Up in the Stars

Sunder

Hello dear friends.

The world has seemingly fallen apart since I last updated.

I just hope you all are safe and well.

In times like these, it is easy to feel alone.

But I hope you know that you are not.

Sending a warm virtual hug to all of you.

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The sound of a chuckle from the doorway draws her attention from the book in her hands.

"I figured we might find you here. Our little bookworm." Dante grinned, approaching her curled position in the armchair.

He plucked the book from her hands, dogearing the page before setting it on the table.

"My first guess was the music room." Alexander quipped as he stepped behind her.

Running his hands over her shoulders, massaging the tension that had knotted there.

A smile stretched across her face as Theodore entered the room, taking measured steps toward her.

All three of them were here.

He stopped just before her, reaching down to grip her chin.

"Found you, darling." His minty breath brushes over her face.

Dante runs a hand through her curls, sitting on the arm of the chair.

His fingers tangle, tugging her head toward him.

Warm lips slant over her own, a soft sigh leaving her.

Soft touches dance down her arm, a second set of lips fluttering against her neck.

Alexander's hands trail lower, drawing swirls on her collarbone before dipping lower still.

Her chest rising and falling heavily under his ministrations.

Theodore's lips press more firmly, mapping across the expanse of her neck.

A hand tugs her up so she is standing, the three envelope her until she is at the center of them.

Dante's fingers slip beneath her shirt, gripping her hips and pulling her back against him.

He nips at her ear lobe as Alexander caresses her face.

Brushing lovingly against her cheekbones, he presses a searing kiss to her mouth.

Swallowing her soft gasp, he presses her further against Dante.

Another set of hands, Theodore's, drag along the waist of her shorts.

He slides beneath the cotton, tracing the lace edging of her panties.

A moan leaves her as he finds her core, his fingers expertly pressing against her.

She melts as they devour her, all heat and burning.

Skin and lust and love and devotion.

They are all that is holding her up, all that is keeping her on this planet.

There is no gravity.

No laws of nature.

Only them and the way they fold her against them.

She is clay, molded by their hands.

Born from the earth, forged by their fire.

It is evident in the way they set her ablaze.