Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Alaric

If ever there was a moment that I want to snapshot and keep forever, it’s this one. Ursa’s hand around the base of my cock. Zuri’s mouth closing around the head. The two of them so close together. For the first time since this all started, I’m completely at peace. It didn’t even take Ursa beating me to get me there. The background buzz of my thoughts and guilt eases with each inch Zuri takes.

I meet Ursa’s eyes and, fuck, I almost blow right then and there.

She looks happy, too. Yeah, she’s got her Domme face on and her grip is unyielding even as Zuri sucks more of me into her mouth, but there’s something soft in Ursa’s eyes that I’ve never seen before. Like she’s let down a layer of wall that I’ve been fighting to get over for so long, I’d lost all hope of it.

I reach down and cup her face. “I love you.”

She raises her brows. “Zuri must be doing something right if you’re talking like that.”

I shake my head. “Don’t do that.” It’s an effort to push the pleasure away, to speak through the need to move. “I mean what I say, Ursa. I love you.”

She parts her lips like she’s going to keep arguing but finally smiles a little. “Show me. Fuck her mouth.”

I try not to let disappointment take hold. Of course she didn’t say it back. She might be quickly becoming my world, she might care about me enough to let me into her home, but I’m still the guy she fucked on the side while living her life alone. It’ll take time to let me in.

And Zuri?

I look down at her big brown eyes and, fuck it, I’m already putting all my shit out there. No reason to stop now. “I love you, too, Zuri.” I thrust a little when she starts to retreat. “Don’t argue with me. Just suck my cock like Ursa told you to.”

She glares a little, but there’s no heat behind it. Especially when Ursa gathers her long dark-red hair back into her fist and holds her immobile. “Now, Alaric.”

I start slow. Slow enough that Ursa glares, a silent command to stop dicking around. I stroke Zuri’s jaw, urging her to relax into it, and then I pick up my pace, sliding into her mouth nearly far enough to gag her before retreating. Over and over again. It feels so fucking good, too fucking good for me to last even with all my training. No one undoes me like these two women. “Mistress, I’m close.”

“Then stop holding back.” Ursa leans forward, bringing Zuri with her, urging her down my cock until she gags. She lets the other woman retreat, pulling her off my cock. “You can take it, can’t you, love?”

Zuri licks her lips, tears streaming from her eyes. “Yes, Mistress.” She sounds halfway to subspace and we’ve barely done anything yet.

“Now.”

I stop holding back.

It’s rough and dirty and Zuri is moaning and crying and, fuck, it’s so hot that I’m fighting not to release. I almost manage to hold out. Until I look down and realize that Ursa has her fingers in Zuri’s pussy. The sight of it shoves me over the edge. I come hard, hard enough to buckle my knees, and Zuri drinks down every bit. And then she keeps sucking my cock, interspersed with little licks that have me moaning and easing back. “Jesus.”

“He has nothing to do with it.” Ursa pulls me down onto the couch next to them, though she doesn’t stop playing with Zuri’s pussy. “Lean back, love.”

I settle in next to them and watch Zuri relax back against Ursa, submitting to everything she’s doing to her without question. This is how it could be with us. How it will be. The rest of it will figure itself out. We have the foundation.

It might be a foundation built on a lot of bullshit, but the bones are good. It wouldn’t be this easy for the three of us to be together if that weren’t the case. Even as the effects of my orgasm fade, the feeling in my chest only gets stronger. Ursa will say that my declaration was because Zuri had her mouth around my cock, but it’s not the truth.

I love them.

I don’t give a shit about timelines or what’s reasonable or all the other things Ursa will try to bring up to prove that I don’t really feel what I feel. It doesn’t change the truth. They wouldn’t twist me up the way they do in their own individual ways if I didn’t love them. Love is messy and beautiful and claws through me harsher than hate ever has. Infatuation isn’t anywhere near as intense, no matter what it feels like in the first throes of it. This is love. I know this is love.

Ursa kisses Zuri’s neck. “Come, love. You earned it this time.”

I watch as she winds Zuri tighter and tighter, until her expression morphs into a bliss that looks almost like pain and she shudders. Ursa angles her back and kisses her. Despite my coming recently, the sight has my cock hardening again. Fuck, but they’re beautiful. So different, and so flawless in their own ways.

Ursa breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Sometime soon, I would like to put on a show in here.” Her lips curve. “You and Zuri on that stage.”

“Yes.”

Zuri shivers. “I think I’d like that.”

“I know you would.” Ursa gives her another kiss and breaks it reluctantly. “I had further plans tonight, but…” She seems to steel herself. “I would like us to go home and sleep together.”

Zuri goes perfectly still, her eyes widening. Even in such a short time, she understands how rare this is. Since she doesn’t seem eager to break the ensuing silence, I do it for us. “In your bed.”

“In my bed.”

I’m already pushing to my feet. “Let’s go.”

Ursa blinks at me, looking surprised. “You’re awfully eager, lover.”

“No shit, I’m eager. I want to sleep next to you. Both of you.” I love fucking them. Love it. But Ursa is offering an intimacy I’ve been denied until now. I’m not going to give her a chance to change her mind.

I help Zuri climb to her feet. She still looks a little dazed. We guide her back into her dress and she submits, though it’s obvious from her face that she’s thinking really hard about something. I want to press her. Both Ursa and I have made huge strides tonight, and I want Zuri there with us. That’s not how shit works, though. She’ll either bridge the last distance between us when she’s ready…or she won’t. Either way, neither Ursa nor I have any real control over what her final decision is.

We leave the room and head back down the hallway to the public playroom. Ursa slows and stops, and I follow her gaze to the public scene going on right now. I instantly recognize Gaeton and Isabelle Belmonte, youngest of the Belmonte sisters who rule to territory bordering Ursa’s to the north-west. Gaeton has Isabelle bent over one of the couches, and her face is in the lap of their third, Beast, sucking his cock like her life depends on it.

“Perhaps we’ll stay to watch the rest of the show.”

I snort. “You just want to fuck with them when they look up and see you there.”

Her smile is downright wicked. “Power plays, lover. They’re not just for the bedroom. Come.” She strides to an empty couch facing where the three are doing their public scene and sinks onto it, motioning for me to sit next to her and then guiding Zuri onto my lap. “You’ve both pleased me tonight. You may play until they’re finished. Don’t forget the condom.”

I look at Zuri. “Do you want to watch?”

She kisses me. Which is an answer itself. I shift down to lie across the couch with my head resting in Ursa’s lap. She raises her eyebrows at me, and I grin. “It’s a better angle.”

Ursa rolls her eyes and leans back against the couch, turning her attention to the scene playing out in the center of the room. But she sifts her fingers through my hair, lightly dragging her nails over my scalp.

I dig out a condom from my pocket, and Zuri rushes to free my cock, her expression intent. We’ve already teased enough tonight; I want inside her as much as she seems to want me there. I roll the condom on and she barely lets me get my hand out of the way before she sinks onto my cock, working herself down my length until it’s sheathed to the hilt. She braces her hands on my chest and starts to move, rolling her hips as she rides me.

I’ve played publicly in the Underworld more times than I can count, usually submitting to one Dominant or another. I’ve been beaten, tormented, fucked until I’m damn near unconscious, and I’ve loved every second of it.

None of it compares to this moment. Of Zuri riding my cock with her dress bunched up around her waist, with me on my back and mostly dressed, with Ursa commanding the entire experience without saying a word.

Without taking her eyes off the other scene, Ursa reaches over and presses her free hand to Zuri’s lower stomach, circling her clit with her thumb. Zuri moans and picks up her pace.

“Slow,” Ursa murmurs. “Enjoy yourself, love. Gaeton can last a very long time; no need to rush.”

I turn my head enough to see them. Isabelle is relatively new to the club, but she’s jumped in like a fish to water. Both Gaeton and Beast have been regulars for a long time. I’ve scened with both of them, though Gaeton more than Beast. And yeah, Gaeton can last for hours when he’s feeling particularly motivated. He drives into Isabelle from behind, and I can see how red her ass is even from this angle. He squeezes her cheeks with every thrust, and she’s writhing and moaning around Beast’s cock.

It’s hot as fuck.

Even hotter to be watching while engaged in our own little scene.

Zuri obeys Ursa’s command, slowing down until she’s barely moving. The little circles she makes with her hips have me gripping her, though even I can’t tell if I’m hanging on or trying to guide her movements. It doesn’t matter. Ursa has things well in hand.

“We have an audience.” She speaks softly, just for us, even as she keeps stroking Zuri’s clit. “She doesn’t fuck you like a little virgin, does she, Alaric?” She keeps speaking, obviously not requiring a response. “No, she fucks you like a little slut.”

There’s something about us having sex, my head on Ursa’s thigh, while she plays with Zuri’s clit, all without looking at either of us… It threatens to incinerate me. It’s like we’re an afterthought, like us rutting right here, the wet sound of Zuri’s pussy taking my cock doesn’t matter in the least. Like it’s barely worth noting.

Because we’re hers.

I grit my teeth. “I’m close.”

“No, you’re not.” She tugs on my hair and finally looks down at me. “Zuri will ride you until she’s finished and you will not come until I give permission. Do you understand?”

I stare up into her face, enraptured. “Yes, Mistress.”

“You say ‘yes, Mistress’ and then you disappoint me. Don’t do it tonight.” She gives my hair a sharper tug. “Hold still, Alaric. Let her use you. That’s what you need, isn’t it? You love playing the toy just as much as our Zuri does. Little sluts, both of you. So ready to fuck where anyone can watch.” Ursa sighs as if she’s losing her patience. “Might as well make it worth everyone’s while.” She reaches up and yanks Zuri’s dress down, baring her breasts, and then goes back to playing with her clit.

Zuri slows down even further, the little tease. She arches back and braces her hands on my thighs, putting her full body on display. I knew she was an exhibitionist, but this is just further confirmation. She gets off on knowing people are watching, on knowing that they want her.

“That was an invitation, lover. You know how she loves her breasts played with.”

I skate my hands up Zuri’s sides and cup her breasts. I’m rougher than I mean to be, but Zuri grinds down on my cock and moans loudly. A reminder that our girl appreciates a little hurt. I pinch her nipples, testing her. Harder and harder, as her strokes become more frantic, her head tilting back and her long fall of hair moving over my thighs.

Ursa pinches Zuri’s clit and then she’s coming, loud and messy enough to turn heads. Ursa shifts her hand down to grip my cock around the base. “Now you may come.”

I drive up, fucking Ursa’s hand, fucking Zuri’s pussy. Again and again, until I can’t hold back any longer. I come, pulling Zuri down onto my length, onto Ursa’s hand, as I empty myself into the condom.

I drag Zuri down for a kiss, losing myself in the taste of her. She finally eases off my cock and rises up to kiss Ursa, too. Then she grimaces. “I’d like to clean up before we leave.”

“Of course.” Ursa motions to the doorway on the other side of the room. “There are bathrooms and the like through there. Don’t tarry.”

“Yes, Mistress.” She presses another quick kiss to Ursa’s lips and then climbs off me.

I get up long enough to dispose of the condom and then rejoin Ursa on the couch. She has a pensive look on her face. I take her hand and lace my fingers through hers. “I meant it.”

“Alaric—”

“I meant it,” I repeat. “I mean it. I love you.”

She exhales slowly, studying my face. “I…love you, too.” The words sound jagged, as if she’s forced them out. “It’s not easy admitting it, but it’s the truth.”

“I know.” It’s there in every touch, in the way she takes care of me, in her offer to share her bed tonight and in the future. I lean in and kiss her. “I’m keeping you, Ursa. I’m yours and you’re mine. No matter what else happens.”

When I lean back, she has a vulnerable look in her dark eyes. For the first time since I’ve met her she doesn’t immediately mask it with a careful smile. She just lets me witness it. Ursa cups my face in her hands. “You’re a gift, Alaric. No matter what else you believe about yourself, believe that. You’re priceless to me.”

In that moment, I believe her.

Completely. Truly. Without reservation.