3. Lucian

As he pocketed his phone,Lucian leaned against the cool metal of the gate's seating, his gaze fixed on the runway where planes taxied with rhythmic precision. In the bustling terminal, the youngest Davenport stood out—a beacon of calm amid the chaos. Women stole glances at him, their eyes tracing the lines of his athletic build, the broad set of his shoulders tapering to a lean waist that spoke of both strength and grace. His soft black hair, tinged with hints of steel gray, fell in a relaxed style that suggested an approachability at odds with his status. It was his eyes, though, a striking silver nearing mercury, that captivated and intimidated in equal measure. They held no warmth for the admirers who lingered in his periphery; they were eyes for one omega alone—Asa.

Despite the attention he garnered, Lucian's mind wandered through memories of Asa's gentle laughter and the soothing timbre of her voice. It had been only a week since they had found her after an agonizing search while Dominic handled business oceans away. The urge to whisk her back to the safety and opulence of their penthouse was overwhelming, yet Lucian knew coercion was no answer.

He remembered Asa dancing, a vision of ethereal beauty under the spotlight. Her slender frame moved with a fluidity that belied her fragility, each motion a silent plea for understanding. When she sang, it wasn't just notes that floated through the air but pieces of her soul, a purity and honesty that resonated deeply within Lucian.

He longed for her presence—the delicate scent of her skin, the warmth of her smile—but above all else, he yearned for her happiness. The image of Asa twirling in the moonlight, hair fanning out like spun silver threads against the night sky, haunted him. The echo of her laughter seemed to bounce off airport walls, pulling at his heartstrings.

Lucian adjusted his cuffs, a small gesture betraying his impatience as the voice overhead announced it was time to board. The first-class cabin welcomed him with its promise of solitude, a brief respite from the world's prying eyes. He settled into the plush seat, the soft leather embracing his frame like a familiar companion. Despite the luxury that surrounded him, his mind was in turmoil, churning with the need to return to Asa's side.

The flight, a mere three hours on paper, stretched into an eternity for Lucian. He tapped his fingers against the armrest, each beat a silent countdown to their reunion. He had managed to immerse himself in work for a while, drafting plans and negotiations that would later require Xavier's keen eye. But as the plane began its descent, all pretense of focus dissipated. Lucian craved the comfort of home, of Asa's serene presence that turned even the grandest of rooms into intimate sanctuaries.

The moment the aircraft touched down and taxied to its berth, Lucian was on his feet, among the first to disembark. His long strides carried him through the terminal with purpose, every step an echo of his racing heart.

Outside, the cool night air brushed against his skin as he spotted the sleek silhouette of the Davenport private car waiting just ahead. The driver, a seasoned employee named Gerard, greeted him with a nod and held open the door.

"Welcome back, Master Lucian," Gerard said as Lucian slid into the vehicle's shadowed interior.

Lucian gave a curt nod in return, eager for any news of home. "Drive," he instructed simply.

As they glided through the city's veins toward the penthouse, Gerard glanced at Lucian through the rearview mirror and said, "Mr. Harris informed me Master Xavier has brought Mistress Asa home."

A wave of relief washed over Lucian at those words. The tightness in his chest eased as he pictured Asa safe within their walls—walls that often felt too expansive without her light to fill them.

"Thank you, Gerard," Lucian said, leaning back into the cushioned seat as anticipation replaced anxiety.

The city unfurled beneath Lucian like a canvas woven with streaks of light, the hum of its pulse reverberating through the car's tinted windows. Buildings soared toward the heavens, their glass facades reflecting the lights from the streets below. Neon signs blinked in a syncopated rhythm, each a beacon in the metropolitan night. Cars snaked through the city's arteries, their headlights streaking past in blurs of yellow and white.

Lucian watched as opulent boutiques and gleaming storefronts gave way to the more familiar grandeur of the financial district where their building reigned supreme. As they approached, the Davenport Luxe Towers loomed into view, a monolith of luxury piercing the heavens. The car descended into the underground private garage, a cavernous space where echoes of affluence reverberated off polished concrete. The parking bays held vehicles that were feats of engineering and design, but none so much as whispered the prestige of the penthouse above.

Exiting the vehicle, Lucian's boots clicked against the immaculate floor. He strode toward the elevator, its doors parting with a silent obedience that matched his mood. Inside, he was enveloped by opulence, the mirrored walls reflecting his determined visage back at him while soft classical music played from hidden speakers.

As he ascended, he envisioned the penthouse foyer, its vastness an ode to excess with marble floors polished to a mirror sheen and towering vases overflowing with exotic blooms. The air would be scented with jasmine and sandalwood, a deliberate choice to welcome and soothe.

The elevator dinged softly upon arrival, its doors gliding open to reveal reality matching his mental image. Harris stood within this realm of splendor, an anchor in his crisp butler's attire.

"Master Lucian, welcome home," Harris greeted with an incline of his head. "Master Xavier is currently with Mistress Asa."

Lucian acknowledged with a nod, feeling a familiar pull deep within his chest. He made his way through the foyer's elegance and up the sweeping staircase beyond. Each step heightened his awareness. He could sense her—Asa's sweet pheromones wafting through the air.

His body responded instinctively, alpha pheromones surging as if to claim territory yet unseen. Lucian felt it—the primal urge that whispered of possession and protection before even laying eyes on her. It was potent and unwavering, a force that tethered him irrevocably to Asa's essence. His pace quickened with every breath drawn, each one laced with her intoxicating scent that beckoned him ever forward.

Lucian's heart raced as he approached Asa's room, the scent of her pheromones growing stronger with each step. His hand gripped the doorknob, twisting it open to reveal a sight that stole his breath away.

There, on the bed, Asa lay beneath Xavier, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her with wild abandon. The air was thick with the heady mix of their pheromones, Asa's sweet scent intertwining with Xavier's potent musk. Lucian felt his own body respond, desire coursing through his veins like molten fire.

But it was Asa who captured his attention fully. She was a vision of ethereal beauty, her pale hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo of moonlight. Her skin, usually so translucent, was now flushed with passion, a delicate pink that seemed to glow from within. And her voice—oh, her voice. It filled the room with breathy moans and soft gasps, a sensual melody that made Lucian's heart ache with longing.

He stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him. As he shrugged off his coat and suit jacket, he moved toward the bed, his eyes never leaving Asa's face. She looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, and so utterly desirable.

Xavier's gaze flicked to him, a silent acknowledgment passing between the two alphas. But even as Lucian sat down on the edge of the bed, Xavier never slowed his pace, his hips snapping forward with relentless force.

As Lucian reached out to brush away the stray strands of hair that clung to her damp forehead, he marveled at the silken texture of it. It was like spun silver, fine and delicate, just like the woman it belonged to. He couldn't help but trace the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw, the arch of her brow. Each touch was a reminder of how much he had missed her, how much he had longed for this moment.

He was mesmerized by the sight of her, lost in the throes of passion. Her ethereal beauty was amplified, her delicate features painted with a flush of ecstasy. Asa's eyes were closed, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheekbones as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Unable to resist, Lucian leaned down, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. It was a whisper of a touch, a promise of more to come. She tasted like honey and sin, her mouth pliant beneath his own. He drank her in, savoring the way she trembled at his touch.

Asa's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with his. Her breath hitched, a gasp of surprise and longing escaping her as she recognized him. Her hand reached up, her fingers weaving into the strands of his hair, pulling him closer. It was an invitation that Lucian welcomed, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate, their tongues intertwining.

The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet ambrosia that he had craved for what felt like an eternity. He had missed this, missed her, with an intensity that bordered on physical pain. Each day without Asa had been an eon, a void that could only be filled by her presence.

As he kissed her, pouring every ounce of his longing into the embrace, Lucian silently vowed to never let her leave again. She was his, theirs, and he would move heaven and earth to keep her safe, to keep her by their side.

Asa's fingers tightened in his hair, her body arching up to meet his as Xavier continued his incessant thrusting. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the air heavy with the scent of their combined pheromones. It was a heady mix, one that drove Lucian's alpha instincts wild. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his own, to erase any doubt that she belonged with them.

Lucian broke away from her mouth and watched, spellbound, as Asa's body tensed and quivered, her delicate fingers clawing at the sheets, her back arching off the bed in a beautiful bow under Xavier's intense, vigorous pounding. Her lips parted in a silent cry, her eyes squeezed shut as the wave of her orgasm crashed over her. It was a sight that stole his breath away, a moment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that he would forever etch into his memory.

As Asa's body went limp, Xavier, still buried deep within her, gathered her in his arms, lifting her effortlessly. He continued to thrust into her, his pace never slowing, his grip on her hips bruising. The sight of them together, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and need was almost too much for Lucian to bear. He wanted to take his turn, to claim her as his own, but the fatigue of travel still clung to him.

With a reluctant sigh, Lucian left the room, making his way to his own en suite. He needed a moment to compose himself, to wash away the grime of travel and the ache of longing.

He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body, washing away the remnants of his journey. His mind was filled with images of Asa, her sweet scent lingering in his nostrils, her soft moans echoing in his ears.

Once finished, he wrapped himself in a silk robe, the fabric soft and luxurious against his skin. When he returned to Asa's room, his breath hitched at the sight that greeted him. Asa was seated on Xavier, her back pressed against his chest, her body moving in time with his thrusts while her eyes were closed and her head thrown back in ecstasy.

As Lucian watched them, his desire for Asa growing with each passing moment, he reached for his phone. He dialed Dominic's number, the anticipation of sharing their news with his brother making his heart race.

The call connected, and Lucian spoke, his voice low and controlled. "Dom, we have Asa back home."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then Dominic's voice came through, laced with relief and possessiveness.

"Let me see her."

Lucian obliged, switching the call to video mode. He stepped closer, the phone held steady in his hand as he angled it toward Asa and Xavier. The sight that filled the screen was one of unbridled, raw passion. Asa's body was a canvas of ecstasy, writhing in pleasure as Xavier continued his persistent rhythm. Her breasts, full and perfect, bounced with each powerful thrust of Xavier's hips, her rosy nipples taut, begging to be touched, to be tasted. Her face was a picture of bliss, her eyes closed, strands of her hair clinging to her damp forehead. She was a vision—ethereal, a goddess made flesh, a temptress that could bring even the strongest of men to their knees.

Lucian could hear Dominic's sharp intake of breath, a sound that spoke volumes of the effect Asa had on him. The sound of his brother's ragged exhale sending a shiver down Lucian's spine. It was a sound of longing, of desire, of a desperate need to be near her, to touch her, to claim her.

Lucian leaned in, his lips brushing against Asa's ear as he whispered, "Dom's on the phone, love."

At the mention of Dominic's name, Asa's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with the phone's screen. She stared at the sight of Dominic, and in that moment, a myriad of emotions played across her face—shock, surprise, love, and a hint of fear. It was a look that spoke of the depth of her feelings for Dominic, of the power he held over her.

She whimpered, "Dom," her body trembling as Xavier continued to pound into her.

Dominic's deep voice filled the room, his words a possessive growl. "Asa, my sweet Asa."

The sound of his voice was all it took to push Asa over the edge. She cried out, Dominic's name falling from her lips like a prayer, her body convulsing as another powerful orgasm ripped through her.

Xavier's fingers tightened on her hips as he thrust deeper, harder, his own body tensing as he found his release. "Fuck, Dom," he growled, his voice strained. "She's squeezing me so tight." His hips jerked, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.

Lucian chuckled, a low rumble that echoed in the room, his own desire mounting as he watched Asa's body writhe with pleasure. "Seems like the sound of your voice has quite the effect on our Asa, brother. Fuck, she's still coming."

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Lucian watched,entranced, as Asa's body convulsed, her back arching off Xavier's chest as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. As her orgasm rolled through her, Lucian could see the tremors rippling across her delicate frame, her thighs quivering against Xavier's as she rode the crest of her climax. And then, impossibly, her body tensed once more, another orgasm cresting over her as she shuddered and whimpered, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

The sight was enough to make Lucian's cock throb painfully. He ached to touch her, to taste the sweetness of her release on his tongue, to bury himself deep within her welcoming heat with a desperation that bordered on madness.

Xavier growled low in his throat again, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Asa's hips as he chased his own release. He buried his face against the curve of her neck, his lips brushing over the delicate skin as he found his peak, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan.

Reluctantly tearing his gaze away, Lucian set the phone down on the nightstand, angling it to capture the intimate scene for Dominic's viewing pleasure. With the camera rolling, Lucian shifted closer, leaning in to capture Asa's lips with his own. He could taste the sweetness of her, the flavor of her desire, and it only served to fuel his own.

She whimpered against his mouth, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her release as he coaxed her onto his lap, pulling her away from Xavier's embrace. He could feel the heat of her body, the wetness between her thighs, and it was all he could do to restrain himself. He wanted to plunge deep into her, to claim her as his own, but he knew that he needed to be patient, to savor this moment.

Her skin was feverish beneath his touch, her lips locked with his as he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving past her parted lips to taste the intoxicating sweetness of her. He could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing insistently against the curve of her backside, and he growled low in his throat, his fingers tangling in her hair as he angled her head for better access.

Lucian's hands roamed Asa's body, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her spine. He could feel the rapid flutter of her heartbeat against his palm as he stroked her, feel her melting under his slow, deliberate caresses, her body yielding to his touch as he worshipped her with a devotion that bordered on obsession, his every touch a tribute of his love for her.

As he continued to devour her mouth, his fingers found their way to her breasts, teasing and toying with her nipples until they were hard peaks. She whimpered against his lips, her body arching into his touch as she sought more.

Settling her onto her back on the bed, Lucian moved to cover her body with his own, his weight braced on his forearms. Breaking away from her lips, he trailed kisses down the slender column of her throat, his breath hot against her skin. He took his time, savoring the taste of her, the sweetness of her desire. He could hear the soft moans escaping her lips, the hitch in her breath as he nipped at the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder. When he reached her nipples, he teased and toyed with them, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peaks as his other hand found its way between her thighs.

He could feel the slick heat of her arousal, the wetness that coated his fingers as he teased her entrance. She whimpered, her hips bucking against his hand as she sought more friction, her body trembling with need. Lucian, however, was in no rush. He wanted to savor this moment, to worship her body with the slow, sensual love it deserved.

He slid one finger inside her, then another, his thumb circling her clit as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. Asa's back arched, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the pleasure. Lucian could feel her trembling against him, her body tensing as she neared the edge.

Near them, Lucian could see Xavier in his peripheral vision, his brother's eyes dark with desire as he picked up the phone, bringing it close. He was acutely aware of Dominic watching from the other side of the world, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he drank in the sight of their sweet Asa.

It was a heady feeling, knowing that his brothers were sharing in this moment with him, that they were all connected through their love for Asa. It only served to heighten Lucian's arousal, his cock throbbing with need as he continued to tease and toy with her body.

Lucian knew that he couldn't hold back much longer. He needed to be inside her, to feel the tight heat of her body wrapped around him as he claimed her as his own. With a low groan, he withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at her entrance. He could feel her heat, the wetness that coated his cock nudging against her slick folds as he prepared to plunge into her depths.

Asa moaned, her body tensing, and Lucian stilled, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. Then he began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm of agonizing slowness as he entered her. She felt incredible, her body tightening around his cock like a silky vise as he thrust into her. He could hear her moans of pleasure, could feel her body trembling beneath his, and it was all he could do to maintain control.

Xavier shifted closer, his hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from Asa's face. Lucian could see the love in his brother's eyes, the way he looked at Asa with such tenderness. He felt the same way. He loved this woman with every fiber of his being, cherished her in a way that he had never cherished anyone else.

As he continued to move inside her, he could feel the tension building, the way her body tightened around him as she neared her peak. And he knew that he was close too, that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

With a low groan, he buried himself deep inside her, his hips jerking erratically as he found his release. He could feel the warmth of her body, the way she clenched around him as she found her own peak, her soft cries filling the room as they came together.

As the last waves of pleasure ebbed away, Lucian collapsed against her. He could feel the softness of her skin beneath him, the way her heart hammered against his chest as they lay there, entwined in each other's arms.