Chapter 197: Chapter 197: The Third Edge(18+)

Aeris’s cry tore through the room raw, breathless, the kind of sound that came from the very bottom of her lungs when control finally snapped. It wasn’t delicate or pretty. It was wrecked, desperate, beautiful in its ruin.

Her back arched off the bed in a sharp, trembling bow, every muscle seizing as Zaeryn drove into her again, deeper than yesterday, deeper than she’d ever been taken. The stretch was obscene, perfect. There was no pain left, only a white-hot fullness that turned her nerves to liquid starlight. Her fingers clawed into the sheets, knuckles bone-white, nails carving half-moons into the fabric while her head thrashed back into the pillows. Dark hair spilled everywhere, a wild halo framing her flushed face.

Yesterday on the couch had felt like the peak of everything. Tonight, stretched open on Zaeryn’s bed with Ravena watching like a hungry goddess, Aeris understood that had only been the doorway.

"Zaeryn..." His name left her lips cracked and pleading. "You’re so fucking deep... don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

He didn’t answer with words. He answered with motion slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged his thick cock almost all the way out before slamming home again. Each retreat left her empty and aching; each return punched a broken moan from her throat. Her pussy fluttered around him, slick walls gripping, pulsing, trying to keep him inside forever. The wet sounds were shameless lewd, rhythmic, intoxicating her arousal coating him until every slide was frictionless and devastating.

Ravena’s voice drifted in, low and velvet. "Goddess, look at her." She was perched on the edge of the mattress, black hair cascading forward as she leaned over them both. "I’ve never seen Aeris like this. The cool, untouchable Aeris, completely undone. Those noises coming out of her mouth should be illegal."

Aeris tried to summon a retort. All that emerged was a whimper as Zaeryn angled his hips and hit that spot inside her that made her vision spark white.

"Shut up, Ravena," she managed between gasps, the words shaky and breathless.

Ravena’s smile was slow, wicked, adoring. "Make me."

She rose in one fluid movement and circled behind Zaeryn, pressing her front to his sweat-slick back. Her arms slid around his chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin. She rested her chin on his shoulder, eyes fixed on the place where his cock disappeared into Aeris again and again.

"Such a gorgeous view," Ravena murmured against his ear, loud enough for Aeris to hear every syllable. One of her hands slipped lower, cupping Zaeryn’s heavy balls, massaging gently, coaxing. The other traced the trembling inside of Aeris’s thigh, fingertips brushing the slick, swollen lips stretched tight around Zaeryn’s shaft.

Aeris’s entire body was trembling now, breasts bouncing with every thrust, nipples tight and aching. She reached up herself, pinching them hard, rolling them between her fingers because she needed more, needed everything.

Zaeryn’s rhythm was picking up, the bed frame creaking in protest. His grunts were low, each one vibrating through Aeris’s back where his chest pressed against her. She could feel the tension coiling in him, the way his thighs flexed against hers.

"Come closer," Aeris heard herself beg, voice cracked open and raw. "Zaeryn... I need you against me. All of you. Hold me while you fuck me."

Ravena laughed softly, delighted. "Cuddle sex? Really, Aeris? I didn’t know you had a single romantic bone in your body."

Aeris turned her head just enough to meet Ravena’s eyes, defiant even while impaled and shaking. "For him I do. Only for him."

Something fierce and tender flashed across Zaeryn’s face. Without a word he eased out of her slowly, carefully, letting her feel every inch leave her body. The sudden emptiness made her whine, hips chasing him helplessly.

He shifted them both like they weighed nothing. Aeris found herself rolled onto her side, Zaeryn sliding in behind her, his chest flush to her back, one arm banding beneath her breasts to anchor her close. He hooked her top leg over his hip, opening her wide, and guided himself back in with one smooth, claiming thrust.

The new angle was devastating. He sank even deeper like this, the head of his cock nudging places that made her sob into the pillow. His mouth found the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder, teeth grazing, lips soothing. One large hand splayed over her lower belly, pressing down so she felt him everywhere at once inside, outside, owning her completely.

Aeris twisted her upper body just enough to find his mouth. Their kiss was messy, desperate tongues sliding, teeth clashing, sharing breath and moans. She tasted salt and sex and him, and it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

Ravena settled in front of them, kneeling between their spread legs so she had the perfect view. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with lust, but there was no jealousy in them, only admiration. She reached out, tracing the stretched rim of Aeris’s pussy where Zaeryn’s cock pistoned in and out, gathering their combined slick on her fingers before bringing them to her own lips and licking them clean with a low, appreciative hum.

Zaeryn’s thrusts turned harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. His hand on Aeris’s belly slid upward, finding her breasts, pinching with exactly the pressure she needed. The dual sensation, his cock dragging over that spot inside her, his hand relentless on her nipple sent her spiraling.

"Zaeryn fuck I’m " Words dissolved into a high, broken cry as the orgasm crashed over her. Her walls clamped down hard, pulsing around him in endless waves, as she shook apart in his arms.

Zaeryn felt her shatter around him, that exquisite vise of her pussy milking his cock with rhythmic contractions that pulled him deeper into her clit. He groaned against her neck, the sound rough and guttural, his body locking tight as he fought the urge to follow her over the edge and spray inside her. Not yet. He was in no hurry to finish with her. He wanted to savor this, enjoy her body more and draw out the tremors still rippling through her frame, the way her breath hitched in sobs of release.

With one arm on her breasts, his other arm tightened around her waist, holding her steady as she quivered in his embrace. The press of his palm against her abdomen let him feel the subtle shifts inside her, the way his length pulsed within those fluttering walls. Sweat slicked their skin where they connected, his chest heaving against her back, every inhale drawing in the mingled scents of her arousal and the faint, beautiful trace of Ravena’s perfume lingering nearby.

Ravena found herself having a good time despite it not being her turn yet. Watching this almost taboo sex between these two turned her on a lot. Because despite them not being blood, Zaeryn and Aeris were like siblings. They’d grown up together like brother and sister, so yes, to her this was thrillingly forbidden, a delicious mix of closeness and sin that made her pulse race.

Zaeryn felt Aeris still climaxing. "That’s it," he murmured into her hair, voice low and laced with possession. "Let it all out for me. You’re so beautiful like this." His hips rolled in a slow, grinding circle, thrusting just a little to prolong the aftershocks, chasing every last spasm until her cries softened to whimpers.

Aeris melted against him, boneless and spent, yet the fire in her veins hadn’t fully dimmed. The sensation of him still inside her and still hard was enough to ignite the fire. Her hand reached back, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer as if she could fuse them together. She still wanted him. The intimacy of it, the way he cradled her through the peak, unyielding yet gentle, stirred something deeper than lust in her chest. Vulnerability, raw and unfiltered, bloomed alongside the pleasure, making her heart ache with the weight of it all.

Ravena watched them with hooded eyes, her own breath quickening at the sight. The reverence in her gaze deepened, a mix of hunger and affection that made her lean in closer. She trailed her fingers along Aeris’s thigh, up to where their bodies joined, feeling the slick evidence of her release coating Zaeryn’s shaft. Gently, she circled the base of him with her thumb, adding a teasing pressure that drew a hiss from his lips.

"She’s still clenching around you," Ravena observed, her tone husky with awe. "Look at how she takes you, even now. So greedy, even after coming undone." She dipped her head, pressing a soft kiss to Aeris’s inner knee, then higher, her tongue flicking out to taste the sheen on her skin.

Aeris shivered at the contact, oversensitive nerves firing anew. "Oh goddess... too much... but don’t ..... Zaeryn don’t stop."

The plea, torn from Aeris’s throat, was a ragged contradiction that hung in the humid air of the bedchamber. It was the sound of blissful surrender, of a body pushed so far past its limits that it could only beg for more.

Zaeryn’s control, a frayed thread held tight for so long, finally snapped at the sound. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he began to move again, his thrusts no longer measured and patient but driven by a primal, urgent need.

Each powerful slide into her slick heat dragged against her swollen, sensitive folds, the delicious friction reigniting sparks deep in her belly, making her gasp and clench around him. His free hand roamed possessively over her body, cupping the full weight of her breast, his thumb brushing in lazy, maddening circles over her pebbled nipple, a steady counter-rhythm to the driving pace of his hips. She was so wet for him, so perfectly accommodating, and in that moment, he felt a dizzying possessiveness, a primal thought that he could stay buried inside her warmth forever.

Ravena watched, her own breath catching at the raw intimacy of it. She’d been a spectator. She’d watched as Zaeryn, with his intense focus, had fucked Aeris thoroughly and gave her her first orgasm of the day. But patience had never been her virtue.

She didn’t wait for an invitation. Shifting forward on the tangled silken sheets, she aligned her body with theirs, a new element in their heated equation. One hand braced firmly on Zaeryn’s sweat-slicked hip, not to stop him, but to steady him, to become a part of his rhythm. Her other hand ventured between Aeris’s splayed legs from the front, her fingers finding the slick, swollen apex of her sex, stroking and circling the hypersensitive bundle of nerves that Zaeryn’s thrusts made thunder with sensation.