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CHAPTER 24

CLAWDIA

I perched on the edge of the loveseat, my tail curled around my paws, and watched them with unblinking eyes. The afternoon sun streamed through Charlie’s living room windows, casting Zaide and Baelen in golden light as they explored each other’s bodies with unhurried reverence.

My whiskers twitched at every soft gasp, every rustle as they pulled off their shirts to press skin against skin. In my feline form, my senses were heightened—I could smell their desire, thick and heady in the air, and doubled with the lust compounding through our bond, it stirred something primal within me.

“You’re still wearing too much,” Baelen murmured, his fingers toying with the waistband of Zaide’s trousers—the last barrier between them.

Zaide’s laugh was soft and a little breathless. “Then you should do something about it.”

I watched, entranced, as Zaide lifted his hips to assist, his eyes never leaving Baelen’s face, as Baelen slid down Zaide’s body, taking the bottoms off him in one smooth motion.

Baelen then stood, his movements graceful and seductive as he removed his own remaining clothing. There was nothing hurried about it, nothing awkward, just the confident motions of someone completely comfortable in their skin. And he had every reason to be.

Zaide reached up, trailing his fingers along Baelen’s thigh, up to his hip. “Come back here,” he said, voice rough with want, and I shuddered.

Baelen’s bronze skin contrasted beautifully with Zaide’s gold, like dusk meeting dawn. His red eyes gleamed with intensity as returned to the sofa and pulled Zaide closer, their bare chests pressing together. Zaide’s rough fingers trace Baelen’s contours, exploring the taut lines of his chest and the smooth expanse of skin, mapping each muscle with deliberate care.

I narrowed my eyes in approval. “You’re so beautiful together,” I thought, sending the sentiment through our bond.

They stopped, their eyes wide as they turned to look at me. If I could have laughed, I would have.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” I said. “I’m enjoying the show.”

They exchanged an amused glance. Their appreciation rippled back to me, warm and inviting. Then Zaide’s lips found Baelen’s, and they kissed deep and hungry, growls and gasps escaping them louder than before.

They like knowing I’m watching. They like having me here.

“You’re gorgeous together,” I continued, my mental voice sultry and encouraging. “I love watching you touch each other.”

Baelen shifted position, his powerful body moving with fluid grace as he straddled Zaide’s thighs so their cocks pressed together. Zaide let out a choked gasp as he bucked, and his head fell back against the sofa, his throat exposed. Baelen’s fangs grazed the skin there in a way that made Zaide’s breath hitch.

“Tell him what you want,” I encouraged Zaide. “Would you let him bite you?”

“No,” Zaide whispered, his voice roughened with desire. “If he bites me, I’ll finish before I’m ready. I want this to last.”

Baelen wasn’t offended. His smile was predatory, possessive, as he nibbled at Zaide’s neck and pinched his nipple. His hand slid between them, grasping them both, and Zaide arched up with a sound that was half gasp, half plea. Then they moved together so their cocks rubbed against each other in the confines of Baelen’s hands.

Zaide’s hand would have been a better choice since his were larger, but Baelen liked to be in control.

The murmur of their breaths grew louder, punctuated by words too low for human ears to catch but crystal clear to my feline senses.

“Like this?” Baelen asked, his voice a low rumble.

“Yes,” Zaide hissed. “Just like that.”

Through our bond, I sent them images of how they looked to me, powerful and beautiful in their pleasure.

Zaide tangled a hand in Baelen’s dark hair, pulling him down for another kiss that was all hunger and need. I could see the tension in their bodies, the restraint as they held back, drawing out each sensation as they thrust against each other.

I sat up straighter, my tail twitching as my breathing rose to match theirs, desire building—not the reflected echo of their sensations through our bond, but something entirely my own, hot and insistent.

As they moved together with increasing urgency, sweat glistened on their bodies, and the sound of wet skin sliding against wet skin, of gasping breaths and half-formed words, filled the room. Zaide’s hands spread over Baelen’s muscular buttocks, kneading them.

“If you were to join us, Sunlight, I’d have you hold Zaide’s hands behind his head.”

That was all it took. Lust barreled so hard through me that my claws dug into the cushion.

I wanted—needed—to join them, to feel their hands on my skin, not just feel their lust through our bond.

In moments, I stood before them in my human form, naked and unashamed. The air against my bare skin didn’t cool the desire burning inside me. Their movements slowed as they watched me, their expressions a mixture of surprise and excitement that sent a thrill through me.

“Clawdia,” Zaide breathed, my name a caress on his lips.

Baelen’s red eyes burned as they traveled over my body, taking in every curve and plane. “Get over here,” he demanded, extending a hand toward me.

Their bodies shifted. Zaide sat up, and Baelen shuffled backward, making space for me between them. As I moved toward them, I felt no nervousness, no hesitation—only the rightness of this moment, of the three of us coming together as we were always meant to.

I took Baelen’s offered hand and lowered myself between them, onto Zaide’s lap and next to his straining erection, as the heat of their bodies immediately enveloping me like a cocoon. My other hand found his chest, feeling the steady, powerful beat of his heart beneath my palm, and then I was kissing him, a slow exploration that quickly deepened as his hand came up to cup the back of my neck.

His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue sliding against mine as his fangs grazed my lip. I heard Zaide’s intake of breath beside us, felt his hand come to rest on my thigh, a warm weight that anchored me.

When I pulled back from Baelen, I turned immediately to Zaide, giving him the same attention, the same exploration. His kiss was different—softer initially, but with an underlying hunger that matched Baelen’s in intensity if not in style. My hands were moving now, one on each of them, mapping the differences in their bodies—Zaide’s broad shoulders, Baelen’s chiseled chest…

“Touch me,” I instructed them as I straddled Zaide. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

They needed no further encouragement. Zaide’s hands found my breasts, cupping their weight with a reverence that made me arch into his touch. Behind me, Baelen’s lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, his fangs grazing the skin there in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

This new position brought me into direct contact with Zaide’s arousal, the hard length of him pressing against the most sensitive part of me. I gasped at the contact, and Zaide’s eyes darkened as he felt my wetness, his hands tightening on my hips.

“Clawdia,” he breathed.

I smiled, pleased by his reaction, then rolled my hips against him in a slow, deliberate motion that dragged a groan from his throat. “I want both of you.”

As if summoned by my words, Baelen pressed closer behind me, his chest to my back, his own arousal evident against the curve of my backside. The heat of them seeped into my skin from both sides.

Their movements became synchronized, as if they’d planned this, practiced it. Perhaps they could sense each other’s intentions, coordinate without words through our bond. Zaide’s mouth found my breast at the same moment Baelen’s hand slid around to cup between my legs, his fingers discovering just how ready I was for them.

I gasped, my body arching into their dual touch. The sensation was overwhelming—Zaide’s tongue circling my nipple, Baelen’s fingers exploring my slick folds. My hands clutched at Zaide’s shoulders, seeking an anchor in the storm of sensations threatening to sweep me away.

“So responsive,” Baelen observed, his voice a dark caress against my ear. “So perfect between us.”

I turned my head, seeking Baelen’s mouth again, needing to taste him even as Zaide continued his attention to my breasts. The awkward angle made the kiss messy and hungry, all teeth and tongue and desperation. When we broke apart, I immediately turned back to Zaide, claiming his mouth with equal fervor.

My body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending singing as they touched me. Four hands, two mouths, all focused on my pleasure. It was intoxicating, the power I held over them, the power they held over me in return. A perfect balance of giving and taking.

“Please,” I whispered against Zaide’s mouth, not entirely sure what I was asking for, only knowing that I needed more. Needed all of them.

They seemed to understand, their touches becoming more purposeful, more directed. Baelen’s fingers found my clit and made me cry out as he circled it with just the right pressure, while Zaide’s hands on my hips guided me into a rhythm of rubbing my dripping slit against his cock that sent jolts of pleasure up my spine.

Unable to take anymore teasing, I lowered myself onto him.

The stretch as he entered me drew a gasp from my lips. I sank down inch by inch, allowing my body time to adjust to his size. Zaide’s head fell back against the sofa, his eyes closing briefly as sank into the pleasure.

“You always feel incredible,” he breathed, his eyes opening again to fix on mine.

“As do you,” I replied breathlessly.

A look passed between Baelen and Zaide—some silent communication that I felt echo through our bond. Then Baelen’s hand slid down between my legs where Zaide and I were joined, and his fingers collected the moisture there, stealing some of my slickness. The touch sent a jolt through me, my body tightening around Zaide, who groaned in response.

“Hold still for a moment,” Baelen instructed, his voice gentle but firm.

I complied, stilling my movements on Zaide, though my body trembled with the effort. Baelen’s slick fingers moved higher, circling the tight ring of muscle at my rear entrance.

“Relax,” he murmured close to my ear. “Let me prepare you.”

I took a deep breath, consciously relaxing my muscles as Baelen’s finger breached me slowly. The stretch and burn hovered on the edge between pleasure and pain, especially while Zaide’s large cock occupied my pussy.

“You’re doing so well, Little Cat,” Zaide encouraged. His voice strained as he stroked my thighs soothingly, his eyes on my face, monitoring my reactions. “So beautiful like this, taking us both.”

Baelen worked with careful patience, adding a second finger only when I had fully adjusted to the first. The initial discomfort gradually faded, replaced by a building pleasure that had me pushing back against his hand.

“I think I need a bit more before we attempt this,” Baelen said as he pushed me up gently; then with another hand, he grasped Zaide’s cock and removed it from my pussy. I gasped, feeling empty yet wanton to see him manhandle us both like that.

“Hold this,” Baelen instructed and handed me Zaide’s cock between my legs.

Zaide’s cock was hard, hot, and wet against my palm. The sound he made when I wrapped my fingers around him—half gasp, half moan—was music to my ears.

Then Baelen nudged me so I was bent over Zaide, my head in his neck, my hands clutching his cock as Baelen suddenly thrust inside my pussy. I gasped and moaned as his hips plowed into me in quick succession, his balls slapping my clit rapidly with the force, all the while keeping a thumb in my arse, keeping me open.

Zaide stroked my hair and back as Baelen used me. He pulled out just as suddenly but quickly took Zaide’s cock out of my hands before placing it back in my pussy. I took it easily, and Zaide moaned as my body welcomed him back.

Baelen shifted behind me, positioning himself. The blunt head of his erection replaced his fingers, pressing against my prepared entrance. I tensed involuntarily, my body resisting this new intrusion. Zaide’s hands tightening on my hips.

“Go slowly,” he advised, though whether he was speaking to Baelen or to me wasn’t clear.

“Breathe, Clawdia,” Baelen reminded me, stroking his hand down my back. “Push back against me. It will help.”

I followed his instruction, taking a deep breath and pushing back slightly as he pressed forward. There was a moment of resistance, and then my body yielded, allowing him to slip just the tip inside. The stretch was more intense than his fingers had been, a burning that bordered on pain.

“Wait,” I gasped, my hands clutching at Zaide’s shoulders. “Just … give me a moment.”

Both men immediately stilled, their concern flowing through our bond. Zaide’s hands rubbed circles on my thighs, his eyes never leaving my face. “We can stop if it’s too much,” he offered, though I could feel how difficult it was for him to make that suggestion.

I shook my head. “No, I want this. Just need to adjust.”

Baelen’s hands were gentle on my hips, his thumbs brushing lightly against my skin. “There’s no rush,” he assured me. “We have all the time in the world.”

I took several deep breaths, focusing on relaxing my muscles, and slowly, the burning sensation receded, leaving behind a fullness that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. I shifted my hips, gasping at the sensation of having Zaide still inside me while Baelen waited an inch inside my other entrance.

“Better?” Baelen asked, his voice tight with restraint.

“Yes,” I breathed. “You can … keep going. Just go slow.”

He pressed forward with agonizing slowness, entering me by fractions at a time. The careful pace allowed my body to adjust gradually, the discomfort giving way to a strange, intense pleasure. I could feel Zaide inside me as well, the two of them separated by only a thin wall of tissue. The knowledge that I was taking them both was intoxicatingly erotic.

“Darkness, you’re tight, and I can feel Zaide against me.” Baelen groaned when he was finally seated fully inside me. “Are you all right?

I felt stretched to my limits, teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain in a way that had my nerve endings singing.

“I need—” I started, then broke off, unsure how to articulate what I needed.

“Movement?” Baelen suggested, his hands firm on my hips. “Should we try to move together?”

I nodded eagerly. “Yes. Please.”

What followed was a moment of awkward adjustment as we tried to find a rhythm that worked for all three of us. Zaide attempted to thrust up into me at the same moment Baelen pulled back, resulting in a collision of movements that had me gasping in surprise rather than pleasure.

“Sorry, Little Cat,” Zaide said with a breathless laugh. “This is more complicated than I expected.”

“Let me lead,” Baelen suggested. “Zaide, stay still. Clawdia, you set the pace for Zaide, and I’ll follow your rhythm.”

I nodded, grateful for his guidance. With new determination, I lifted myself slightly off Zaide, then sank back down, gasping at the sensation. As I rose again, Baelen pulled back, then pushed forward as I descended. It took a few tries, but gradually, we found a rhythm.

“Oh gods,” I moaned as the awkwardness gave way to the most insane pleasure I’d ever experienced. “That’s … that’s perfect.”

We’ll be doing this again. In a hundred different ways.

“You’re perfect,” Zaide countered, his hands on my breasts now, teasing my nipples in time with our movements. “So perfect, taking both of us like this.”

“It’s—” I gasped as they moved together, hitting depths inside me that had never been touched before. “It’s incredible. So full. So much.”

I watched as Baelen’s hand joined Zaide’s on my hips, and their fingers intertwined as they thrust together. Our rhythm was smoother now, the three of us moving as one. Through our bond, I could feel their pleasure mingling with mine, creating a symphony of sensation that enhanced every touch.

“Yes,” I hissed, my head falling back against Baelen’s shoulder. “Don’t stop.”

“You beg for nothing, Little Cat,” Zaide replied, his voice strained. “Everything I have is yours.”

The front door creaked open, the sound slicing through our cloud of pleasure and making us freeze mid-motion.

There was no time to move, no time to scramble for clothing or dignity.

Charlie walked in, and his brown eyes widened to an almost comical degree as he took in the scene before him.