Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Lilliana

I slide my hands up Landon's sides and lean forward, circling my tongue around his nipple before I pull it between my lips, adding a graze of my teeth for good measure. Landon rewards me with a throaty growl, tossing his head back in pleasure and sinking his fingers in my curls.

Realizing I've ended up between them again, I step out and attempt to retake control by tugging their belts in unison, positioning them both hip to hip and placing one foot between each of their legs. Jared gives me a naughty grin, and Landon's teeth pinch his plush lower lip, pupils dilated so far I can only see a thin line of his iris.

Running a hand over Jared's rich brown skin, I flick my tongue over his nipple as well before nipping gently with my teeth. When Landon peppers fervent kisses down my throat, I curve backward to allow him more access, and Jared takes advantage by returning the favor and drawing my stiff nipple into his warm mouth, teasing over the fabric with his tongue. His hand slides between my legs again, pressing firmly and making the heat coil like a spring low in my gut. A strained gasp escapes my lips, quickly followed by another as Landon's kisses find their way to my other breast. His fingers slide under the band of my bra and draw it up, exposing my peaked nipple completely. My hands rise, caressing both of their heads and holding on for dear life.

Warm liquid pleasure flows across my skin, pooling between my thighs where Jared's fingers continue to tease. It feels as though I'm barely able to stand, with so many sensations drawing my attention and rendering me weak in the knees. Tasting and teasing each other is even more fun than I'd expected, but the need for more hasn't abated at all. If anything, it's continued to grow, almost painful in my desperation for release.

I'm breathless and quaking by the time they disengage from my breasts. With shaking hands, I unhook the bra that is now serving no purpose, and Landon's hands immediately rise to cup me, thumbs running over my peaked nipples and pinching lightly.

Their hands continue to stroke me, both observing me with adoring eyes but not pressing further. They're clearly on their best behavior, waiting for my next instruction.

I'm definitely ready to get this show on the road. I trail my fingers down Jared's abdomen, watching his muscles ripple in response, until my hands meet the top of his jeans. When I hook my fingertips in his waistband, I comment coyly, "Looks like these are in my way."

"Allow me to fix that for you, gorgeous." Needing no further encouragement, both guys step back to shed the rest of their clothes. I shimmy out of my jeans while enjoying the view of their delicious forms. So different, yet so similar in the way their skin moves over lean muscle, the power and hard-yet-soft planes of their bodies.

All that remains between us are my lacy panties, so wet with desire I'm surprised they haven't disintegrated. With hungry eyes, Landon kneels in front of me and cups my breasts, working my nipples while he plants sensual kisses from the valley of my chest to below my navel. Goosebumps erupt in his wake, and a shiver dances up my spine while that painful coil of need tightens even more.

"How's this?" he murmurs, gazing up at me with liquid eyes and flicking his tongue across my belly.

"Very good," I pant, breathless.

Abruptly, his powerful hands spin me toward Jared, who also drops to his knees and caresses my flesh with his lips.

"Lower?" Jared asks in a husky voice, nuzzling the scrap of lace.

I shake my head, trying to be coy while I tip his chin up. "Not yet."

My heart is pounding painfully as I pull gently at both their chins, signaling for them to stand.

Voice shaking, I focus on Landon, point to the couch and say, "Sit down."

He eases his long frame onto a cushion, wearing a curious but excited expression as I toss a couch pillow on the floor. When I kneel before him, a look of apprehension crosses his face, but I plant my hands on his thighs and press them apart.

Landon's throat bobs as I lean further down and swipe my tongue across the tip of his hot flesh. His hips scoot forward, granting me easier access, and he raises his hands to the back of his head with a shuddering groan.

Slowly, I ease him into my mouth, working my way further until he's stroking the back of my throat. Excitement courses through me, my hands kneading his thighs. I'm already much better than last time, and hearing the sounds he makes, knowing Jared is watching me, makes it even more exciting. After a few more minutes, I ease back, stroking him lazily with one hand while I turn my attention to my other mate.

I crook a finger at Jared, who's standing to the side, stroking himself as he watches with glazed eyes. "Get over here, handsome."

Jared wastes zero time moving to where I'm eye-level with his throbbing shaft. I wrap my fingers around his impressive girth, enjoying the hot, silky-smooth skin, before raising my gaze to his and easing him into my mouth.

His eyes close and head tips back, a hand running over his face. "Oh, fuck, gorgeous. Fuck ."

Self-satisfied, I ease him deeper into my throat, continuing to caress Landon from root to tip. Jared's hand tangles into my hair, pulling my head toward him gently as I continue moving.

The taste of them, the scent of their desire for me and the sounds they make at my touch; it's intoxicating. I want to continue exploring this power, but my need is excruciating at this point. I ease Jared from my mouth to stroke him, but he quickly kneels beside me, his hand slipping between my legs. The first touch of his fingers on my leg sends a course of shivers through my body, and I realize my desire for them is actually running down my thighs.

Jared runs a finger along the liquid trail, then lifts it to his lips, sucking my arousal from his hand with his eyes closed in bliss. When they reopen, his gaze is hooded and intense, eyes claiming mine when he pleads, "It's your turn. Please let me taste you, gorgeous."

I slip his fingers into my mouth before kissing down his palm and murmuring, "Not right now; I can't wait anymore. I want you inside me."

His eyes widen, and I cover his mouth with mine, releasing Landon so I can move.

With shaking legs, I turn slightly, positioning myself in front of him, and Landon in front of me. I grip his hand, flipping it palm side up, and slide it down to the gap between my thighs, then leave him to figure out the rest. Refocusing my attention on Landon, I bend forward.

Jared doesn't immediately take the bait. His hands smooth over my curves, squeezing and massaging my body before finally slipping under and caressing the spot in desperate need of his attention. My legs spread to give him better access, satisfied moans pouring from my throat.

My attention now fully returned to Landon, I suck him back into my mouth with an audible sound that makes him hiss in pleasure. Losing his restraint, Landon gathers my hair in one hand and uses the other to press lightly at the back of my head, his hips lifting every time I slide my mouth down the length of him.

"God… damn… Lily I want-" He tries, but can't seem to form a coherent thought.

It's so close now, this new height of release I've been seeking. I add a hand to my efforts on Landon and buck my hips backward, hoping Jared takes the hint.

His movement changes from gentle exploration to firm strokes, two fingers sliding deeply into me. His hand pumps a few times before sliding out and dragging the wetness from between my legs up the channel between my cheeks. The unfamiliar but delicious sensation forces a moan from my throat that vibrates over Landon's shaft, and he gasps while I freeze, my muscles clenching with anticipation. Jared grips the full cheek of my ass while his other thumb continues to tease at my backside, pressing gently at the entrance and circling with the slippery coating I made. A deep growl rumbles in his throat, and I resume my ministrations to Landon, sucking and squeezing.

Abruptly, Jared's hand returns to the heat between my legs, this time dragging his palm across me before disappearing completely.

"Fuck, gorgeous, are you ready?" Jared's voice sounds almost as desperate as I feel.

The frustration peaks, and I slip Landon from my lips and continue stroking him. I answer my other mate with a snarl. "Yes, I'm fucking ready, Jared. How many times do I have to ask?"

Before I even finish getting the words out, Jared finally lines himself up and pushes into me.

We groan in unison, my entire body clenching, which causes Landon to jerk from the unexpected pressure. This position is altogether new and takes me a moment to adapt.

I rock my hips back and pull Landon back into my mouth. Jared moves inside me with slow, measured strokes.

The pair of them, both hot and firm and inside me, together, are hitting that infuriating need. Jared's hands grip my hips from the sides, squeezing almost painfully hard and spreading my cheeks. His abdomen hits the spot he was so recently teasing with each stroke and I discover a desire I didn't know I had.

I slide my lips from Landon again. "Jared, I want you to touch me like you were doing a minute ago, just… more."

For some reason, I find it incredibly difficult to verbalize what I'm asking.

Fortunately, he understands. Slipping himself free of me, he collects more of my wetness on his fingers, then resumes his strokes. When I feel his slippery fingers teasing my other entrance again, I almost cry out with the intensity of the pleasure. I renew my efforts on Landon, and Jared continues moving inside me while drawing tight, teasing circles with that slippery finger. It disappears and a wet sound reaches my ears, but I don't have time to contemplate it because his finger is back, even wetter, and now it's moving faster and pressing at my entrance.

It's a completely different pleasure, and it builds its own coil, quickly tightening and growing, increasing my need for release until my body is bucking and twitching with desperation.

My thighs shake, my entire body quivering as it reacts to so much stimuli. Jared's body slaps into mine at a quickening pace. My strokes on Landon increase, but I'm so focused on what's happening behind me he's not reaching the same depth in my mouth. Jared's slippery finger continues twirling just around my entrance, and my body pulses and shivers as I chase the pinnacle of release. The sensations grow until I'm abruptly spiraling over the edge, pleasure hitting me like a tsunami with wave after wave of earth-shattering starlight.

My body clenches rhythmically around Jared, sending him to meet me among the stars with a groaned curse on his lips. Gently, his hands disengage from my body and he kisses my shoulder, panting, his exhausted body draping over me.

I plummet back to earth, reveling in the intimacy with Jared but still eager to share with my other fated mate. Jared settles onto the floor, still panting. I release my grip on Landon and glance up at him, only to find he's gazing at me with pure adoration, not a hint of jealousy to be had. His hand reaches for his erection, probably to finish himself off.

Clearly he doesn't realize I'm not finished, either.

I lick my lips and smile up at him. "Nuh-uh, that's mine. I'm not done with you yet."

His eyes drink me in like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. The tension in my belly quickly coils again, anticipating the feeling of my third mate nestled deep inside me. I rise on shaky legs as I climb onto the couch and straddle his thighs. Landon's hands immediately claim my hips, long fingers gripping tightly to my tingling flesh. Gradually, holding his eyes with mine, I sink down on him. I'm so slick and ready, I take him to the hilt in one fluid motion. His head tilts back and eyes close, a deep guttural groan escaping from the back of his throat.

I move slowly at first, exploring the way this new position feels and how it hits. After a moment, Landon adapts to the sensation and his hips begin to move in tandem with mine. Hungry lips cover my breast, teeth scraping over my sensitive nipple and pushing me closer to climax again.

Soon our motions are rapid and aggressive, my body bouncing on his lap as his hips thrust, hands slamming me back down on his length. He's long since abandoned my breast, an expression of fierce concentration taking over his handsome face. I spare a thought to note that of the three, I never imagined that Landon would be the aggressive one in bed.

His eyes never leave my face, watching me beneath thick lashes as we both race toward completion.

Jared, apparently recovered, returns a hot, slick finger to my back entrance and I freeze, drawing in a sharp gasp. His other hand grips one of my breasts, pinching the nipple as I arch back against him. Landon's thrusts slow and deepen, lifting me with his hips and hands then slamming me back down on him. The sharp wet smack of the tiny nub at the apex of my thighs against his belly sends pleasurable sensations coursing through my body.

Jared's teeth drag along the curve of my neck, both his hands busy.

Instinct takes over, and Landon and I find our rhythm again, moving faster as one. Sweat pours from my body, sticking my hair to my neck and trickling between my breasts. The speed and friction work, building the tension once again, and his lips find their way to my collarbone, one hand claiming my bare breast.

The collection of sensations continues to build, tightening the coils that spring me toward release. My entire body quivers and when I think I can't hold myself up any longer, pure molten pleasure has me shouting my release. The guys continue the movements that sent me over the edge, wringing every last drop of ecstasy from my body. I feel the hot pulse of Landon's completion as he shivers and jerks beneath me.

"Lily." My name falls from his lips with such reverence that my heart stutters before resuming its racing rhythm. Our lips meet in a deep, soulful exchange while he continues to throb within me.

I reach back for Jared to pull my other mate into a mind-shattering kiss. The three of us together in this moment are just… perfect.

I drink in his soulful gaze before softly pressing my mouth to his again. Jared's hands slip away, and a few moments later he returns and settles into the couch next to us. My body is practically liquid. The two of them spread me across their laps, fingertips trailing over my sweaty skin, and we cool down as one.

"Now that's the way to celebrate a victory." Jared lifts my hand to press a kiss to my palm.

"I'm not so sure," I reply in an uncertain tone.

"What's wrong, Lily?" Ever concerned for my well-being, Landon sounds upset.

"I just think we ought to keep practicing. I want to make sure we get it right."

There's a long, pregnant moment of silence.

Then Jared asks carefully. "When are you wanting to practice again?"

"Again? Who said we stopped?"

The boys shake with laughter, but after a beat they realize I'm not laughing.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I have multiple fated mates. I think I should work on my stamina."

They exchange another of those glances. "And what exactly is your plan?"

I pretend to check my watch, then stretch lazily. "I'm going to get a drink of water, and then I'm going to lie naked in my bed. You two figure it out."

With that, I stand up and strut toward the bedroom without a backward glance.