Free Web NovelChapter 14: WHAT DEPRIVATION DOES
KEISHA’S POV Dane seemed to freeze completely. His hands froze on my waist and I felt him go silent behind me, both of us just standing there staring at the door. Another knock. My stomach dropped. "Goddess." Dane stepped back from me slowly. I smoothed my shirt down with shaking hands and crossed the room and opened the door. Alpha Callum. He stood there in the dark, tall and steady, eyes finding mine immediately. The bond hit me from his direction the way it always di — immediate and overwhelming and completely unbothered by the fact that I was already in the middle of something I hadn’t sorted out yet. His gaze moved past my shoulder and fell on Dane. Something fast moved across his face, just slight. But he didn’t say anything. Nadia had just left. What if she had seen him coming here? My heart was racing in my chest. "Did Nadia—" "No. She left." His voice was low. "I watched her go." Oh thank goddess. He stepped inside and the door clicked shut behind him. The three of us stood there in my small living room and the bond was coming from both directions at once and my brain had completely stopped functioning. Dane looked at Callum while Callum stared back. Something unspoken seemed to pass through them. Then Callum’s eyes came back to mine and whatever was left of my composure dissolved on the spot. He crossed the room slowly and his hand came up to my jaw, tilting my face up and I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his thumb traced my lip. Oh. "We shouldn’t." I whispered. "I know." He said but he kissed me anyway. It was nothing like the cabin or the last time we had sex. This was slow, deliberate and warm. And fuck, that made it so much worse, because the cabin I could blame on losing my mind entirely. This was just him choosing and me letting him and all of us knowing exactly what we were doing and still doing it anyway. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt. Dane moved behind me, his lips finding my neck, his hands sliding to my hips and pulling me back against him. I felt how much he wanted me pressing against my ass and heat flooded through me instantly. "Oh god—" The words left me in a breath. Callum pulled back to look at me, his eyes dark. "Tell me to stop." He murmured. I stared up at him with my breathing heavy. "Tell me and I will." He said. But I didn’t tell him to stop. His lips found mine again, deeper, his hand sliding into my hair and I kissed him back with everything I had been keeping in me for weeks. Dane’s fingers tugged at the hem of my shirt from behind before he pulled it over my head and unclasped my bra in one motion. It fell away and cold air hit my skin for half a second before his palms were there instead, cupping my breasts from behind. "Ohㅡ" I gasped. His fingers tweaked my nipples and my back arched into him immediately, a whimper leaving from my throat but was swallowed by Callum’s mouth. Callum walked me backward until my knees hit the couch and I sat down. He stood over me for a moment just looking at me, his chest rising and falling. Then, he reached for his shirt and pulled it off and I felt my mouth go dry. Goddess, I missed this. Dane sat beside me, his lips dropping to my shoulder, his hand still kneading my breast slowly. "You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this." He murmured against my skin. I had some idea. Callum knelt in front of me and his fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and I lifted my hips without being asked. He pulled them down and off and his eyes moved over me slowly while my cheeks flushed with nervousness. Why was I always this nervous around both of them? "Keisha." He said quietly. Just my name. Something about the way he said it made my heart race every single time. His hands pushed my thighs apart gently and he pressed his lips to the inside of my knee and started moving upward slowly, and I was already trembling before he got anywhere near where I needed him. "Please—" My fingers threaded into his hair. He looked up at me from between my thighs with those dark eyes and the look on his face sent heat pooling through me so fast I felt dizzy. Then his mouth found my pussy and I stopped being able to hold anything in. "Oh my god—" My hips lifted off the couch immediately but his hands pressed them back down firmly, holding me in place while his tongue moved through my folds slowly, tasting every inch of me. Dane turned my face toward him and kissed me deeply, swallowing the sounds I was making, his fingers still working my nipples. Oh fuck. I was being taken apart from every direction at once and I couldn’t do anything except grip Dane’s hair and Callum’s shoulder, trying to hold on. Callum’s tongue found my clit and lashed at it in slow circles and I broke the kiss with a sharp cry, hips bucking against his mouth. "Oh goddess— oh fuck—" "Stay still." Callum grunted against me, the vibration of his voice alone making me shiver. I had never felt this fucking good. "I can’t—" I sobbed. "You can." He pressed his tongue flat against my clit and I wailed softly, thighs shaking on either side of his head. His finger pressed against my entrance and slid inside slowly and I clenched around him immediately, my body desperate for more. "More— please— I need more—" I was begging and I didn’t even care anymore. He added a second finger and curled them deep as his tongue didn’t stop what it was doing. I felt the orgasm building fast and I couldn’t even try to hold it back. Dane’s hand slowly wrapped around my throat lightly. "Cum for him." He whispered against my ear, his voice rough. "Let us hear you." That was all it took. The orgasm crashed through me and I cried out, back arching off the couch as I shook violently, my walls clenching around Callum’s fingers while his tongue eased me through every single wave until I was sobbing and pulling at his hair trying to get him to stop because it was too much and I needed a second to even breathe. He didn’t stop. Not until my body was trembling and my juices had soaked the couch under me. Then, he pulled back and looked up at me with an expression that made my stomach twist with excitement. I lay there panting, staring at the ceiling, feeling like my soul had left my body temporarily. Dane pressed his lips to my chin. "You okay?" "No." I breathed out. "Absolutely not." He laughed low and the sound of it made me shiver. Callum stood and I watched him reach for his belt. Oh. My breath caught all over again. He pushed his trousers down and I felt my eyes go wide because I had known how big he was but it still managed to take my breath all over again. He settled over me and I felt the thick head of his cock press against my entrance and my whole body clenched in anticipation. He pushed in slowly, and I gripped his shoulders as I felt my walls stretch around every inch of him and stars exploded behind my eyelids. "Oh my—" My voice came out completely wrecked. "Oh goddess—" He stilled when he was fully inside, forehead dropping to mine and breathing hard. "Okay?" He managed. I nodded because that was all I had. He pulled back to the tip and thrust forward and I lost all my senses. The pace he set was deep and devastating, his cock hitting a spot inside me with every stroke that had me clawing at his back and biting my lip trying to keep quiet. Dane watched for a moment with dark eyes and then his hand slid between my and Callum’s bodies, finding my clit and rubbing slow circles until I jerked sharply. "Dane—" His name came out broken. "I’ve got you." He said. Callum’s pace deepened and I felt the coil in my stomach go impossibly tighter and Dane’s fingers didn’t stop as I was gripping the cushion behind my head with both hands. "Look at me." Callum said roughly. I looked at him with tears stinging at my eyes. "Stay with me." He said. I tried. I swear I did. The second orgasm hit harder than the first, searing through me in waves that had my back lifting off the couch entirely, a broken wail leaving my throat as I clenched tight around his cock. Callum’s hips stuttered and he groaned low against my neck, his release flooding through me in pulses that sent aftershocks rolling through my body. I lay there completely destroyed, staring at the ceiling. Dane pressed his lips to my temple, then my cheeks and finally my mouth. I turned to look at him. His eyes were dark and patient. Slowly, I reached up and pulled him down into a kiss as his hands found my waist and rolled me toward him and I felt his cock hard against my thigh. I pulled back to look at him. "Your turn." I whispered. A smirk pulled at his lips and then he was everywhere. He laid me back and settled between my thighs and I felt him press against my entrance which still slick and sensitive. I inhaled sharply at the stretch as he pushed inside. He was different from Callum— not more or less, just different, filling me differently, but my body responded to him the same desperate way it always did. "Fuck—" He exhaled against my neck, fully seated in me, holding still for a moment. "Move." I begged. "Please." He moved. His pace was less patient than Callum’s and his hands gripped my hips hard enough that I knew I’d have marks in the morning and I didn’t care even slightly. His cock dragged against my walls with every thrust, I was oversensitive and shaking but somehow building toward another orgasm anyway because apparently my body had no limits tonight. "Dane—" His name left me in a breathless moan. "I know." He said roughly. "I know, baby." His thumb found my clit and I sobbed, nails raking down his back as my third orgasm of the night rolled through me deeper than the others. Dane followed me seconds later, his hips snapping forward one last time as he groaned my name against my skin and spilled inside me. We lay tangled together for a long time after and nobody spoke. The living room was quiet and both of them were on either side of me. I stared at the ceiling, still breathing heavily. Callum’s hand found mine in the dark and he held it and I felt my chest tighten. Dane pressed his lips to my hair and I closed my eyes. Just for a minute. That was what I told myself before I dozed off. ************ I woke up in my bed, drenched in sweat and I lay there for a second just blinking at everything, my chest still heaving like it had actually happened. It hadn’t. I was in my bed alone. The sheets were wrapped around my body and my hair was a mess. The house was completely quiet and nobody was here and nobody had been here and I had fallen asleep on the couch thinking about them and apparently my brain had decided to fill in the rest. Dane must have brought me in and left. But nothing had happened. Nadia had left, Dane and I simply spoke and I must have passed out on the couch. Fuck. I pressed my hands over my face and lay there for a long moment. This was getting out of hand. I was dreaming about them now. Detailed, unhinged dreams that left my panties soaked. I groaned into my palms. Get it together, Keisha. I dragged myself upright and sat on the edge of the bed for a second, pushing my hair out of my face. Fuck. I had slept in. And I had to be at work in an hour. That was my priority ㅡ Work.
