Chapter 85: Leaving them Filled Up Again *
Silas pulled back from the kiss, his forehead resting against Chloe’s, their breaths mingling in the silver dark. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, featherlight, as if she was memorizing him by touch alone. Behind her, Anna stirred fully, her dark eyes blinking open. She saw them, saw the glow still pulsing softly in his eyes, and something quiet passed across her face. Understanding.
"Silas?" Her voice was soft, uncertain in a way he rarely heard from her.
He turned to look at her, and the love that had been threatening to burst from his chest spilled over into his gaze. "I’m here."
She reached for him, and he took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, then her palm, then the delicate skin of her wrist where her pulse fluttered like a caged bird.
Gromda shifted at the foot of the bed, her green eyes opening, watching him with that knowing stillness she carried. She didn’t speak. She simply reached out and laid her massive hand on his ankle, a grounding weight and an anchor.
"I love you," he said, the words falling from him like water finding its level. He looked at each of them in turn. "I love you, Chloe. I love you, Anna. I love you, Gromda. I don’t know how to say it any other way. I don’t have beautiful words. I just have this."
He pressed his hand to his chest, over his heart. "It’s yours. All of it. Forever."
Anna’s eyes welled with tears. She crawled across the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress, until she could cup his face in her hands and kiss him, slow and tender, her lips lingering as if she wanted to memorize the shape of his mouth.
"I love you too," she breathed against his lips. "I’ve loved you for so long I forgot what it felt like not to."
Chloe pressed herself against his side, her lips finding his shoulder, his neck, the shell of his ear. "And I love you. From the first moment you looked at me like I was something worth protecting."
Gromda rose, moving up the bed with a grace that belied her size. She settled beside him, her body warm and solid, her hand coming to rest on his chest, over his heart. "My mate," she rumbled, the words thick with feeling. "My heart."
Silas lay back, pulling them with him, arranging them around him like they were the most precious things in the universe. Because they were. Anna curled into his left side, her head on his shoulder, her hand tracing lazy patterns across his chest. Chloe tucked herself against his right, her leg hooking over his, her lips pressing gentle kisses to his jaw. Gromda settled above him, her massive form cradling his head between her breasts, her fingers carding through his hair.
For a long moment, they simply lay there, touching, and breathing.
Then Silas turned his head and pressed a kiss to Gromda’s sternum, right above her heart. She shuddered, a low sound rumbling in her chest. His hand slid up Chloe’s side, over the curve of her hip, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His fingers found Anna’s, intertwining, squeezing gently.
"I want to be close to you," he whispered. "All of you. As close as I can get."
Chloe lifted her head, her blue eyes searching his. "We’re right here."
"Closer," he said, and there was something vulnerable in his voice. "I need to feel you. Every part of you."
Anna understood first. She shifted, climbing over him, straddling his hips but not taking him inside her. Not yet. She leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep, her tongue sliding against his with unhurried tenderness. When she pulled back, her eyes were soft.
"Like this?"
He nodded, his throat tight.
She reached down and guided him to her entrance, but she didn’t sink onto him. She held him there, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds, teasing, and waiting.
"Tell me what you need," she whispered.
"You," he breathed. "Just you. Just this."
She lowered herself slowly, inch by excruciating inch, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was overwhelming, not just the physical feeling of her heat enveloping him, but the emotional weight of it. She was giving herself to him, completely, without reservation.
When she was fully seated, she paused, letting him adjust, letting the moment stretch. Her hands rested on his chest, her fingers splayed over his heartbeat.
"I can feel you," she murmured. "Inside me. I can feel how much you love me."
His hands found her hips, not gripping, just resting, just holding. "Always."
She began to move, but it wasn’t like before. There was no desperation here, no frantic need. Her hips rolled in slow, languid circles, grinding against him, drawing out every sensation until he could barely breathe. Chloe shifted beside him, her lips finding his nipple, her tongue tracing a lazy circle around it. Gromda’s hand slid down his arm, her fingers intertwining with his, holding him like he was something precious.
"I want to taste you," Chloe murmured against his skin. "While you’re inside her."
She moved down the bed, her lips trailing across his stomach, his hip, until she was positioned between his and Anna’s joined bodies. She looked up at them, her blue eyes dark with desire, and then she lowered her head, her tongue sliding along his shaft where it disappeared into Anna’s body.
The sensation was electric. Anna’s walls clenched around him as Chloe’s tongue pressed against her clit, and her rhythm faltered, a soft cry escaping her lips.
"Chloe~"
"Keep going," Chloe said, her voice muffled but clear. "Don’t stop. I want to feel you both come."
Gromda shifted, positioning herself beside Silas’s head, her thick thigh sliding across his cheek. He turned, his lips finding her inner thigh, pressing kisses there, working his way up. She gasped when his tongue found her, when he parted her folds and tasted her, slow and reverent.
The four of them moved together, a symphony of slow, deliberate pleasure. Anna rode him with gentle undulations, her breath coming in soft sighs. Chloe’s tongue worked between them, lapping at both their joined flesh, her moans vibrating against Silas’s sensitive skin. Gromda’s hips rocked against his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair, her guttural purrs filling the room.
"I’m close," Anna whispered, her voice trembling. "Silas, I’m so close."
"Let go," he breathed, his hands guiding her hips, matching her rhythm. "I’ve got you. I’ve always got you."
She came with a soft, shuddering cry, her body clenching around him in waves, her forehead falling to his chest. He held her through it, his arms wrapping around her, his lips pressing kisses to her hair. Chloe lapped at her through the aftershocks, drawing out her pleasure until Anna whimpered from oversensitivity.
Then Chloe climbed up, her body glistening, and positioned herself over his face. She lowered herself onto his mouth, and he tasted Anna on her, tasted the mingling of their bodies. She rocked against his tongue, her hands braced on the headboard, her white hair falling around them like a curtain.
"Your turn," Anna whispered, sliding off him and taking his still-hard length in her hand. She guided him to Chloe’s entrance from below, and he pushed up into her as she lowered herself onto his mouth.
The position was intimate, awkward, perfect. Chloe rode his face while Anna guided him into her from behind, her hand stroking his shaft as she pushed inside. He was surrounded by them, consumed by them, and he never wanted to leave.
Gromda moved behind Chloe, her massive body pressing against Chloe’s back, her hands cupping Chloe’s breasts, her lips finding Chloe’s neck. The orc woman’s hips ground against Chloe’s ass, creating a rhythm that pushed Chloe deeper onto Silas’s cock and harder against his mouth.
The room filled with sounds, soft moans, whispered endearments, the wet sounds of their joining. There was no rush. No urgency. Just four people, tangled together, giving and receiving pleasure with the kind of tenderness that only came from deep, abiding love.
Chloe came first, her body arching, her cry muffled by her own hand as she spilled across Silas’s tongue. He drank her down, savoring the taste of her, and then Gromda followed, her release triggered by Chloe’s convulsions, her roar shaking the walls as she came against Silas’s mouth.
He pulled out of Chloe and turned, his body moving on instinct, reaching for Gromda. She understood. She lay back, her massive thighs falling open, and he crawled between them, positioning himself at her entrance.
"Mi amor," he whispered, the words foreign on his tongue but feeling right. "My heart."
She cupped his face, her green eyes soft, her thumb tracing his lower lip. "My mate."
He pushed into her slowly, the sheer size of her body swallowing him, her heat enveloping him completely. She was different from the others, deeper, tighter, her inner walls gripping him with a strength that bordered on overwhelming. But he moved with her, finding a rhythm that made her gasp, that made her claws dig into his shoulders without breaking skin.
Anna pressed against his back, her lips on his spine, her hands sliding around his waist to stroke him where he joined with Gromda. Chloe lay beside them, her hand finding Gromda’s, their fingers intertwining.
"Look at us," Anna whispered against his skin. "Look at what we have."
Silas looked. Chloe’s blue eyes, bright with unshed tears. Anna’s warm brown gaze, full of quiet devotion. Gromda’s ancient green eyes, seeing through him, into him, loving what she found there.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "All of you. So beautiful."
Gromda’s climax came like the dawn, slow and inevitable, building until it crested and washed over her in waves. He felt her release, felt her inner walls ripple around him, and he let himself go, spilling into her with a groan that came from somewhere deep and primal and true.
He collapsed onto her, his head finding the curve of her shoulder, his breath ragged. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him close, and the other two pressed in around them, creating a cocoon of warmth and love and belonging.
The moonlight shifted across the ceiling, the hours passing unnoticed, as they lay there, tangled and sated and utterly, completely whole.