[A/N] I need to quickly mention this.
I'm not "dragging it out". I know some people are just waiting to jump to the sex scenes, in which case this is a painful book for sure, but this isn't meant to be like that. I'm not an author that writes that many sex scenes.
This is more like a drama, goes on for a long time. But I've got lot's of scenes I want to write in. Once I run out of ideas I will give them a sweet ending.
That said, sexual content ahead, shy people go hide behind your couch.
This has been a PSA. (┘￣︶￣)┘
[Jacob's POV]
My blood roared so hot and loud I could hear it in my heat, my cock hard as a rock. The fact that Akara chose not to stop us and just stayed mute and nervous, caused the sudden overwhelming desire to almost choke me.
"Why..." He asked quietly, his eyes going hazy between us.
I exhaled, fire in my lungs.
"Kneel." I ordered loudly, loosening my grip on him and pressing down on one shoulder, Atlas pressing down on the other.
And to my overwhelming lust Akara slowly kneeled, as if trapped in a dream, his chest heaving, his hands trembling as he wiped his hands on the skirt of the dress that spread out below him in a way I couldn't deny had me feeling weird about it. On the floor, between us, and somehow having Atlas here somehow managed to made it better, more intense, the two of us towering over him... the brief imagined image of passing him between the two of us was burned into my brain like a memory.
Atlas had gone past grinning, now his eyes were dark as he looked down at Akara between us
"I told him to put in a tiny amount... just a trace..." He whispered, looking up at us desperately.
"How wonderful, that might mean more to me if that was what I was most irritated by in your fruitful endeavour to piss us both off." I supplied evenly, despite the racket my heart was making.
I unzipped my zipper slowly and Akara flinched, looking back at Atlas with wide eyes, the same way he had when Atlas caught him, as though one of us would turn into a prince and save him from what he was ultimately choosing to do all on his own.
Atlas didn't initially understand what I meant by setting the boundary, that if Akara said stop we would, presumably because all three of us knew innately where this was headed, and Akara had a habit of saying things he didn't mean to piss us off.
But watching him I saw the realisation of exactly what laying down that rule meant. It meant from this point forward everything that happened was clearly outlined to Akara as voluntary, and Akara was even more panicked for it.
"You know what's about to happen..." He murmured, getting closer so that his leg was pressing against his back, hunching over him.
"I don't think... we should do this..." Akara said uneasily.
"Afraid you might like it?" Atlas asked, an eyebrow arched.
He was annoying, but admittedly one of the most attractive guys I'd seen so far. Competitive in a way that suited me, he was hot headed and quick to temper, running around with all the freedom in the world being a stupid kid, but he was smart enough to pick up on everything I was laying out between us.
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