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“We’re all smiling right now, Adam. But truth is… you’re on the edge of losing your mind.”
His fingers traced down to Adam’s lips.
Every gentle touch made Adam’s body shiver.
The urge to bite and suck those fingers seeped into his very bones.
“Did you miss me?”
Chester’s voice dropped low.
His fingers tapped twice against Adam’s lower lip—a prompt for an answer.
“Haa…”
Breathing raggedly, Adam blinked.
His eyelashes were heavy, wet with tears.
Feeling the brothers’ gazes fixed on him, he nodded.
“I missed you.”
Both men smiled in nearly the same way—an expression where satisfaction and desire tangled like threads in a web.
The grip on his wrist tightened. Isaac pressed his hand down and said:
“Show me.”
The hushed command slid into his ear.
“Show me how badly you longed for us.”
The words were like a spell Adam couldn’t resist.
Before he even realized, he’d done something bold—parting his lips to bite Chester’s fingers.
His teeth scraped skin, making Chester’s eyes twitch faintly.
Watching his reaction, Adam extended his tongue, wet and soft, licking along the fingers.
Slowly, he pushed them deeper into his mouth until they brushed his palate, then deeper still, hitting the back of his throat.
It was suffocating, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.
He closed his lips around them and sucked.
“Haa…”
Chester exhaled, heat in every layer of his breath. His gaze narrowed as he looked down at Adam.
Then his fingers bent, dragging along his tongue, the sharp yet teasing sensation making Adam even more sensitive. His toes pressed hard into the bedsheet.
Thud.
His right foot slipped, brushing Isaac’s thigh.
Feeling the firmness beneath his toes, Adam froze—then began trailing upward along his knee, thigh, and finally pressing into his abdomen.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
Isaac’s mutter was low and husky now.
Grabbing Adam’s ankle, he forced his legs apart.
Rolling up his pants to the calf, he pressed his lips to the top of Adam’s foot.
“Ah!”
Adam’s breath caught.
Never had he imagined that the noble duke he served would kiss his foot.
Isaac, however, seemed utterly unbothered.
He bit gently at Adam’s big toe, then licked across the top of his foot, all the while caressing his heated calf.
“Haa!”
Adam’s head tilted back as he gripped the sheets.
The hand that had been stroking his calf slid up to his inner thigh.
The moment it touched that sensitive spot, his toes curled tight.
“Feels good?”
Chester pulled out his glistening, saliva-slicked fingers and asked, “Do you like it?” Adam nodded vigorously.
“Yes.”
His voice was tight, breathless.
“I—I like it.”
Chester grinned at the honest response.
Then, cupping Adam’s cheeks with both hands, he leaned down until their foreheads touched, their hot breaths mingling effortlessly.
“Good. I like it too.”
The moment the words left his lips, Chester kissed him.
The motion was rough—sucking on his lips before pushing his tongue past them.
The pheromones of an omega in heat were thick, intoxicating, and Chester, already drowning in the scent, was clearly just as aroused.
Adam welcomed the kiss, parting his lips wider.
A wet sound erupted as their tongues slid together, tangling and sliding against each other’s surfaces.
Breathless, Adam arched his back and wrapped his arms around Chester.
A slow, deliberate stroke—Chester’s thumb grazed the shell of Adam’s ear.
Sensitive there, Adam let out a weak, “Nngh…” Chester’s tongue flicked against the roof of his mouth while his fingers teased the rim of his ear, then dipped inside.
The sudden intrusion made Adam jerk back, breaking the kiss.
“Hah!”
Chester pressed his lips to Adam’s ear and blew.
A soft “Hoo” sent a shiver down Adam’s spine, goosebumps erupting across his skin.
Just as he tried to push Chester away from the overwhelming sensation, a wet tongue slid into his ear.
The sticky sound vibrated against his eardrum.
“Hahh—!”
A high, involuntary moan tore from Adam’s throat.
The sensation of that soft tongue probing deeper was obscenely intense.
His calf, still trapped in Isaac’s grip, trembled violently.
“Focus here too.”
“Ah, w-wait—!”
Isaac’s lips brushed his calf.
He licked the skin, then nipped lightly—once, twice.
Adam couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure, but his hips jerked helplessly in response.
His cock, straining against his pants, was already dripping.
“Hh—ah, nngh…”
Overwhelmed, Adam finally whimpered.
Spurred by his cries, the Carlisle brothers’ cheeks flushed darker.
They stripped Adam’s clothes off in swift motions, fabric pooling at the foot of the bed.
Soon, Adam was left completely bare.
Even the air against his skin felt electric.
He flung an arm up, scrambling for something to cover himself—his fingers caught a pillow.
He dragged it over his face and buried himself in it.
“Hiding just your face?” Chester laughed.
Then his lips found the dip below Adam’s collarbone.
He sucked at the thin skin, drawing another broken sound from Adam.
His mouth trailed lower with wet, noisy kisses until he reached a nipple.
He rolled the soft bud between his lips, and it stiffened instantly under his tongue.
“Hh—!”
“Cute. Getting this worked up from just a little sucking. But your scent—fuck, it’s lethal.”
“I—I can’t… help it…” Adam panted into the pillow.
“Just enjoy it.”
Chester kept teasing his chest—sucking, licking, even biting until Adam’s back arched off the bed.
“Haah, ah—! Nn, there—right there…”
Chester smirked at his unusually vocal praise.
“What feels good?”
“When you—ah—suck my chest… nn, it’s good…”
“So lewd. You’re unbelievable.”
He flicked the other nipple, watching it redden under his touch.
When he scraped a nail over it, Adam’s grip on the pillow failed—it tumbled to the floor.
“Ah—!”
Adam’s gaze dropped, and the sight burned into his vision: Chester’s tongue lavishing attention on his chest, his jaw resting against flushed skin.
Just knowing someone was worshipping his body made his head spin.
Then their eyes met.
Chester, cross-eyed from looking up, burst into laughter, his hot breath ghosting over Adam’s slicked skin.
“Hah—!”
“You like it that much?”
Chester kneaded his chest, thumbs pressing into his swollen nipples.
“Ah—! S-stop…!”
Adam shuddered, shoulders tensing.
Chester bit one playfully, leaving a faint mark.
Meanwhile, Isaac hadn’t stopped either.
He’d worked his way between Adam’s thighs, lips trailing over sensitive skin—before suddenly taking his cock into his mouth.
“Ah—! Ah!”
Adam’s hands flew down, fingers tangling in Isaac’s hair.
But Isaac didn’t stop.
He licked the flushed head, then prodded the slit, making Adam’s hips jerk.
“Relax.”
Isaac pulled back just enough to speak, but Adam was too far gone.
With a firm grip, Isaac pushed his thighs apart and dragged his tongue lower, lapping at his balls.
The wet heat made Adam’s knees twitch.
“Hah…”
His trembling moans were obscene.
The fingers in Isaac’s hair loosened, instead petting him softly.
“Adam.”
Chester tilted his chin up, forcing eye contact.
“Did you use the toy I gave you?”
“……”
“You must’ve been lonely. I hoped it’d help.”
Adam stared before nodding faintly.
Then he caught Chester’s finger between his teeth, biting down gently.
When Chester twitched, Adam soothed the mark with his tongue, lips dragging wetly over skin.
The alpha’s pheromones spiked—clearly affected.
Adam pressed a kiss to Chester’s knuckles.
Once, twice.
Then met his gaze again.
“…Yes.”
His whisper was fragile, barely audible.
“I used it.”
Chester’s facial muscles twitched.
He clenched his jaw, suppressing something, then moved his arm.
When he pinched the stiffened nipple, Adam’s body shuddered.
“Yeah? How was it?”
Adam shook his head.
“It wasn’t enough.”
“…Wasn’t enough?”
“No.”
“……”
“It wasn’t enough. I wanted… more. It’s better with you and the Duke… I wasn’t satisfied.”
Wrapped in lust, Adam was more honest than ever, confessing truths he would normally take to the grave.
Chester’s gaze darkened.
He scanned Adam’s face, his eyes lingering like a brand, each glance searing.
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