Her cheek was warm as she nodded against his chest.
Her hair smelt of purity and life. Her body was like perfection under his palms. With everything around him, all the dangers, all the horrors, he was so grateful for her softness. He wanted to take her body under his, lose himself in her femininity. But his tangled emotions whenever he thought of taking her, to enter her body, fought a wrestling match within him. He didn’t fully understand it. It infuriated him.
All he knew was that his hesitance was something intrinsic, something innate to his soul that he couldn’t extract alone. A festering splinter that had wormed its way under his skin to putrefy his flesh.
His body tensed. It built on the tremor in the mood of the room.
‘Euan?’ she asked tentatively.
His heart thrummed. His palms were clammy. His thoughts warred. But he made the decision that despite everything, everyone, he’d take these few precious moments to appreciate the beauty that rested on him, against him.
His fingers stretched out until they were able to cup one glorious ass cheek in his large palm. He gripped it and turned her wary breath to a heated gasp. Tender brushes invaded. He buried his fingers into the frayed waistband of her panties and began to lazily discover the soft skin underneath. He lifted his palm until only the barest of feathering touches from his fingertips meandered across the toned flesh. When they travelled and dipped down the crease, Euan relished the hitch in her breath that accompanied the incursion.
He tilted his chin so he could murmur in her ear. ‘No sounds, you’re not to wake up our Nick, understand?’
‘Euan …’ was the husky reply.
‘Say it,’ he demanded.
She trembled in his hold. Capitulating to his demands. She savoured his dominant nature and answered it with equal perfect submissive tendencies, even if she didn’t comprehend the perfection of what she offered him. ‘I understand.’
He traced his fingers until they dipped low into the crease between the lush cheeks, until he found the tight little centre of hidden nerves in the darkened depths. She inhaled, and he used his other hand to squeeze her hip to communicate his enjoyment.
‘One day I’m going to take you here, pretty girl,’ he promised on a murmur as he teased the intended destination. ‘I’m going to eat your pussy until you’re on the edge, ready to fly, and then I’m going to ease myself into this tight little hole. I might even have Nick suck on your clit while I do it, maybe he’ll be inside you too. I haven’t decided yet.’ He paused when she began to push her ass up to meet his probing fingers.
‘You like that idea?’ he tormented. ‘Like the idea of us eating you, filling you, teasing and tasting you?’
‘Yes,’ she breathed into his chest hair.
‘’Course you do. My precious, dirty girl.’
She writhed on his chest in a silent call for more.
He smelt her arousal. The tempting perfume that always waylaid his senses and made his muscles tremble, his heat beat faster, his chest labour.
Euan had been so caught up in the delight of her response, he flinched when a warm, masculine hand enveloped his.
‘You talking dirty and not including me, big man?’ a voice, hoarse with sleep, murmured beside him.
After the initial shock, a devious grin stretched across his face. He turned to the sound, and almost immediately, he found the hungry, firm lips press against his.
Euan groaned; the vibration formed deep inside his chest. It pulled at the iron shell that had moulded around his stomach, tested its power. Nick’s taste, his scent, his strength as he duelled with tongue, lips and breath, was the reverse to the beautiful submission he got from Kira. To have her soft body in his hands as he fought for supremacy with Nick’s kiss, the contrast was beyond arousing.
Even though he was not ready himself, he was ready to witness the glory of the two people he loved come together with reverence. To mould their bodies and hearts into one as he watched.
When Nick finally let him breathe, Euan used the moment to squeeze Kira’s behind and thrust his aroused cock against her dampened core. She moaned and drove her little pussy against him. Minute gyrations and puffs of air were his reward.
‘Reach over, sweetheart, turn on that little nightlight you have. I want to see you. I want to see both of you. Tonight,’ he turned back to Nick. ‘If you can?’
Nick’s green eyes flashed as the dim illumination flared around them. Heat and passion fed Euan’s strengthened soul. It was the soul Nick had purchased back for him from the devil. The soul that Euan had willingly given in payment to save Nick’s life. In payment for committing atrocities he never could have achieved absolution from without Nick and Kira.
In the depths of jade, Euan now saw no fear, no hesitation. The man was a sight of pure flawlessness. Toned muscles that gleamed bronze. Hair of honey and sunshine. Eyes of storming emerald, heated with lust and devotion while his focus shifted to linger over the woman in Euan’s arms.
Kira was their foundation. She was the building blocks they would use to continue to mend their hearts of ever tear and slash the world above had bulldozed through them. She would bind them with thread so powerful that the tapestry she would weave would not only mend every festering wound, it would also unite them together. An indestructible connection of hearts and souls and bodies and perfection.
It was effortless to shift Kira until she was in Nick’s arms. Her nightdress was flying across the room in an instant, and Euan devoured the gloriousness of her pale limbs in the ambient lighting.
Nick’s hands cupped her face and with infinite care, a lot more care than he had showed Euan, he took Kira’s lips in a gentle kiss.
Euan shifted until his torso was propped up against the head of the bed. He piled the few lumpy pillows they shared under his shoulders and held his head up further with his hand.
The bedspread was bunched around them. The warmth of the room heightening with the heat of their bodies. A few kicks had the tangled mess falling to the floor.
Nick deepened the kiss, and Kira answered his invasion with the force of her own. It was the assertion she didn’t give him Euan loved to see.
It excited him. The separate sides of each of their personalities as they performed in answer to different lovers. He trailed his hand down his abdominals, pushed past the elastic waistband of his briefs and wrapped it around the turgid flesh of his engorged cock. It swelled further in his palm. It grew in size as Nick and Kira pressed their bodies closer to one another. Their muscles tensed, their forms moved, writhing, squirming, undulating. Euan’s blood warmed, turned to fuel within his veins. It was absorbed by his muscles so an ember of lust was all that was needed to ignite the energy and set him alight.
The rumble of hunger that vibrated through his chest filled the room. Nick tore his lips from Kira’s to trail wet kisses down her throat. When he reached one beaded nipple, ripe with longing, he drew it into his mouth with relish. Kira gasped, arched her back and her hands clasped the sheets as Nick laved and bit, licked and adored her. The fingers of a hand found the twin to his attentions and he pinched it without mercy, causing Kira to writhe in Nick’s hold.
This view was not uncommon. They’d shared each other’s bodies with similar variations numerous times. But tonight would be different. Instead of shared climaxes reached with mouths and hands, Euan would watch as Nick took Kira with his own body. He would witness the man he loved enter the woman he adored. They would find release in each other’s arms, with each other’s bodies. In front of him.
A tremor of anticipatory poignancy burst through him. It was the force that drove his hand forward until it reached Kira’s where it gripped the bedding. At his touch, she turned, her crystal-blue eyes glazed with lust. They cleared as she caught Euan’s scrutiny and a tiny crease appeared between her blonde brows. She gasped as Nick bit the tender flesh under her right breast, but she didn’t shift her focus from his. She didn’t even blink.
The swirling fears that tumb
led through him slowed. As he fixated solely on her, they almost ceased. Everything did. Even Nick sensed the ambience shift and lifted his head, lips swollen, to look between them.
Reading the mood, Nick let them be, and began to trail his lips down Kira’s soft belly until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Panties were lost and she parted her legs without hesitation. She gasped audibly when Nick took his first taste of her that night without restraint.
Their eyes held and Kira’s lips parted as her naked chest rose and fell. Her hand continued to tightly squeeze Euan’s. Nothing but pure adoration poured out of midnight cobalt. Euan was hooked, unable to move; the wonder of her turned him to stone.
Nick made hungry noises as he devoured their girl. The wet suction, the moans of worship, the rumbles of a man sating his hunger on a woman’s body with his lips, tongue and teeth caused the mood to shift. The tender assault was over; the finish line was in sight.
Kira began to rise to the peak quickly. She clasped the threshold with nothing but fingernails and the skin of her teeth, only for Nick to leave her core and trail his glossy lips, chin and cheeks back up her body to her lips.
She groaned. The tension in the room snapped. She broke her hold with Euan and turned into Nick’s kiss. She matched his passion as though he was water and she had been parched for eternity.
But her hand never left Euan’s. He clasped it tighter as he watched Nick move his body against her. He caught glimpses of a beautiful engorged organ as Nick thrust slowly against Kira’s belly, as he used her soft skin to tease himself to the brink.
It was Nick who broke the kiss. It was Nick who turned his eyes to Euan, with Kira shortly following. It was Nick who moved his hand down his body, clasped his cock and briefly swirled the flushed head over Kira’s swollen clit before nudging it into the entrance of her core. It was Nick who wrapped his palm over Kira and Euan’s clasped hands.
And it was Nick, who gradually, reverently, tenderly, entered Kira for the first time.
Euan inhaled as the gloriousness of the moment washed through him. He saw Kira’s eyes widen, her breath pause, her lips part.
He played witness to the devotion Nick exhumed as he made tiny, minute thrusts into Kira’s body to accustom her to his thickness.
Her brow furrowed and her gritted teeth gleamed.
She had been on the brink, but the invasion was causing her a measure of pain.
Nick was also in pain, but of a different kind. He held back, even as not thrusting his cock into heaven on earth was akin to the lash. The tortured twists of physical pain from his intentions contorted his beautiful features.
Euan was trapped. He couldn’t move. His hand had stilled on the swollen head of his dick where he’d paused mid-motion as he’d pleasured himself. The kiss of pre-cum leaked from the tip. His palm was wet. His balls ached, tight and drawn up against his body in anticipation of a premature, impending climax.
His breath was ragged. It echoed in and around them. The sweet tang of heady lust was in his nose, a mixture of womanly honey and masculine restraint.
The emotions within him began to call for war. Their fronts clashed, their cannons fired, and their cavalry obliterated the foot soldiers.
He was helpless, he was mute and still as stone, held completely in the trap created by the miracle of bodies and love that had begun to move again in a sinuous dance before him.
The sting of tears burned the back of his eyes.
Their three hands still held fast, but Nick was rolling in earnest now. He made a final thrust, and pushed himself as far as he could go, bottoming out within Kira’s petite body. Kira in turn gasped, arched, held her breath and Nick stilled and waited.
‘All right?’ Nick asked, his voice hoarse with restrained lust and longing.
Kira held Nick’s adoring green eyes, licked her parched lips, squeezed Euan’s hand and nodded.
Nick groaned in answer and his torso fell to hers, but he still kept most of his weight from crushing her with his free forearm. He gently kissed Kira’s lips and with a tilt of his lips he questioned, ‘Ready, Pixie-Pie?’
One glistening tear escaped from the corner of Kira’s eye and trailed down her temple to be lost in her sweat-slick hair. She nodded, turned to Euan and whispered, ‘I’m ready.’
Euan growled as Nick cursed, and began to slowly thrust into Kira. He drew out slowly, moved back inside her with equal measure. Nick’s glorious ass hollowed with each penetration and filled with each withdraw. Kira arched to each plunge, her lithe body moved to meet Nick’s. Her free hand buried itself into Nick’s tangled hair and pulled until his lips were forced to meet hers.
Their kiss was messy and wet. Their thrusts built in strength and speed. Their skin glimmered in the limited light. They panted between desperate kisses, the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh, their grunts and moans created a symphony of glory around Euan.
Finally, his body responded to the concert before him. His hand began to move up and down his cock in the same rhythm as the two shared before him. Each time he reached the mushroom head, he squeezed. Each time he touched the base, he loosened his grip. He longed to take his balls in his other hand and massage them, but he would never let go of the treasure he held instead.
They were close. But not there yet. Their breaths were now laboured and sweat dribbled down Nick’s forehead from his exertions.
Euan moved then, he couldn’t help it. He suddenly wanted, needed, to be a part of this, be a participating member of the art that was being performed. His body shifted on the bed and he knelt, knees spread wide, intending to simply run his hands over the slick skin of Nick’s back.
Until he enjoyed the burning heat of a warm mouth take the head of his dick inside, and suck.
There was no hesitation this time. No memories penetrated the sanctuary they’d created. He recognised the lips that surrounded his cock instantly. The sharp draw, the aggressive suction, the deep vibration that rippled down his shaft to ignite the fire in his balls could be none other than Nick’s. He groaned, swore and couldn’t help but thrust inside that eager recess.
A second tongue began to lick the unconsumed shaft and exposed low-hanging balls. Euan could do nothing but groan and growl and thrust.
Nick’s skin consumed his vision. The bronze was slick and shined. Each individual muscle shimmered with exertion. Their connected hands were now on the pillow by Kira’s head, but with Euan’s long reach, he was able to lean over that glorious mass of writhing flesh and find the taut ass that gyrated and thrust inside the woman below them. His head fell until his forehead rested on Nick’s shoulder where he did nothing but worship the skin he could reach. His hips moved in sync with Nick’s.
Soon, Euan instinctively knew that they were all almost at the peak. His head still rested on Nick’s shoulder, his cock still consumed by the two of them. He only needed to murmur, ‘Touch your clit, Kira. I need you to be the first to go. I want to hear it.’
Kira moaned; the sound vibrated though the organ she devoured and Nick began to move underneath him to accommodate the addition of Kira’s free hand. She gasped. The cool air brushed past his burning flesh as her hand reached its intended destination. Her thrumming took her to a new height, and it renewed both her devotion to Euan and Nick.
It was glorious. It was heaven and devotion and adoration and love and brilliance. It was everything.
Everything.
Just as she’d been told, Kira began to climax first, but Nick was not far behind. The obvious brilliance of her tight core sucked and milked his dick. The pull to the brink undeniable.
In their passion, the finesse of their coordinated attack on Euan’s cock languished. But the bite of teeth was just what Euan needed to take him over the edge. He wasn’t even sure which mouth he erupted into, which lips were smeared over the pulsating head, which throat swallowed his cum.
He didn’t care
It was fucking perfection.
Utter, perfect, perfection.
> ***
Euan stared at the ceiling. Again.
Kira’s nightlight was still on, its dull luminescence cast shadows against the beige steel hull that encased them. Numerous fortified trestles ran parallel along the roof to strengthen the interior. Euan’s gaze travelled down each one.
At his side, Nick snored loudly, each inhalation rippled through the room with the force of a small explosion. It threw any thought of sleep from his mind.
Despite the noise, Kira slept peacefully, curled into his body. Her delicate little puffs of air against his chest were almost comical in comparison to Nick’s baritone trumpeting.
The air was heavy with the scents made by what they had shared. Naked skin was still damp and only a perfunctory clean-up had been accomplished before the combined stress of the day and the night-time exertions had pulled their eyes closed and deepened their breathing.
Euan’s body was tense despite the magnificent beauty of the night. As the lust dissipated, and his thoughts cleared, he felt terror. A dread so visceral it consumed him, drove the tangible taste of fear into his mouth, hardened his muscles to stone, forced all nonessential thoughts into nothingness.
His mind was clear as crystal.
There was a man chained in a garage who held too many secrets.
There was a woman locked in his bunker who had no voice.
There was a monster lurking in a township not far from his door.
Euan slowly extracted himself from Kira’s arms. His intended destination the surveillance room. Her cute grumble of loss almost made Euan’s lips twitch.
But they didn’t.
Euan wasn’t sure if they ever would again.
Chapter 9
The dawn’s light was still weak. The grey sky was painted with muted tones of yellow, beige and brown that mingled with the vibrancy of gold and pink. Euan filled his lungs with the oxygen-rich air. The chill burned his throat as it travelled down. His breath misted when he finally allowed himself to exhale. It caused a cloud to form in front of his face. It momentarily obstructed his view of the frost-covered lawn, the naked, creaking trees, and an abundance of dormant lavender plants.
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