pressed against my pulsing clit. Muttered expletives and a gruff reply sounded from beyond my privacy curtain, but I ignored the other men. Not wanting to lose the feeling of intimacy I had with Asa, I fell asleep with him still inside me, wrapped around each other like one inseparable being.
Chapter 38
Vasilisa
Ifound a somber scene awaiting me when I climbed down from my sleeping area the next morning. All three men were seated at the table, spread as far apart from each other as possible; their tension a physical presence in the cabin’s small space. Asa watched Tan with an expression of acute distress on his face while Tan noticeably ignored him in return. Nox’s suspicious gaze ceased shifting between the two men long enough to land on me with the full, vitriol-filled force of his glare.
Perhaps I should have stayed in bed…
Luckily, Anthia chose that moment to knock on my window, laden with packages bearing a distinct swoosh design. Breezing past the men—who were all too busy sulking to get up, apparently—I let her in and unbuckled the custom basket from her body so she could shift into her human form.
“Ooh, Vasi, I come bearing gooooodies!” she sang, seemingly oblivious to the dark mood suffocating the room. Haphazardly dumping half-opened packages on the table, she began rummaging through the pile. “Let’s see, we have coffee, spices, snacks, yoga pants...oh, and here’s a military-grade satellite phone that seemed to get good reviews,” she shrugged and tossed the package in Nox’s direction. He deftly caught it with one enormous hand before tearing his judgmental gaze away from me to examine it.
“Did you buy clothes for the others?” I murmured, frowning as I picked at the oddly scrunched texture of the so-called “butt lift leggings” with an appraising claw.
“Of course!” she chirped. “Underwear, socks, and a bunch of those moisture-wicking layers sweaty humans seem to need.And…”She lowered her voice to a stage whisper, waggling her eyebrows suggestively before continuing, “Gray. Sweatpants.”
Tan huffed a laugh, miraculously cracking a smile as he rose and joined me to peer over my shoulder at the yoga pants. “Mmm, I think we need to see you in these, stat,” he whispered, discreetly running a hand over my ass while nuzzling the back of my neck for a not-so-discreet inhale of whatever leftover sex-scent still lingered on my skin. Raising my gaze, I found Asa watching us with a pained expression just as a wave of heartache frombothmen washed over me. With a start, I realized the sorrow I felt coming from Asa last night was from a wound far fresher than the death of his mother.
