Chapter 167 a meow in the dark

Chapter 167 — A Meow in the Dark

Astrid

The fireworks still painted the sky above Valeria in soft bursts of gold and rose when Reed’s fingers found the wet and pulsing spot between my legs. He touched me with deliberate care, slow circles that pressed just hard enough to make my hips lift toward his hand. The grass was cool beneath my back. Their bodies were warm on either side of me. I turned my face into the curve of Reed’s neck and let the soft sound leave my throat without trying to hide it.

Xander’s mouth found mine a second later. His kiss was deep and unhurried, lips parting mine so his tongue could slide against my own. I opened for him without hesitation. One of my hands tangled in his hair while the other stayed pressed to Reed’s chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my palm. Reed’s fingers never stopped moving. He rubbed slow, firm circles over my clit, then slipped lower, gathering the wetness there before returning to the swollen bud with more pressure.

I moaned into Xander’s mouth. He answered by kissing me harder, one hand sliding under the hem of my top to cup my breast. His thumb brushed the nipple through the thin fabric of my bra until it tightened into a hard peak. Reed’s free hand joined him on the other side, pushing the fabric up so both of them could touch bare skin. Their palms were warm. Their fingers were sure. They kneaded the soft flesh of my breasts, rolling the nipples between their fingers until every stroke sent a fresh pulse of heat straight down to where Reed’s hand still worked between my legs.

Xander broke the kiss only long enough to drag his mouth down the side of my throat. He licked the sensitive skin just under my ear, then bit gently, sucking until I knew there would be a mark. Reed watched for a moment before leaning in to claim my mouth for himself. His kiss was slower, deeper, the kind that made my thoughts scatter. I could taste the difference between them and I wanted both. My body arched between them, pressing my breasts more firmly into their hands and my hips more firmly against Reed’s fingers.

He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. The stretch was perfect. I gasped against his lips and he swallowed the sound, curling his fingers upward until he found the place that made my thighs tremble. Xander’s hand left my breast only long enough to shove my top and bra higher, exposing both of my breasts completely to the night air and to their mouths. He lowered his head and took one nipple between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the tip. Reed pinched the other nipple between his fingers at the same time, rolling it with steady pressure while his fingers kept thrusting inside me.

The dual sensation was almost too much. Pleasure coiled tight and low in my belly. I reached down and found the hard length of Reed’s cock through his pants, stroking him through the fabric. He groaned into my mouth. Xander shifted closer so I could do the same to him, my other hand sliding over the thick ridge of his cock and squeezing. They both moved against my palms while they continued to touch me, mouths and hands never still.

Reed’s fingers pumped deeper. His thumb returned to my clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. Xander switched to my other breast, sucking the nipple until it ached in the best way, then trailing open-mouthed kisses across the soft curve before returning to the first. I was soaked. I could feel how wet I was every time Reed’s fingers slid in and out. The wet sounds of it mixed with the distant crack of fireworks and the quiet, broken noises I could not keep inside.

Xander lifted his head and looked down at me. His eyes were dark. He kissed me again, slower this time, while his hand joined Reed’s between my legs. Two sets of fingers touched me at once. Reed kept thrusting inside me. Xander rubbed my clit with firm, perfect pressure. The combination made my hips rock helplessly against their hands. I stroked them harder through their clothes, feeling both of them strain against the fabric, thick and ready.

Reed’s mouth left mine to travel down my throat, over my collarbone, and lower. He closed his lips around the nipple Xander had just abandoned and sucked. At the same time Xander’s fingers pressed more firmly against my clit. The pleasure built in heavy waves. I could feel myself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke of their hands and every pull of their mouths on my breasts. My own hands kept moving, stroking them in the same rhythm they used on me, wanting them as desperate as I was.

Xander’s breath was hot against my cheek. "You’re so wet," he murmured, voice low and rough. "Feel how easily his fingers slide inside you."

Reed’s answer was a deeper thrust of his fingers and a harder suck on my nipple. I moaned openly now, no longer caring who might hear. The fireworks continued overhead, painting their faces in brief flashes of color. I looked between them and felt the bond hum under my skin, strong and warm and certain. This was not fear. This was not survival. This was want, pure and shared.

Reed added a third finger. The stretch made my back arch. Xander’s fingers on my clit never slowed. They worked me together until the tension finally broke. The orgasm rolled through me in long, deep pulses. My inner walls clenched around Reed’s fingers. My thighs shook. I cried out against Xander’s mouth as he kissed me through it, swallowing every sound while Reed kept moving his fingers and Xander kept rubbing my clit, drawing the pleasure out until I was trembling and soft between them.

They eased their hands away only when the last aftershock faded. Reed brought his glistening fingers to my lips. I opened without being asked and tasted myself on his skin while Xander watched, eyes heavy with need. Then Xander leaned down and licked the same fingers clean, his tongue brushing mine in the process. The sight and the feel of it made fresh heat pool low in my belly even though I had just come.

I reached for the front of Reed’s pants again, wanting more, wanting them bare and inside me. Xander’s hand covered mine, guiding it, helping me free Reed’s cock. It was thick and hard in my palm, the tip already wet. Reed’s breath left him in a rough sound as I stroked him skin to skin. Xander freed himself next, and I wrapped my other hand around him too, feeling the weight and heat of both of them while they leaned over me, mouths returning to my breasts, my throat, my lips.

They kissed me in turns while I stroked them. Reed’s hips moved in small thrusts against my fist. Xander’s did the same. Their hands roamed my body without urgency now, cupping my breasts, sliding down my stomach, brushing between my legs again just to feel how wet I still was. I was lost in the heat of it, in the press of their bodies, in the knowledge that they wanted me as much as I wanted them. The grass was soft under my back. The night air cooled the places their mouths left damp. Every nerve felt alive.

Reed’s hand covered mine on his cock, showing me the exact pressure he needed. Xander’s mouth found my nipple again and sucked in time with the strokes of my hand. I could feel both of them getting closer, the way their breathing changed, the way their muscles tensed under my touch. I wanted to take them over the edge the way they had taken me. I stroked faster, tighter, watching their faces in the shifting light of the fireworks.

Just as Xander leaned in to kiss me again and Reed’s hand tightened over mine, a small sound cut through the night.

"Meow."

All three of us froze.

I lifted my head. Xander glanced around. Reed sat up slightly, listening.

Another meow came, fainter this time, almost distressed.

I pushed myself upright, searching the grass and the dark line of bushes at the edge of the hill. The heat of the moment still lingered under my skin, but the sound pulled my attention completely. Reed’s eyes were already fixed on the direction it had come from.

The meow came again, soft and thin.

I was certain it had come from the bushes.

I looked at the twins.

"There’s a cat out there."