CHAPTER 147: 147 - DON’T BEG

147

~Belinda’s POV

I wasn’t so immersed in the party anymore. I wanted the triplets to have me as their dinner. I wanted them to fuck me so hard. I was so restless that I kept pulling them. That was when I noticed Damon’s absence. Instantly, I noticed him among the crowd, laughing and drinking with Lisa. I was so angry but then, I was calsmed when Kael pecked me, telling me that we needed to consumate the royal night. Rowan nodded and they pulled me into their room.

Rowan was curved over me, his luxurious hair framing his beautiful face, his forearm propped against the door to bring him closer. I had almost no room to breathe. The hand he’d had at my waist was now resting on the curve of my hip, tightening reflexively and driving me mad. He stared, his gaze searingly intense.

"Kiss me, Belinda" he said hoarsely. "Give me that much."

He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long leisurely licks. Soon, Kael took over. My hands were in his hair. I pulled on the silky strands, using them to direct his mouth over mine. He growled, deepening the kiss, stroking my tongue with lush slides of his own.

I was pressed full-body against him, achingly aware of every hot, hard inch of him. I kissed him back as if I could eat him alive. My skin was damp and too sensitive, my breasts heavy and tender. My clit throbbed for attention, pounding along with my raging heartbeat. I was vaguely aware of movement, and then the bed was against my back. Both of them were levered over me with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor. Kael left arm supported his torso while his right hand gripped the back of my knee, sliding upward along my thigh in a firmly possessive glide. His breath hissed out when he reached the point where my garter clipped to the top of my silk stocking. He tore his gaze away from mine and looked down, pushing my skirt higher to bare me from the waist down.

In a daze, I watched Kael’s body lower to mine, my legs sliding apart to accommodate the width of his hips. My muscles strained with the urge to lift toward him, to hasten the contact between us that I’d been craving since. Lowering his head, he took my mouth again, bruising my lips with a fine edge of violence. Rowan took over as well and the whole scene continued over and over. Abruptly, he yanked himself away, stumbling to his feet. I lay there gasping and wet, so willing and ready.

The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. My skin felt warm against theirs as we lay tangled together on the bed. Rowan’s lips brushed mine again, soft and unhurried, like he wanted to taste every part of me slowly all over again.

"Bel..." he whispered against my mouth, his breath shaky.

I kissed him back, deeper, sliding my hand up his chest. His skin was hot under my palm. He groaned low in his throat and pulled me closer until there was no space left between us.

Kael moved behind me, his lips finding the curve of my shoulder. His kisses were slow, trailing up my neck until he reached just behind my ear. I gasped, my fingers curling tighter in Rowan’s hair.

"Kael..." I breathed out, my voice breaking.

He smiled against my skin. "You taste sweet, Belinda..."

Rowan’s hand slid down my side, caressing every inch of me, his touch lingering on my hips. "Look at me," he murmured, and when my eyes opened, his were burning with something fierce, something tender.

"I can’t, I’m a bit tired for another round," I whispered, closing them again when Kael’s teeth grazed my skin gently.

"Yes, you can," Rowan said, kissing me again, coaxing me back into his gaze.

Kael’s hand covered mine, guiding it across his chest as he pressed against my back. His lips brushed my ear.

Rowan kissed down my throat, slow and lingering, while Kael kissed up the other side. Their mouths met briefly on my skin and I shivered at the heat of them, their twin warmth surrounding me.

My breath came quicker. "You’re driving me mad," I whispered, my voice unsteady.

"That’s the plan," Rowan said with a small grin before kissing me hard, stealing my breath.

Kael’s hand slid around to my stomach, holding me tight against him as he pressed tender kisses along my shoulder blade. His voice was husky when he spoke. "You’re ours, Belinda... every piece of you."

"Say it again," I whispered, my lips still pressed to Rowan’s.

Rowan pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. "You’re ours. Always."

My heart thudded wildly. I kissed him again, desperate, while Kael’s lips traveled lower, leaving trails of fire across my skin. I arched into Rowan’s chest, moaning softly against his mouth.

"Belinda," Rowan groaned, his hands gripping my waist, his mouth devouring mine like he couldn’t get enough.

Kael whispered into my hair, "Let go... we’ve got you..." as his hand slid lower, making me gasp against Rowan’s lips.

The three of us moved together in a rhythm that felt both wild and gentle, every touch making my skin burn hotter.

Rowan pulled back to kiss down between my breasts, slow and deliberate, while Kael’s tongue traced my spine. My body trembled between them, caught in their fire, and the sound of my name on their lips made me dizzy.

"Bel..." Rowan groaned, kissing me harder as I moaned his name.

"Kael..." I gasped when his mouth found me again, soft and demanding.

They kissed me, touched me, worshiped every inch of me, and I gave myself over completely, lost in them, lost in the way their love poured out through every tender kiss, every slow caress, every whispered word that filled the room like music.

I arched my back, a moan escaping me.

"Please..."

Rowan chuckled softly, lifting his head just enough to look into my eyes. His gaze was molten, heavy with desire.

"Don’t beg yet," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine again.

Kael’s hand slipped between my thighs, spreading me apart again. His fingers brushed me so lightly I cried out, my hips lifting from the bed.

Rowan captured my mouth again, swallowing my sounds, his kiss deep and hungry now. His tongue pushed against mine, his hand gripping my waist firmly, holding me still.

Kael’s fingers stroked me slowly, deliberately, making me gasp into Rowan’s mouth.

"Kael..." I moaned, my hand reaching blindly for him.