> Content Warning:
This chapter contains:
+ Explicit sexual content
+ Graphic sexual acts
+ Power dynamics
+ Mature themes involving control and exploitation
Xi Skye
Nobody does a blowjob like this man can. I swear he has a tornado in his mouth the way he is sucking me down. And the fact that he has no gag reflex? Perfection.
The air in this room was already thick with heat, our breaths, and something deeper threading through it. The scent of lust settled like a veil over the quiet tension.
Noxton's lust settled over us—dark and grounding. Steady in a way that didn't demand attention but held it anyway. It didn't pull. It anchored. My own lust sharpened in response. The balance between us was held on a fragile, deliberate edge.
It worked for us. That sharp razor edge of painful pleasure. It always did. And then the atmosphere shifted. River never enters anywhere quietly unless he has to or he is up to mischief. His scent arrived first. Warm spice and smoky. Dangerously seductive. It flooded the space in seconds, pressing against our senses instead of inviting our indulgence. Noxton faltered in his sucking for only a moment. But it divided my attention from enjoying Noxton fully.
I didn't open my eyes, but my fingers moved—subtle, controlled. The conference door sealed behind River with a whisper. We were now locked in here for the next three hours. Mínghǎi would cover for us that long. I don't know what awesome thing I did to have that man come into our lives like a doting father figure, but I'll do it again if he kept looking out for us the way he does.
I didn't know why River was busting in here like I hadn't told him we would be welcoming Noxton back from his dual missions tonight. Then again, he probably processed the part about Noxton coming back but didn't process that the message also meant I had arranged for us to meet him tonight.
River wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn't always present on this plane of reality. If I didn't know for certain that he wasn't capable of astral travel without assistance, I would believe that is where he goes when his mind wanders.
"You know," River's voice drifted over, bright and amused, "as the elder brother, I'm fairly certain I'm supposed to make sure that Noxton is up to the task of caring for us first." I exhaled slowly, focusing on not letting River ruin my rising pleasure anymore than his hyperactive presence already had. I waited 30 minutes to let him have Noxton's attention first. I knew he would need him to calm him, but neither of us could keep our hands to ourselves beyond that. So here we are.
"I couldn't bear it if he hurt you," he continued lazily. "Why don't you step aside? I'm more stressed than you anyway. I deserve a good sucking and fucking." I turned my head just enough to glimpse the beautiful disaster that my older brother could be called.
River stood there like a problem that begged to be solved. He was nude and unbothered. Only his hat remained perched on his head like he still had some dignity left to maintain. One hand braced casually, posture loose, expression sharpened by that ever-present grin. He was beautiful in an illegal and infuriating kind of way. This was also when Noxton's focus on me was truly diverted. River was trying to glamour him away from me. That was unacceptable. I gave him time to come take his turn. He didn't arrive until it was mine. He could wait.
When I saw him glide closer, I halted his approach with a barrier that shimmered faintly in the dim light of the room. That should keep him at bay long enough for me to claim my release. The witch's eyes, locked on mine with a wicked, teasing glint that never wavered even as I pulled my still-hard cock from his lips, the cool air brushing against its slick, throbbing length.
I slapped my cock against his cheek, the wet smack sending a jolt of raw pleasure through me, marking him as mine in that instant before I thrust back into his mouth, gripping his hair to guide the rhythm. His lips stretched around me, tears welling in his eyes from the intensity, strands of slobber trailing down his chin as I face-fucked him harder, the friction of his throat driving me wild. Noxton's hands clutched at my thighs, accepting every aggressive push, his own arousal evident in the way his hips bucked involuntarily, and I could feel the edge rushing toward me, unstoppable now.
As I finally spilled over, my release pulsing hot and deep down Noxton's throat, the thrill of this secret act amplified the darker side of my nature. Being intimate with Noxton wasn't just an escape. It was also a dangerous step toward the freedom I craved. Even as River pounded against the barrier, I did not let him pull me down from the high my climax gave me.
Only once I had come down enough from my high did I release the barrier. I adjusted myself without urgency, pulling my pants back into place just enough before dropping onto a nearby couch, posture loose, but I was once again fully in control of myself.
My timing was excellent because River moved like the silent death he could be. The punch came fast, but my block was faster. Our power met in a sharp crack before dispersing harmlessly, my barrier catching the force with ease.
As I lay there on the couch, the fabric cool against my bare torso, a wave of lingering euphoria still coursed through me. My body still thrummed from my release. Noxton's lips glistened with the evidence of our encounter, his chest heaving as he knelt on the carpeted floor, the dim overhead lights casting shadows that danced across his sweat-slicked skin. The air was saturated with the musky scent of our shared desire, which always seemed to linger like forbidden incense. I could feel the thrill of our act pulsing in my veins, the way his teasing touches had built that unbearable tension in me. His fingers had traced the lines of my thighs, his whispered promises of more later echoed in my mind.
But beneath the satisfaction, a flicker of unease stirred; I craved this freedom, but every stolen moment with him felt like a chain I was both breaking and forging simultaneously. River silently observed me. Still nude except for his top hat; his glamour shimmered like a veil of starlight over his chiseled form. He moved with a predatory grace that made the air hum. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, locked onto Noxton, who was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a mix of defiance and curiosity playing across his face.
"Now that you've had your fun, xiǎo dì (little brother)," River purred, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the confined space, "it's my turn to enjoy our dear spy." He reached out, his fingers brushing Noxton's shoulder, sending a shiver down the witch's spine that I could almost feel myself.
The erotic tension in the air pulled tight as Noxton stood. His arousal evident in the way his cock strained against his trousers, begging for attention. I watched, intrigued as River's hand slid lower, teasing the waistband with deliberate slowness, his touch igniting sparks of energy that made Noxton's breath catch.
Yet, as I observed from my sprawled position, my own desires still simmered. I could go another round with Noxton after River or I could let my lust fade and be just fine. I had come to realize over the years that I didn't experience lust the same as others. I enjoyed mental intimacy over physical. Thankfully, Noxton understood that, which made him a wonderful occasional partner.
Under our combined gazes, Noxton's body arched slightly under River's exploring fingers, a soft moan escaping his lips. River's hand finally delved beneath the fabric, stroking him with expert precision. The sight heightened my own arousal anew, my cock twitching despite my recent release. In that moment, amidst the tangle of lust and intimacy that went deeper than mere sex, I felt the pull for a life unchained from the darkness that was the Xi clan under the Patriarch and Second Crown Consort's rule.
One step at a time, Skye. We are laying the groundwork now so that we can truly be free from those greedy people. We will restore the balance in our clan and get our revenge. One step at a time, Skye. They will pay for the corruption of our traditions and our lives.