I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 115: Chapter 115

Lysander’s pov

He pulled away from the kiss, his glowing eyes pinned to mine, watching the dark desire taking over my face. He trailed slow, wet kisses down my stomach, his tongue sliding down to the band of my briefs.

A dark smirk touched his lips as he looked at the hard bulge straining against the fabric. Slowly, he tugged the silk down, letting my raging length spring free into the cool air. Drake cupped my cock in his hand, giving it a firm, rhythmic pump while pressing a hot kiss against my pelvic bone. I thrust my hips into his grip on pure instinct.

Instead of giving my length his undivided attention, Drake slid lower, placing wet, lingering kisses down my inner thigh before suddenly biting the soft flesh.

A shaky, breathless sigh tore from my throat. "Don’t tease me..." I gasped out, my voice trembling.

He let out a low, dark tsk, his red eyes flashing with wicked amusement. "You don’t tell me what to do, little bird."

I immediately sealed my mouth shut, my face flushing hot. I couldn’t predict the repercussions of pushing him, but somehow, deep down, I was inexplicably eager to find out.

Not yet, though.

Right now, I only wanted to drown in this unbelievable feeling, to breathe in the dark, heavy air of what we were doing.

Drake moved lower, kissing his way down to the base of my length. He took my sack into his mouth, roughly sucking on the sensitive skin while his hand stroked my shaft in a matching, ferocious rhythm.

I was on the verge of losing my mind entirely. I had never imagined such intense pleasure could exist in the world. I vaguely understood why people lost themselves to high-blood mates, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone who didn’t possess this absolute, dark mastery.

Drake slid his mouth up to take my cock deep inside. His broad hand reached behind me, his fingers digging into my hips to pull me flush against his face.

I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair to hold him steady. My head fell back against the stone wall, my neck arching so hard it hurt in the best possible way. Drake took me all the way down to his throat, his head bobbing over me in a rhythm that blew my mind completely.

Keeping his mouth over me, Drake brought a hand up, pressing two of his fingers into my mouth. I licked his knuckles instinctively, coating his fingers until they were wet and slick. I wasn’t entirely sure what he needed, but it was the first thing my hazy mind thought to do.

Drake withdrew his wet fingers and pressed one against my tight opening behind me. My whole body tensed. Drake tapped my inner thigh softly, a low growl soothing me until I loosened up. Slowly, he slipped his finger inside.

A sharp hiss escaped my teeth. The sudden stretch was intense, but Drake’s warm mouth never stopped working over my length. I was already teetering right on the edge, and as he slid his finger deeper, my breath broke. I came hard into his mouth, my hips trembling violently.

Drake swirled his finger inside to keep me loose and open before sliding it out. Reaching onto the small bedside table beside us, he grabbed a bottle of clear lubricant.

My eyes widened as I caught my breath, my mind suddenly catching up. "D... Drake, what are you doing?"

"Shh... relax, little bird," he murmured, his voice a deep, reassuring velvet against my ear. "I will take care of you."

He released my length with a wet pop, gently turning me around so I was facing the wall, leaning forward with my hips arched back in a standing doggy position.

Drake pressed one of his slick fingers against my opening again, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over my sensitive entrance before sliding inside. I tensed for a second, but Drake leaned over my back, placing light, feathery kisses along my spine until my muscles melted.

Drake’s free hand reached around my hip, grabbing my cock once again. Despite having just released, my length immediately throbbed hard and fully erect under his touch, as if I hadn’t just come seconds ago.

He pumped my shaft while sliding his finger in and out of my wet opening. A shameless, breathless moan tore from my throat—I sounded like a creature in heat, entirely unable to control the sounds leaving my mouth. The double sensation was too much, and within moments, I came again, my hips shaking against the wall.

Drake pulled his fingers out, a victorious, predatory smirk gracing his handsome face as he looked down at me.

I was completely spent, my chest heaving, yet a dark, unsated hunger still thrummed in my veins. When Drake tried to stand up to gather his control, I reached out on instinct, grabbing him by the front of his open shirt, looking back at him with a wide, wanton gaze.

"Please, Drake... I’m ready," I whispered, my voice trembling with raw desperate need. "Put it in."

Drake shook his head almost immediately, his jaw tight. "No, little bird. You are not ready."

I wiggled my hips against his front, rubbing my inner thighs together as my hyper-sensitive cock brushed against his abdomen, making me let out a sharp hiss.

"Please, Drake..."

Drake squeezed his eyes shut as his name left my lips in that desperate, breathy whine. His iron self-control was visibly cracking. He wanted to handle me with care and pretend it was our first time but it was a losing battle.

He took a deep, steadying breath, opening his eyes to give me a firm, final refusal—

"Fuck," Drake swore darkly under his breath.

He froze as he looked down. I had reached behind myself, dipping my own wet fingers down to stretch my own opening, opening myself up for him, desperate to have him. The wildly erotic, completely undone sight went straight to Drake’s head, sending a surge of primal, unstoppable blood rushing straight to his cock.

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