by Vi Voxley
Her little speech had shut them up for a moment, at least. While they stared at each other, a wordless battle of wills going on that Chloe couldn't even pretend to understand, she enjoyed their nearness. Up so close, they were even bigger than she'd thought before.
The weirdest, most intimate urges overwhelmed her, making Chloe long for things she couldn't have imagined wanting before.
She wanted to try and see if she could fit her hands around their wide chests, or her fingers around their bulging biceps. She ached to run her hands over their naked flesh, feel the muscles play under the skin and watch those amazing golden eyes flare and burn for her.
She needed to kiss them again as if the first time had only gotten her hooked like a drug that she was now addicted to.
"What you're asking is hard to imagine," Vanor admitted finally. "Our houses have been at war for centuries, ages."
A thought occurred to Chloe, a pretty brilliant one if she was saying it herself. If she was treating the two weeks as a game, trying out things she could never really commit to, why couldn't the warlords do the same?
Her heart beat furiously in her chest as she went for it, completely unaware of where she might end up if she opened that door.
"Pretend, then," she said, touching her hands against theirs, feeling both men grow tense with barely restrained lust. "I want to know, so do it for me. If you two weren't who you are, what would be different now? Would we still be sitting here?"
The look Elias and Vanor exchanged then was different from all the rest. For the first time since she arrived on Corolon, there was uncertainty in their eyes. She waited, barely daring to breathe as the two men settled something between themselves.
Then the warlords turned their attention back to her and the wild, naked lust she saw in the two pairs of golden eyes was enough to knock the air out of her lungs.
What did I just get myself into?
"Very well," Elias said, his deep voice sensual and filled with passion. "Let us show you."
He turned to the other warlord: "Vanor, I have an idea. She seems to like the water so much."
Chloe's head snapped to Vanor, who wasn't bothering to hide the feral grin on his face, looking like he was ready to tear her clothes off her with his teeth.
She didn't mind the idea.
Vanor nodded to Elias and for a moment, Chloe felt like she'd missed some major exchange and the events were now spiraling out of her control. The warlords stood up, her hands still in their palms as they gently helped her stand as well and then led her around the corner of the balcony, which apparently surrounded a large hall.
Chloe's mouth dropped open. There was a pool on the balcony. A tiny one, not big enough to swim in, but definitely nice to dive into on a hot day such as the one they were experiencing.
When she turned around, Elias and Vanor were wearing twin grins on their faces, telling her in no uncertain terms that she had no idea what she'd just unleashed.
A thousand ideas sped through her mind, but none were compelling enough to stop her. When no protest came over her lips, the warlords slowly began to remove their armor and every piece they removed was like a wall coming down inside Chloe.
Before, she'd felt bad for them because of how deeply they seemed to have fallen for her in the very moment they saw her. Now, as Chloe felt her entire body shake in anticipation, she was beginning to wonder if perhaps she was the one who was lost to the bond between them.
You couldn’t have warned me, Reuben, could you…
11
Chloe
Chloe stood, frozen, unable to take her eyes off the warlords.
The bastards that they were, both Elias and Vanor seemed very aware of that. She was absolutely certain they were putting on a show for her, teasing her on purpose. In that moment, nothing was wrong in the world.
She couldn't even have remembered her own name, standing stunned, looking at the men revealing their sculpted physiques to her. Realizing at the same time that all her wildest fantasies had been only poor imitations of the real thing.
The heavy, bulky armor fell away, but if Chloe had thought the war gear had made them appear larger than they really were, it wasn't so. Elias and Vanor were revealed from under the metal, looking like their bodies themselves were enough to face any enemy.
Ripped muscles covered their smooth, firm chests and pure strength was visible from the way the muscles rolled whenever the warlords turned or bulged them.
Chloe felt her mouth watering, hoping her desire wasn't too obvious but knowing she was probably giving herself away in a million tiny ways. Like, for example, the fact that she hadn't moved in almost a minute and her breathing was more hyperventilation than anything else at this point.
The long swords lay on the ground next to the armor and very soon, Vanor and Elias stood in front of her, dressed only in the sunlight bathing them with an aura as golden as their eyes. Chloe had yet to move an inch or speak a word, but she thought it was understandable.
Forgivable, even.
Elias looked like a painting, there was no other comparison for him. The blond strands of his hair made Chloe think of ancient gods, too beautiful for mortal women to handle. He certainly looked and fit the part, his seductiveness so smooth and unforced that Chloe couldn't resist it.
The way he smiled at her made her think of all the things he obviously wanted to do to her, the way those long fingers would slide into her... She gulped, shivering a little under his hot gaze.
Elias' skin was tanned and almost seemed golden too in its healthy hue. Lastly, when her eyes dropped to his huge cock, Chloe could no longer stifle the moan that had wanted to be heard ever since she understood there was no backing away for her. It was long and hard, thicker than any Chloe had ever seen.
She wanted to lick it, to see if he tasted as good as he looked. As she stared at him unabashedly, Elias' tongue darted out from between his full lips, wetting them, and Chloe wondered if he was thinking something along similar lines about her.
To say she was staring at Elias was a lie, though. Her gaze flickered between him and Vanor, the dark opposite of his rival. Where Elias was tan, Vanor was paler, but only in comparison to the other. He stood on guard even without his armor and the look of his golden eyes was so intense it made Chloe shiver and ache in need.
There were scars on his skin, the testament of the time spent in wars. Chloe hadn't assumed she had a thing for that, but somehow they made the commander even sexier to her. They spoke of his accomplishments and his strength.
Vanor carried himself with absolute, unshakeable dignity and it was working for her. When Elias reminded her of a young, hotheaded lion, Vanor was more like the alpha of the pack, strong and proud. He carried the scars like badges of honor.
They couldn't have looked more different, but together they painted a marvelous picture. Elias with his smooth, golden skin and Vanor with thick, hard muscle bulging under his impressive frame. The commander looked like perfection achieved, not an ounce of fat on him, every weakness removed.
Her panties were moist just from looking at both of them, admiring the perfection of their bodies without shame.
Vanor was the one to move first, coming at her with confident, measured steps. Her eyes fell to his cock, matching Elias' in girth and width. Chloe felt her pussy throb, trying to imagine taking both of them at the same time, needing for them to stretch her to fit them both. She moaned, gasping at the idea of being fucked by those two, feeling their seed run down her thighs as they made her cum, screaming.
"This is what we would do," Vanor said, kissing her.
Chloe moaned, her hands immediately tracing the dips and curves of the warlord's back, loving the way her fingers ran over hard muscle, moving under her touch. She felt Vanor's tongue slip into her mouth, demanding and hot, claiming her lips as if she was the air he needed to live.
She almost jumped when Elias came up behind her, groping her through the dress and running his hands over her body. His lips k
issed her neck, his teeth biting at the delicate skin gently as Chloe writhed against both of them in need. The world was washing away from her, leaving only the three of them and nothing else.
Perhaps that was what they'd meant.
Oh my god…
She did cry out when in unison, the warlords pulled her into the tiny pool. Chloe went down, but two pairs of strong arms lifted her to the surface at once. The temperature was perfect, but they'd still ruined her only clothes.
They didn’t seem the least bit ashamed of that.
Spitting out the water, Chloe glared at them, seeing the way the two accepted that with matching grins, their teeth bared like predators seeing prey. She was the prey, of course, but despite being pissed off, she had no intention of running anywhere.
"You could have just waited for me to get undressed," she chided them, knowing her argument was futile.
"We did," Vanor said, pulling her into his arms and pressing her against the wall of the pool. "You didn't. We figured this is what you wanted."
"To ruin my dress?" Chloe asked, trying and failing to keep glaring. "Of course not."
"No," Elias said, slipping two fingers underneath the strap of her dress. "For us to do this."
Chloe could only let out a small scream before Elias ripped the strap in two, but then it turned into a low, long moan. The water was nice and warm, nothing like the heat that was building inside her. It was cooling her down, which was good because she feared the fires of their passion would consume her.
Both men groped her, kissing every inch of her skin they could reach. In flawless unity, like they were synchronized, the men tore the dress off her and it was the hottest thing Chloe had ever experienced.
Vanor kissed her deeply, drinking in her moans as her back was to Elias, who ripped the dress in half down to her ass. They switched, turning her so smoothly Chloe barely noticed when Elias' lips were on hers instead of Vanor's and the commander was kissing her now-naked back. The water helped them to lift her in any way they wanted, making her practically weightless.
Elias slipped a hand beneath her legs, teasing her pussy through her panties, but it was only a distraction before the warlord ripped the dress down the middle, baring her breasts to him.
Elias kissed them, submerging when the waves they were making washed over his head, pulling her bra down to her belly and sucking her nipples into his mouth one by one. Now it was Vanor's hand between her legs, slipping under the cloth to tease her clit. Chloe moaned so loudly she was sure half the planet heard her, but she had never in her life cared so little about propriety.
Both men had yet to take their lips or hands off her, storming her like she was a castle they needed to conquer.
My defenses aren't that strong, Chloe thought, but there was nothing she was willing to do about it.
She had never felt anything like that, and it was only about to get better. Vanor's hands were around her and the warlord lifted her up easily, his hands slipping under her legs to hold them open for Elias, lifting her hips out of the water.
Chloe rested her head on his shoulder, but another scream echoed over the empty palace when Elias tore off her panties, bending forward to bury his face between her legs in the next second.
"Fuck," Chloe moaned, "oh yes!"
She was quickly losing track of what was happening, drifting out of her own body like she was having some sort of spiritual experience. Vanor was kissing her neck, the tickling sensation of his lips on her skin sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.
It was in contrast with the powerful, mind-blowing pleasure of Elias' mouth on her pussy, licking her with strong, deep motions. His fingers were teasing her clit, driving her insane with need. Chloe didn't think she'd ever come that close to the edge of cumming so fast.
The water was a bit too high for Elias to be able to go down on her for too long so he pulled away after what seemed like an eternity of pleasure.
She whined in loss when Vanor gently lowered her to her own feet, shaking and barely taking her weight, but they weren't done with her yet. Taking her between them, the two men lifted her up again, this time one hand each holding her legs open.
Chloe put her hands around their thick necks to hold herself in place, moaning when they leaned in to kiss her neck, switching between claiming her lips.
Two fingers entered into her pussy and Chloe's eyes snapped wide open. As they pushed deeper, rubbing against the spot within her, it sent her to a whole new level of ecstasy. It was bright daylight out, but she could have sworn she saw stars when they worked her open, stretching her pussy wider to take more fingers.
The water no longer did the trick of cooling her down, but she didn't want it anymore either. She wanted the ecstasy to burn right through her.
When they both added a second digit, Chloe screamed in pleasure, her pussy clamping down on their fingers. Her orgasm was so close she could taste it.
"Please," she moaned, "I need to cum, don't stop–it feels so good when you do that..."
“That’s it,” Elias purred in her ear. “Asking nicely will get you whatever you want.”
Neither Elias nor Vanor had any intention of stopping. They worked together to bring her closer and closer and Chloe could only endure, her legs spread apart, taking the delicious torture as she felt like she was about to black out.
"Now imagine if these were our cocks, thrusting into you," Vanor growled quietly into her ear, with Chloe's entire body trembling at hearing those words.
"Filling you to the brink," Elias added, biting her neck and laying a kiss on the injured spot in the next second. "Making you cum screaming our names."
Chloe did scream when she cummed, the orgasm hitting her so hard she shuddered in their arms, but she didn't even have enough air in her lungs to say any names.
She only moaned, waves of absolute pleasure crashing over her, making her tremble from head to toe until she finally went limp. The warlords waited, giving her a moment to come down from the high of her climax before gently putting her down and helping her out of the pool.
Chloe lay down on the warm stone, on what remained of her dress. She looked up at the three suns, panting, feeling completely overwhelmed as Elias and Vanor traced patterns on her skin.
The realization hit like lightning. For good or for bad, she was falling for them. And it wasn’t just because they’d given her the most amazing orgasm of her life.
The game had become a reality and Chloe was playing for her life, and her heart.
12
Elias
Fates must have lost their mind, Elias thought.
It was the only logical conclusion he could come to. In his youth, he'd read a lot. All the stories of the amazing warriors of the ancient days had fascinated him immensely and he'd found every piece of information he could find, to later use under his rule, of course.
He'd read some truly incredible tales of impossible odds and events no one could have predicted.
This, his mind went on. This is far beyond that.
On that morning, Elias had risen from his bed with absolute certainty and now his world was crumbling apart. Finding Chloe had been like seeing light for the first time. Elias had felt like he'd stumbled around in darkness his whole life, searching for answers without ever having the chance to see them.
Now that he'd found his fated, the universe itself started to swim into focus and he began to make sense of it.
All of it, except Vanor and everything that had anything to do with the fated triad, their threesome.
There he was, lying on his back, naked, looking at Chloe's beautiful body next to his. Her breasts rose and fell in tune with her breathing, her eyes closed as if she was contemplating the world much like he was. Elias didn't want to distract her, especially if he didn't know if he had the answers she was searching.
It was a beautiful moment. Holding his fated in his arms, feeling her gorgeous body tremble and shiver under his touch, it was everything Elias had ever wanted
.
It was not a moment he'd ever imagined sharing with Vanor. So how had it happened?
Elias knew it hadn't just been Chloe's request. He could not blame anyone but the fates for it happening. They hadn't joined, there was no union between them yet. She had only asked them to show her how it could potentially have been if she had been paired with someone else. Men who could actually stand one another.
There was also the matter that the day had been longer than the hours that fit into it, it seemed. At first, when he'd seen Vanor look at their fated, Elias had hated it deeply. He'd hated Vanor, fate, the messengers and everyone else but Chloe who had put him in that situation.
To pair him with the heir of House Merive, was there a crueler fate?
Possibly there was, because Elias was feeling himself slipping down the path he'd always condemned and he knew Vanor was thinking the same. They had both agreed to bring Chloe to the pool, to show her how easy and good everything could be.
The thing was, with every second that passed, Elias was beginning to feel more and more that there were worse fates than the one that had been offered to him. The three-way union was the core principle upon which their society had been built on for ages now, wasn't it?
Therefore was it not fair to ask himself if perhaps the fates knew what they were doing?
As much as it pained him to admit it, Vanor wouldn't have been the worst partner warrior for him, and not a bad mate for Chloe. He was fierce, an undisputed champion of their people, despite the fact Elias still thought he was wrong about almost everything.
Back in the gardens, the commander had defended Chloe against his own men, fighting alongside him. While the words beat at his teeth, wanting to be thrown at Vanor's face, Elias remained silent.
On any other day, he would have called the commander weak for not being able to control his men, but in his heart Elias knew that Haverins made up their own minds. The fact that Vanor had chosen Chloe over them and let himself be seen fighting back-to-back with Elias showed he had backbone.