My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

326-329: Chapter 16

To her soulmates she was the most intoxicating concoction of apples and baked goods.

Amber was sweet, juicy, and swollen, dripping from the inside and bursting with nectar; so full that she was begging to erupt over a nice slab of the crispiest, most buttery crust in the world. And it would spill— sleek over glossy, tender flesh; tart and yet so sweet it could quench all thirst and end all hunger.

It sounded delicious to her, made her tummy grumble from the literary porn. She assumed her existence must simply make them hungry, bring forth the starvation that lingered within bottomless depths. But to them, it was something nut worthy, something that they could cream over.

Something that was making them ten seconds away from orgasm, and yet nothing came out of the panicked squeezed shafts and finger webs twisting over swollen cock heads. She heard them all—their voices, twisting and breathless—with her body propped against the wall, listening to desperation.

The first five minutes of not understanding had been awkward torture.

She'd spent the first minute, shoulder against the wall, teeth upon lips that were not hers. She heard the unbothered slaps of fists against pelvis, cock fisted between hands like a horny teenager who'd just found a use for the appendage that hung from his groin. She listened to the low whispery 'fuck', and then the angry groans that escaped his throat.

Sieon was acting strange.

Amber had been confused by their steady escape when she'd swept into the kitchen wondering what she had fucked up this time. All seven left like the winds at sea, fast and whistling in her ears, ran before she could catch expressions and register feelings. She chased Sieon down like a hound after blood.

Her soulmate had stormed into the bathroom to fuck his own palm with the knowledge that she was outside and confused as fuck over their new predicament. She waited for him to cum, stood outside the toilet in a hotel that they were supposed to leave an hour ago. Then pondered the reasons why he seemed to be acting like a teenager who'd just had his first taste of erotica.

Sieon stepped out, more pissed than she'd ever seen him. It was if the apocalypse had begun, and he'd just met the devil. Twisted, and mean, he'd glared at her, eyes so dark and so evil she'd been stunned into silence, stepped back because God he looked like he could punch her. And he was ready to because she was him, not her.

Then there was a twist in his eyes, a flicker of raw goddamn desperation. A twitch of his nose, a small sniffle led to the melting of an iceberg. He crumbled, warmth flooding a breath-taking face. Her first understanding of the situation was a drawn-out hiss through his teeth. His musk was thicker from sweat, hotter because it was fresh and dripping from a sexual escapade.

She tasted him like this once, bronze, flustered and wet as his hips snapped against hers, cock so hard she felt it twitch inside walls that weren't made to feel so much. His curls had been soaked; skin so dewy it glistened, fit, filthy and toned. And on his finger was a band of brilliant red roses.

Sieon rarely fucked her with frustration, was a good boy on good days, but when he was angry, he made her cum two times harder, and three times faster. His fingers always rubbing a bruising tempo on her clit, and his lips marking her skin with hickeys that would not leave for days. He'd broken records in her sex life.

She knew because he forced her to count the seconds.

His first words were weird. "You're making me horny."

"Huh," she'd exhaled, brow stiff. The explanation of his crazed escape was a stupid animalistic reason that made no sense. But it was nice to know that he now loved JieMi. She appreciated the heads up, understood the allure.