16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Lumen

I pull Lexia to me for a kiss.

"I think we have an audience," I whisper to her.

Her body tenses slightly. "Really?"

"You should invite him in."

Her eyes flick to the side, as if she's trying to get a glimpse of Vesperon, who is lazily thrusting in and out of her ass. I feel his cock inside, sliding against mine between Lexia's thin walls.

"I—"

"What are you worried about?" I ask, kissing the tip of her nose. "We need this."

She blinks slowly, biting on her bottom lip.

Vesperon leans forward, cupping both her breasts and tugging on her nipples. She moans softly as he pulls her back, putting her back to his front and still thrusting inside. I run my hands up and down her thighs, watching her pussy swallow my cock greedily.

"Lexia," I say softly, wanting to remind her of what I just said.

Vesperon is too lost in her to worry about what I am saying, but when she doesn't answer, I turn it over to him.

"Ves," I call. He hums an acknowledgment, his mouth on her neck. "The grey needs to join."

"He does," he agrees, dragging his nose along her neck. He kisses her jaw as his hands wrap around her stomach.

He loses sight of everything when he's inside her, and I can't blame him. She feels amazing. But he hardly has his head on straight. You could ask him to do anything, and he would do it.

I help Lexia off me. Vesperon refuses to pull out of her, so he goes with her. When they are beside me, her now on her hands and knees, I get up and head to the door. Slate hasn't been watching for a few moments, but he was watching long enough. I noticed him the moment he showed. I'm surprised when I find him leaning against the wall beside the door. He looks just as surprised to see me.

"I was—"

I grab him by the throat, stepping close to him. "What you were about to say, is it more important than going into that room with me?" I ask, my mouth inches from his.

His eyes widen the slightest bit, and he shakes his head.

"Then don't speak—and walk."

I release him and step back. Slate swallows hard before walking into the room. He stops a few feet from the bed, and I stop behind him. My hands go to the hem of his shirt, and I tug it over his head. Staying behind him, I reach around him for his jeans' button and undo it, then slide his pants down until he is naked.

Keeping my arms around him, I trail my hands along his abs and over his chest, flicking his nipples. He sighs in relief. I step closer, crushing my cock against his firm ass.

Slate is an attractive human. Most people would think so.

"Do you like watching?" I whisper in his ear as I slide my hand down to wrap around his hard cock. Clearly the answer is yes, but I want to hear him say it.

"Very much."

"Is that why you were spying?" I tease.

"Yes."

I like that he doesn't deny it or try to hide what he was doing. That he just admits he likes what he saw and wanted more.

I stroke him slowly, lazily, until his hips thrust into my hand, and I stop.

"You're playing games," he says, the annoyance loud and clear.

"Get used to it."

I grab his cock again, and laugh when I feel his body tensing, no doubt stopping himself from thrusting into my hand because he knows I'll stop.

"You're a quick learner," I tell him.

"Get used to it," he mimics, making me smile.

"Do you like being fucked in the ass, Slate?" I ask him. His cock pulses in my hand, but that isn't enough of an answer for me.

"Yes."

"Good. Because I am going to bend you over the bed and fuck you so hard your obliteration couldn't erase it from your mind."

"Fuck," he hisses under his breath.

I walk him to the bed and not so easily push him to the mattress face first. He lands perpendicular to Ves and Lexia. Vesperon is so lost in fucking our mate that he doesn't notice I am here with Slate, but Lexia's eyes widen when she turns her head to face us.

"Vesperon, help me out," I say, holding my hand out. He brings his gaze to me, eyes blinking a few times when he spots Slate on the bed. His gaze goes to my hand and then to my cock that is inches from Slate's ass. Ves says nothing, but pulls his dick out, bringing it to my hand. His hole is dripping like a faucet, and once my cupped hand is full, I pour it along Slate's ass and cover my cock in it.

"I'm not going easy on you, grey," I tell him as Ves slips back inside Lexia, who whimpers.

"Wouldn't want you to," Slate says, gripping the sheets.

I'm not worried about going easy with him because I don't have to. His form isn't permanent like mine, meaning he can shift, similar to Vesperon, but in a different way. Vesperon can shift into any shape, like water or air. Only he has the ability to control it. My form is my form. This is who I am when I come to this realm. Slate has more constraints. He can take the form of any human, meaning his body is more pliable. He will easily take my cock and it will not hurt him. At least, not unless that is what he wants.

When I press the tip of my cock to his hole, he's already trying to pull me in. I slide in with ease, both of us groaning a sound of relief.

"Had I known you felt this good, I'd have fucked you sooner."

I slam into him, hard and fast. His moans are low, his pleads erotic. I don't want this ending so soon, so I slow and pull his back to my front.

"Bring Lexia here," I say to Vesperon.

He lifts her with ease and places her on her back in front of us. Bringing her legs up and against his chest, he wraps his arm around them and slides back into her.

"Put his cock in your mouth, darling," I tell Lexia.

Shifting so her head is off the edge of the bed—a position Vesperon and I love for her—she opens wide, and Slate wastes no time sliding into her mouth. His cock is thick like mine, and Lexia does her best to take what she can.

They have to mate. It is needed. It doesn't have to happen right this second, with all of us here, but it needs to happen for the sake of the prophecy. Maybe this will take the edge off for everyone and make things easier. If they are already comfortable with each other in the bedroom, the mating could happen sooner. Someone needs to give them a push in the right direction, and it clearly won't be Vesperon. Which leaves only me.

"Gods above," Slate groans, his head coming to rest on my shoulder as his nails dig into my forearms.

"Her mouth feels good," I whisper in his ear.

"Yes."

"She's going to make you come," I tell him.

"Yes."

Looking over his shoulder, I watch the way she swallows Slate's cock, her hands digging into the sheets to hold on while Ves pounds into her. He's really fucking her now, and his gaze flicking to Slate now and then tells me it's because he is angry Slate is here. Well, it doesn't seem Lexia is minding the harsh fucking, so maybe this is a good thing.

Maybe all Vesperon and Slate need is a good hate fucking and they'll get over their issues. I have no issue planting that seed in Vesperon's head.

I fuck Slate slowly because I'm close. Lexia has already come twice and Vesperon once. I prefer to hold back because it makes the orgasm better. I have no problems going more than once, but even if it's two or three times, I don't want them to be quick.

"Play with her cunt," I tell Slate, urging him forward.

He slips his hand between her thighs, stroking her swollen clit with two fingers, causing her to whimper.

"He makes our mate feel good," Ves says approvingly.

"Yes, he does," I agree, running my hand up and down his back in a soothing motion.

"Her pussy is so tight around my cock," Vesperon adds.

"And when Slate makes her come, she will squeeze you even more," I say.

Ves groans, turning his thrusts into more of a grind. Slate strokes her clit, and her body quivers. She whimpers again.

"I'm so close," Slate grits out, his legs shaking.

"She comes first," I growl.

"Yes," he agrees.

Lexia's movements become jerky as she gets closer to orgasm number three.

"She is going to make me come again," Vesperon says.

"Fuck, I need you to come," Slate says, urging Lexia on. "Please come so I can."

Her back arches from the bed then, her body tensing.

"Thank the gods," Slate whispers, thrusting harder into her mouth. "I'm going to come now."

When he does, his ass tightens around me, pulling my orgasm from me. I ride it out, thrusting into his ass and filling him with my seed. He hisses at the heat of it, likely not expecting it. The fact it does not burn him too much only proves he is my mate too.

The room is filled with panting, moans, and groans as we somehow all come at the same time.

I take a stumbling step back when Slate pulls out of Lexia's mouth. She gasps for breath. Vesperon fixes her on the bed, bringing her head to the pillows so she is more comfortable.

"Good job," I whisper to Slate, running my hand over his soft hair as I pull out of him. He sounds almost disappointed when I do.

We should shower. The bed is an absolute mess, bodily fluids all over it. Seems like a bit of everyone's, but I'm still exhausted so I find a dry spot and lie down, patting the side for Slate to join. He stares at me, not moving. His gaze darts to Ves, who is wrapped around Lexia on the other side of me. He has no problem sleeping in all his cum because his body soaks it all back up. If the soft snores are any indication, I think she's already sleeping again.

I raise a brow when he doesn't move. "Slate," I say in warning.

Maybe he just needs a firm hand. Maybe he doesn't need us being nice and offering. Maybe he needs to be told.

His shoulders fall and he moves around the bed and climbs in beside me.