Even with Edmund's sudden appearance, the Twinster didn't tense up at all. Their relationship clearly went beyond simple "professionalism" or mere subordination.
The Leopard, especially, didn't even flinch even when he was so possessive when he brought up Crimson Diablo. It was as if he'd anticipated this exact situation.
'What a weird guy…'
With practiced ease, he shrugged off his black suit jacket and loosened his red tie, draping both over the sofa's armrest.
"How's your day, Young Master?"
Adrian asked casually, breaking the thick silence that had settled over the room. Lucien stared at them, baffled by how relaxed they all seemed in such an indecent moment.
Edmund took a seat on the opposite couch, poured himself a glass of whisky, and took a slow sip. His eyes never left the omega.
"Good," he replied evenly. "Why don't you continue?"
"Great," Silas chimed in with a grin.
He wrapped his arm around Lucien's waist and positioned himself, the head of his cock brushing against the slick entrance.
Lucien shivered, the tip was already teasing his wet hole, his body aching for that thickness to push inside.
But he couldn't ignore the way Edmund's sharp green eyes bore into him. Every movement he made was being watched, dissected.
"Stop it!" he barked suddenly, shooting Edmund a heated glare. "Stop looking at me like that! Do you know how awkward this is? If you want to join, then get over here!"
The alpha only laughed, leaning back with his legs crossed, exuding that insufferable arrogance.
"Why? Does being watched make you excited? If you feel embarrassed of me being here, just remember you spread your legs and begged to be filled a couple of hours ago."
"That's the opposite of what I'm saying!" Lucien snapped.
"You're lying, Lucien," Adrian teased, voice hot against his ear. "Just look at you. Your cock's twitching, begging to come again."
Lucien shuddered as his hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly to tease him and even pressed on his urethra, finding every sensitive spot. His breath hitched.
'Damn it, I feel like a circus animal…' he thought, biting his lower lip hard.
But his body betrayed him. No matter how mortifying it was to be watched while two men toyed with him, every glance from Edmund made his pulse quicken. Embarrassment twisted into a darker thrill.
"Ahh, fine! Do as you like!" he finally blurted, surrendering to whatever perverse kink this was.
The Twinster grinned as Silas finally pushed his shaft inside, earning a deep, drawn-out groan from the omega. He hit Lucien's sweet spot in one go: thick, overwhelming, exactly the way he loved it.
"Ahhh! Move, Silas!" Lucien ordered breathlessly.
He lifted his feet up to brush his fingers along the man's handsome face, but Silas only chuckled, caught Lucien's, placed it on his shoulder, and pushed the rest of his length in with a low groan.
"You're still so damn tight, even after everything," he muttered.
Lucien's inner walls clenched and sucked him in eagerly. Slick juices coated Silas's cock, making each movement glide smoothly as he started with slow, deliberate thrusts—deep and heavy—until the omega's moans filled the room.
"Hahhh, faster! Give me more, hnnnghh!" he begged.
The room was drenched in Lucien's scent: the sweet-tart tang of pomegranate mingled with the delicate jasmine flower.
It drove Silas wild. His thrusts quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as sweat beaded down his toned chest.
The omega beneath him was too delicious to resist, he leaned down, kissing and nipping Lucien's neck, leaving a trail of possessive marks.
Adrian who was behind Lucien, grabbing a fistful of his long dark hair and tilting his head back.
"Oh no, you can't leave marks there," he teased Silas. "Do you want Young Master to put a muzzle on you?"
Silas growled, eyes glinting like a wild beast. "Tch. We should put something on his neck."
"Oh, I will," Adrian purred.
He lowered his zipper, letting his cock spring free: thick and flushed, casting a shadow over Lucien's face.
"You know what to do, right, Lucien?"
Lucien didn't need to be told twice. He licked along the length slowly, coating it with saliva before Adrian grabbed his neck, guided himself to the omega's lips, and thrust deep down his throat in one firm stroke.
As Adrian moved, the bulge traced along Lucien's throat, making the alpha smirk with pride.
"Damn… your throat feels like a pussy," Adrian groaned, rolling his hips.
Lucien could only surrender to it. His throat burned and tightened with each plunge, while his ass was pounded relentlessly. Silas's thrusts grew rougher and faster. Each one sending a shiver up Lucien's spine.
'Oh, fuck… they're so rough!' he thought, his fingers digging into Adrian's thigh, silently begging him to ease up.
Adrian's cock kept slamming against the back of his throat, tears welling in his eyes, but the alpha was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to notice.
The rhythm of the bed matched Silas's pace. It was hard and relentless. Groans and praises spilled from his lips as he watched Lucien unravel beneath him.
"Ahhh, Lucien… I want to ruin this perfect hole of yours. Fuck, it's tightening again! Yeah, you love it rough, don't you?" Silas hissed.
He lifted Lucien's legs onto his shoulders, driving in deeper with each thrust, aiming to bury himself to the hilt. The pressure inside Lucien built to a fever pitch, his stomach fluttered with heat, his muscles convulsed.
"Mmmphhh! Hngghhh!" he tried to moan, but Adrian's penis filled his mouth completely.
Precum leaked down his throat as the alpha thrust with single-minded vigor, not caring how messy or desperate Lucien became.
Their cocks swelled inside him, both of them teetering on the edge. With one final, brutal thrust from both ends, they came.
Thick, hot cum splattered across Lucien's face and chest, dripping down his flushed skin as their ragged breaths filled the room.
Lucien trembled violently, his head fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. His gaze slid toward Edmund.
The bulge in Edmund's pants was impossible to ignore, pressing tight against the fabric as though straining to break free. Veins pulsed at his temple, his knuckles whitened against the armrest, yet he didn't move.
His whiskey glass sat forgotten on the table. His eyes—sharp and predatory—were locked on Lucien like a hawk on cornered prey.
The air between them thickened. A subtle shift, like the room itself was holding its breath.
Lucien's lips curled into a slow, sly smirk as he licked a stray drop of cum from the corner of his mouth, deliberately keeping his gaze on Edmund.
'Oh? Playing hard to get, are we?' he thought, arching his back just slightly, giving the alpha a perfect view of his wrecked body. 'Let's see how long that calm act lasts, Young Master…'
Edmund's jaw flexed. He still didn't move, but the weight of his stare alone was enough to make Lucien's pulse quicken.
A storm was building behind those green eyes, and Lucien couldn't wait to be caught in it.