Rejected Luna Queen

Nesta’s POV

I stepped out of the shower, droplets of water still clinging to my skin, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed into the room.

The soft fabric barely covered my body, leaving little to the imagination. The cool air of the room caressed my damp skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

Nolan stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the garden outside. He told me to shower while he went to change his work outfit to nightwear.

The moonlight streamed in, casting a soft glow across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.

I watched him for a moment, appreciating the quiet strength he exuded even in this moment of stillness. Such handsomeness and mine.

Just as I was about to move toward him, the door opened, and Rowan walked in. His eyes immediately found mine, and for a brief second, the world seemed to pause.

His presence filled the room, the air thickening with the weight of unspoken desire. The lust is evident in his eyes. Prominent.

I saw the way his eyes darkened as they roamed over my barely covered body, and then I noticed the bulge in his pants, a clear sign of his arousal.

Before I could react, Nolan turned, his senses keenly attuned to the change in the room’s atmosphere. He felt the desire hanging.

His eyes flicked to Rowan, then back to me, and I saw his pupils dilate, his own arousal evident. His sweatpants tented too.

The tension between the three of us crackled like electricity, and I felt a surge of heat pool between my legs. Fucking hell, I’m wet.

Water pooled in my pussy as I stood there, feeling the magnetic pull of their desire. My breath hitched, and I knew there was no escaping this.

They were going to worship me tonight, and I was more than willing to be their object of adoration.

Rowan moved first, crossing the room in a few quick strides. He stopped in front of me, his hands reaching out to gently grasp my hips.

His touch was both firm and tender, and I leaned into it, craving more. Nolan was at my side in an instant, his hand coming up to brush a damp strand of hair away from my face.

“You’re so beautiful,” Nolan murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Rowan’s hands slid up my sides, his thumbs brushing just beneath the edge of the towel.

“We’ve missed you,” he added, his voice low and husky.

I could only nod, my body already responding to their proximity. The towel felt like a flimsy barrier between us, and I ached to be free of it.

As if reading my mind, Rowan’s hands moved to the knot of the towel, slowly unwrapping it from my body.

The fabric fell away, and I stood naked before them, exposed and vulnerable. But I don’t feel vulnerable, instead I feel unstoppable.

Nolan’s hand traced the curve of my cheek before he leaned in to kiss me. His lips were soft and insistent, his tongue slipping past my lips to explore my mouth.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands coming up to clutch at his shirt, needing something to ground

me.

Rowan’s hands were everywhere, caressing my back, my shoulders, my hips. His touch was both soothing and exciting, and I felt my arousal spike.

Nolan’s hands moved to my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. Maybe even filled with milk.

“Lay down,” Rowan whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

They guided me to the bed, laying me down gently on the soft sheets. I looked up at them, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Nolan and Rowan stood at the edge of the bed, their eyes devouring me.

Rowan reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his chiseled torso.

I couldn’t help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight of his muscles. Nolan followed suit, quickly stripping off his clothes until he was as naked as I was.

Two large, gorgeous dicks swinging between their muscles toned legs. If possible I got wetter.

They climbed onto the bed, their bodies pressing against mine. Nolan’s mouth found my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there. My marks.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Rowan’s hands were on my thighs, spreading them apart to reveal my wetness. I ached so much.

“You’re so wet,” Rowan murmured, his voice filled with awe. “All for us.”

Nolan’s hand trailed down my body, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing slow, tantalizing circles. My back bowed.

I arched into his touch, a moan escaping my lips before I could stop it.

“Please,” I begged, needing more.

Rowan didn’t make me wait. He positioned himself between my legs, his mouth descending to taste me.

The first swipe of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and I cried out, clutching at the sheets.

Nolan’s fingers continued their relentless teasing, driving me wild with need.

I was lost in the sensation, every touch, every kiss, pushing me closer to the edge.

Rowan’s tongue was a skilled instrument, playing my body like a finely tuned violin.

He licked and sucked, his fingers joining the fray to slide inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot.

I was trembling, my body on the brink of release. Nolan’s mouth moved down my body, his lips finding my breast and sucking on the sensitive nipple.

The combined sensations were too much, and I shattered, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.

Rowan didn’t stop, his tongue working me through the waves of pleasure until I was a boneless mess.

Nolan’s fingers slipped from my clit, his mouth finding mine for a searing kiss. I tasted myself on his lips, the flavor heady and intoxicating.

They gave me a moment to catch my breath before they moved again. Nolan’s erection was hard and demanding, pressing against my thigh.

I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his length and stroking him slowly.

Rowan moved to kneel behind me, his hands lifting my hips slightly.

I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, and I moaned, wanting him inside me.

Nolan kissed me again, his tongue delving deep as Rowan pushed into me. The sensation was exquisite, filling me completely.

I clung to Nolan, needing the connection as Rowan started to move.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body.

Nolan’s hands were on my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples and adding to the sensation.

I was surrounded by them, their bodies, their touch, their scent. It was overwhelming and perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

Rowan picked up the pace, his hips slapping against mine with each thrust. I matched his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust, my body moving in perfect harmony with his.

Nolan’s lips were on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and sending shivers down my spine.

The pleasure was building again, a tight coil in my belly ready to snap. Rowan’s hand found my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

I was close, so close, and I could feel them both pushing me towards the edge.

“I’m going to come,” I gasped, my body trembling with the effort to hold on.

“Let go,” Nolan whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Come for us.”

His words were my undoing. I cried out, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane.

Rowan followed me over the edge, his hips jerking as he found his release inside me.

We collapsed together, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. I was breathless and sated, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Nolan and Rowan held me close, their bodies warm and comforting against mine.

As we lay there, catching our breath, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. This was where I belonged, with them, in this perfect union of love and desire.

They had worshiped me, made me feel cherished and adored, and I knew that no matter what happened, we would always have this moment.

“I love you both,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

Nolan kissed my forehead, his touch gentle and reverent. “We love you too.”

Rowan’s hand found mine, squeezing it tightly. “Always.”

“Next time, pixie, I’m going to take you ass.” Nolan whispered hotly in my ear as he caressed my baby bump.

I was ready for that next time.