Intertwined: her three mates

30. A vision in the mirror

Warning: this chapter will start with s****l content. It will be signalised with "**** ". So, if you don't feel comfortable with reading it, just skip the part between ***.

Liv

*** “Watch me touching you, dearest. Look how pretty your p*ssy is. So pink and glistening” He guides my hand down to my soaking core and makes me touch myself covering my hand with his much larger one and directing my movements around my c*it and down my entrance. 

His other hand clutches my right b*east, he rolls my n*pple between his fingers, twists it, strokes it slowly, and gives my boob another squeeze. Heck, his hands are so big! My n*****s are aching for his touch and for his kisses. 

“Can you feel how wet you are? How warm and tender your pink skin feels?” He asks.

I nod, my eyes fixed on the mirror, alternating between looking at his silver-blue lustful orbs and my p***y lips. I’ve never seen myself so open and bare. And I liked it. I enjoyed seeing us. To see him opening me, pleasuring me, and handling me as if I was his. What I am. As if he could hear my thoughts, he says gaze fixed on mine in the mirror. 

“Look at all what is mine.” His finger rounding my entrance in an enticing movement, then he surprises me by pinching my c*it harshly. I gasp. 

He brings my hand dripping with my juices up to my breast and starts to make me massage it, as his other hand goes slowly down to my core. I gaze at my own face in the mirror, I look so hazy as if I was drunk or lost in a high. 

He takes his hands off my body and cups my chin, to direct my head to look back at my face in the mirror. 

“See how beautiful you are, Regina cor meum.”

“Please mate...” my breathy voice pleads.

“What my woman wants, huh?” His amused eyes find mine in the mirror. 

“…. You touching me...” My voice came up as a whisper laced with desire. 

“Where dear?”

“My p*‘ssy, my c*it... my b*easts.” 

He chuckled. “You want a lot. But I’ll give you all. Always. And you’ll take every thick inch, won’t you Regina cor meum?” He asked looking at my eyes in the mirror deeply. As if his eyes could eat, read me, possess me. Heck, maybe they could!! Maybe they should. My breath was breaking so desperately through my throat. Desire burning like lava in my body. 

I only nodded eagerly in response. 

His hand cupped my s*x and started stroking it slowly. His mouth went down my neck and ravished it with wet warm kisses, as his other hand pinched my hardened n****e and I moaned overwhelmed by all this sensation and the view of us. I pressed myself against his very muscular chest as the hand that was teasing my breast, roamed up my neck and clutched my hair in his fist. I gasped and before I noticed he was entering one of his fingers that was playing with my folds in my mouth. He withdrawal his finger and brought another finger still glistening with my juices to his mouth.

“You are delicious. Touch yourself for me.” He whispered against the skin of my neck. I did as he said. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.” He muttered as his hands were clasping my breast. “They are so perfect. You are so perfect, mate.”  He added in a sensual and guttural voice. I could feel his hard member against me. I knew how aroused he was. 

I moaned at his touch. “I want your hand… I want your hand on me, on my p***y. Please.” I asked breathlessly. 

I gave up on trying not to sound needy and desperate during these hot make-out moments. My mates are too sexy, skilled, and yummy, fighting the way my body craves their touch makes no sense. I just let myself melt into his ministrations. 

He grinned at me in the mirror, “I will. But you will watch it intently. Observe me making you come.” He said stroking my hair and brushing a stray strand from my face. I nodded. 

His hand slid down my body slowly caressing and giving attention to every inch of skin in the way, my cheek, my jaw, neck, collarbone, boob, and belly were graced with his delicious ministration. His gentle and firm hands drawing a path of desire down my aching skin. 

His fingers finally found my swollen nub, he rolled it between two digits. His other hand captured mine and placed it on my left breast, moving then to stroke my right n****e. We both massaged my breasts, his hand was much more skilled than mine, twisting, caressing, squeezing, and teasing my boob. 

I ran my fingers through his hair slowly, making him groan, but he didn't take his eyes off the mirror. His gaze was fixated on my breasts and my p***y. He opened my folds and ran his drenched digits around my inner lips making me moan and close my eyes. He stopped his ministrations abruptly.

“Open your eyes. I want to see your eyes. I want you to see what a vision you are, to see how perfectly my hands fit in your body, and to watch me making you come, Regina cor meum.”

I nodded; my breath hitched in my throat. My c**t was aching for this man's touch.

“I will look, just don't stop. I need your touch.” I muttered breathily. 

He smiled at me, a freaking heart-melting smile, and kissed my neck. “I won't stop, my beauty.”

He started touching me again, his long and thick fingers rolling my c**t and enticing my entrance without penetrating me. Just teasing. His hand resumed stroking and pinching my n****e. In a slow, febrile rhythmic. 

“Faster” I moaned “Pleaseee, Elric.” Another moan surrounded my words. Seems like moaning is my new language. What a life. 

I could see his lips twisting in a satisfied smile as I said, correction moaned, his name. He obliged, squeezing my boob eagerly as he rolled and pinched my c**t at a fast, almost harsh pace. My lower stomach clenched and I fought the urge to close my eyes as the intense pleasure washed over me. My toes were curling, and my heart quickening, the pleasure was so intense that was almost painful. 

I looked into his eyes in the mirror and he looked deep into mine. His deep eyes were twinkling with joy, lust, and some sort of fascination. His lunar orbs didn't hold their typical serenity at this moment, they were only passion and thrill. I felt my cries of pleasure erupting up my throat and I orgasmed looking into his eyes. “Mine” he murmured, and I felt as if he had muttered it inside my mind. But it's not possible, we haven't completed our bond yet. I was just too hazed. 

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He tilted my head to his direction and took my mouth in a breath-taking kiss. A kiss that had all the intensity and passion that his eyes silently just promised me. 

Elric made me feel strange things. Not the same things that Laius or Avalon did. It was just very different, as each one of them could connect with a different part of me, a distinct part of my soul. I turned around in his arms, my bared body pressed against his clothed muscles. 

“That is so not fair,” I grumbled looking down at his shirt. 

He chuckled and makes his shirt disappear and there I was like an i***t ogling his perfected chiselled muscles, his strong chest, and 8 packs. I barely stopped myself from drooling. Barely. 

I ran my fingers following the perfect and firm design of the whole delicious world this man just bared for me. He groaned and took my mouth in a scorching kiss, after we parted our kiss I looked down and saw his huge member stretching his pants, it was almost like I could see his p***s twitching. Sweet Goddess! Liv, soon you'll be in a huge trouble. Better said, a huge trouble will be in you. 

I looked back at his face and he flashed me a wicked smile, and I freaking blushed a little. Yes, ME, I freaking blushed. Now, I am officially annoyed with myself, I so need to get a grip. 

He smiled at my flush and said, “You look gorgeous when you blush.” He stroked my hair and brushed a strand behind my ear gently. 

“Well, enjoy it. You won't see it really often.” I replied with a small pout. He chuckled, looking amused at me. 

About this whole my parents’ situation… Maybe I let Elric off the hook too easily and fast. But I don’t know what else to do, the truth is that I like him, and I can’t ... I can’t not have him in my life.