The Door He Did Not Knock

I had the house to myself for the first time in weeks. Varek had gone to an overnight medical appointment across the city. The nurses would handle him until morning. I locked the bedroom door out of habit, even though no one else was home, and sat on the edge of the bed in my thin nightdress.

The ache between my legs had been growing for days. It always did when the nights stretched too long and too quiet. I told myself I would only take the edge off. Nothing more. My hand slid under the fabric and found me already wet. I pushed two fingers inside and let my head fall back. Slow at first. Then deeper. My thumb brushed my clit and a soft sound escaped my throat. I spread my legs wider and worked myself with the kind of desperate rhythm I only allowed when I was completely alone.

I was so close. My hips lifted off the mattress. My breath came short and uneven. The pleasure built fast and sharp.

The door opened.

Kael Thorn stood in the doorway. He did not look away. His dark eyes moved straight to where my hand was buried between my thighs. For a second pure shame hit me so hard I could barely breathe. I yanked my fingers out and scrambled for the blanket.

“Kael… I thought I locked the door. Please. This is so embarrassing. I am sorry.”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The click of the lock sounded loud in the quiet room. He looked at me with those hungry eyes and his voice came low and rough.

“Do not be sorry, Lyra. You do not have to hide anymore. I see how much you need this.”

I sat up, still trying to pull the nightdress down. “You should not see me like this. It is wrong.”

He walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed. “It is not wrong. You have been fighting it for too long. Let me help you. Let me take care of that ache.”

He pulled the blanket away. Cool air touched my bare skin. His eyes moved over every inch of me. Fresh heat rushed between my legs under that stare.

“Kael…”

He leaned in and kissed me. His mouth was warm and demanding. His tongue pushed inside and I moaned against him. The kiss deepened. His hand slid under the nightdress and cupped my breast. He squeezed, then pinched my hard nipple until I gasped.

“You are so beautiful when you are like this,” he said against my lips. “So wet and needy.”

He pushed the nightdress up to my neck and lowered his head. His mouth closed around my left breast. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the nipple again and again. I grabbed his hair and arched into him. Pleasure shot straight down to my core.

He moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention while his hand slid between my legs. Two thick fingers pushed easily into my dripping pussy. He fucked me with them slowly, curling to hit the spot that made my thighs shake.

“You are soaking for me,” he growled. “This tight little pussy has been waiting.”

I moaned louder. My hips moved against his hand. “It feels so good…”

He kissed down my stomach and settled between my thighs. He spread me wide and looked at me for a long moment. Then he buried his face there. His tongue licked long and slow from my entrance up to my swollen clit. He sucked the bud into his mouth and flicked it fast while his fingers kept thrusting inside me.

“Fuck,” I cried out, trying to keep my voice down.

Kael ate me like a man who had been starving. Wet sounds filled the room. I grabbed his head and ground against his mouth. The pleasure climbed higher and higher.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said between licks. “Come on my tongue, Lyra. Let go.”

I was right there. My legs started shaking. Just as the orgasm began to break over me the bedroom door opened again.

Draven Wolfe stepped inside. “I heard noises. Is everything—”

He stopped. Kael was still between my legs, mouth on my pussy. My nightdress was pushed up, breasts exposed, face flushed with pleasure.

A slow smile spread across Draven’s face. “Well. Looks like the fun has already started. Do not stop on my account, Kael. I think it is time I join you and take care of our girl properly.”

He closed the door and locked it. Then he walked toward the bed, eyes full of heat, already pulling his shirt over his head.

Kael lifted his head just enough to speak. “Get over here then.”

Draven climbed onto the mattress. He cupped my face and kissed me hard while Kael went back to licking me. I could taste myself on Kael’s mouth when he rose up to kiss me too. Two tongues. Two pairs of hands. My body did not know which way to turn.

Draven freed his cock and brushed the head across my lips. “Open.”

I opened my mouth and he slid inside. The weight of him on my tongue made me moan. He fucked my mouth in slow strokes while Kael pushed two fingers back inside me and sucked my clit again. I came hard, crying out around Draven’s cock. My whole body shook. Kael licked me through every wave until I twitched from the sensitivity.

“My turn,” Draven said. He pulled out of my mouth and moved down. Kael shifted aside. Draven did not tease. He hooked my knees over his arms and drove into my pussy in one long thrust. The stretch pulled a broken sound from my throat. He set a steady, deep rhythm that hit every sensitive place inside me.

Kael guided my hand to his cock. I stroked him while Draven fucked me. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. I was so full. So used. So far past shame that I only wanted more.

They switched without speaking. Kael took Draven’s place and fucked me harder from the start. Draven moved up and fed his cock back into my mouth so I could taste myself on him. They worked together, one filling my pussy, one filling my mouth, until I came again with a muffled sob.

Kael flipped me onto my hands and knees. He entered me from behind and set a rough pace. Draven knelt in front of me and I took him willingly. The bed rocked. My breasts swung with every thrust. Kael reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles.

“One more,” he ordered. “Give it to us.”

The third orgasm ripped through me so hard my arms almost gave out. Kael pulled out and finished across my back. Draven followed a moment later, spilling on my tongue. I swallowed what I could and collapsed onto the sheets, breathing hard.

They settled on either side of me. Hands stroked my skin. Mouths pressed lazy kisses to my shoulders. For a few minutes the only sound was our breathing.

Kael brushed damp hair from my face. “We are not done with you, Lyra. Not even close.”

Draven’s hand rested on my hip, possessive. “Sleep while you can.”

I let my eyes drift shut. When I opened them again I caught a tiny red light blinking high in the corner near the ceiling, half hidden by the curtain. My stomach dipped. Probably just an old security camera. Still, something cold mixed with the heat still pulsing between my legs.

A soft creak sounded in the hallway right outside the door, like someone shifting their weight after standing still for a long time.