Chapter 219: I’ll go easy [R18]

Chapter 219: 219: I’ll go easy [R18]

Lord Ash carried Ayra firmly in his arms as he stepped into their bedroom, his gaze locked on hers with quiet intensity.

She wrapped both arms around his neck, watching the flush on his cheeks and the raw need in his eyes.

"You’re drunk..." Ayra’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, her eyes tracing the heat in his face.

"Doesn’t matter..." He reached the bed and lowered her onto it with deliberate care. "We’re mates now... so we should consummate it as soon as possible."

His tone was low and husky. He stretched out beside her on her right, one hand sliding through her hair in slow, repeated strokes while his eyes never left her face.

Lord Vale settled on her left. His hands moved over her body at once, tracing the soft plane of her stomach before sliding higher, fingers working at the fastenings of her clothing with unhurried purpose.

Lord Zark remained at the foot of the bed, silent, his gaze fixed on the scene as the other two claimed her with touch.

"I can’t wait much longer, Ayra..." Vale’s voice was quiet, almost tender, yet his hands never stopped. He peeled fabric aside, exposing more of her skin with each pass.

Ayra’s breath caught as his cool palms closed over her breasts through the thin remaining layer. He massaged the left one first, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, finding the stiff peak of her nipple and circling it until the fabric grew damp.

Then he leaned in and closed his mouth over the hardened tip, sucking through the cloth while his tongue flicked and pressed.

A sharp sound escaped her. Pleasure bloomed hot and sudden under his mouth. Vale’s free hand claimed her other breast, squeezing firmly, thumb dragging across the second nipple while he continued to suck the first.

The dual sensation pulled a deeper moan from her throat.

Ash’s fingers caught her chin and lifted it. He studied the flush spreading across her cheeks, the parted lips, the way her eyes fluttered.

"You look so good this way..." His breath brushed her mouth. "I wonder how you taste like this too..."

His mouth took hers—first gently, then harder. He kissed her deep, tongue sliding past her lips to claim every inch, licking, sucking, drawing soft wet sounds from the seal of their mouths.

Ayra’s hands tightened on his shoulders as she struggled to breathe around the kiss. He held her chin steady and drank from her until her head spun.

When he finally pulled back, a thin thread of saliva stretched between them before he swallowed it.

"Like that...?" he asked, voice rough. "Want more?"

She could only moan. Vale had pushed the fabric fully aside now. His mouth sealed over one bare nipple and sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his hand worked the other breast with firm, rhythmic pressure. The dual assault sent heat racing straight down her spine.

"Yes..." The word left her in a broken gasp.

Ash smiled against her lips. "Naughty. I like that." He kissed her again, messier this time—open-mouthed, urgent, tongues sliding and saliva mixing as the wet sounds of their kiss filled the quiet room.

Zark could not remain a spectator any longer. His hand pressed hard against the obvious bulge in his loincloth as he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed.

He moved between Ayra’s legs, palms sliding up the smooth skin of her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes.

He felt the fine tremor that ran through her muscles the closer he came to the heat between them.

"Ah..." Ayra’s moan broke against Ash’s mouth. The kiss never eased; he kept her lips occupied while Vale continued to suck and knead her breasts. Heat gathered low in her belly, sharp and demanding.

Zark said nothing. His fingers found the damp fabric covering her and stroked once, twice, feeling how wet she already was.

Then he slipped beneath it. Two fingertips glided over her entrance, spreading the slickness, teasing the sensitive outer folds before pressing inward.

She gasped sharply into Ash’s mouth as those fingers sank deeper, curling, stroking the soft inner walls until they were coated in her.

When the need grew too sharp, Zark simply pulled the remaining clothing free and discarded it. Ayra lay bare between them, legs open, chest rising and falling under Vale’s mouth and hands.

"You smell so good..." Zark’s voice was low, almost reverent. He stared at the flushed, glistening folds between her thighs and ran his tongue over his lower lip.

Heat rolled off him in waves; his own scent sharpened in answer to hers.

He did not wait. He leaned in, shoulders settling between her spread thighs, and brought his mouth to her.

The first long stroke of his tongue dragged from the base of her entrance up to the swollen peak above it. Ayra’s hips jerked. He licked again, slower, pressing deeper, tongue sliding inside her and swirling against the tight, wet heat.

He worked her with focused hunger—licking, sucking, thrusting his tongue in short, rhythmic strokes that made her walls flutter around him.

"Ah... mmm—" Ash’s kiss finally broke. Her head tipped back, eyes closed, mouth open as the pleasure climbed.

Zark’s tongue pushed deeper still, relentless, until the tension inside her snapped. Her legs trembled hard against his shoulders and a broken cry tore from her throat as the orgasm rolled through her in tight, pulsing waves.

He kept licking her through it, slower now, cleaning every drop with deliberate care, a small, satisfied smile curving his mouth when he finally looked up.

He rose only long enough to strip. Clothing fell away in hurried motions until he stood naked at the foot of the bed, cock thick and flushed, the heavy length twitching against his stomach.

"Come on..." He climbed onto the mattress, kneeling between her open thighs. "I’ll take good care of you..."

He gripped himself, rubbing the broad head slowly up and down her slick entrance, coating himself in the wetness still leaking from her.

The blunt pressure teased every oversensitive nerve. Ayra’s body shivered hard around the promise of it.

"Don’t worry..." His voice stayed low, almost soothing, even as the head of his cock nudged more firmly against her. "I’ll go easy on you..."

He rocked forward just enough for the tip to breach her, then held still, letting her feel the stretch, the heat, the slow pulse of him waiting.

"I’m coming..."