Chapter 10: The Legend's Reward
The hardness in his hand felt borrowed, fueled by adrenaline and the illicit image she’d planted in his brain. Aidan looked from Mei-Ling’s expectant face to Catriona’s approving nod. The instruction was silent but clear.
“On the bed,” he said, his voice gravel. “Hands and knees.”
Mei-Ling rose from her knees, her movements fluid despite the night’s toll. She climbed onto the vast mattress, the pale expanse of her back a canvas of faint marks. She settled onto all fours, her head bowed, her black hair curtaining her face. The mirrored ceiling showed her from below, an offering.
Catriona moved to the bedside table, retrieving a small bottle. She tossed it to Aidan. “Slow,” she reminded him, her eyes gleaming. “This isn’t a race anymore. It’s an unveiling.”
Aidan slicked himself, the cool gel a sharp contrast to his heat. He positioned himself behind Mei-Ling, one broad hand settling on the curve of her hip. She flinched, just once, a tiny fracture in her composure.
“You’re sure,” he muttered. It wasn’t really a question, more a formality for the record.
Mei-Ling turned her head, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark pools, unreadable. “The gift is given,” she said simply. “Take it.”
He guided himself to her, not where she was wet and used, but higher, to the tight, clenched pucker he’d only imagined. The first press was a resistance so complete it felt anatomical. Impossible. He pushed, just a steady, inexorable pressure.
A sharp, bitten-off gasp escaped her. Her back arched, her fingers clawing at the sheets. He felt her body try to reject him, a spasm of pure instinct.
“Breathe out,” Catriona commanded softly from beside them. She had knelt on the bed, her body pressed along Mei-Ling’s side, her mouth near the girl’s ear. “Let it go. Let him in.”
Mei-Ling exhaled in a shuddering rush, and the impossible barrier yielded a fraction. The head of his cock breached her, a burning, stretching conquest. Aidan froze, sweating from the effort of holding still. The sensation was devastating—a tight, silken fist gripping just his tip, hotter than anything else.
“Jesus,” he breathed.
“More,” Catriona whispered, her hand stroking Mei-Ling’s hair. “Just a little more.”
He pushed another inch, and Mei-Ling cried out, a raw sound that was half pain, half something else. Her whole body trembled. Aidan looked down, mesmerized by the sight of himself disappearing into that virgin territory, by the brutal intimacy of it. He retreated slightly, then sank back in, gaining another fraction.
It was a slow, grinding invasion. Each incremental advance was met with a choked sound, a tremble, then a slight, reluctant relaxation. Catriona was everywhere, her presence a balm and a catalyst. She kissed Mei-Ling’s shoulder, murmured praise, and then, as Aidan finally seated himself fully with a guttural groan, Catriona’s hand slid between Mei-Ling’s legs.
“There he is,” Catriona cooed to the girl, her fingers finding a slick, swollen rhythm. “All of him. Feel it.”
Mei-Ling’s head dropped, a low moan pulled from her. The tension in her back began to change, the pain-sharp lines softening into a curve of overwhelmed sensation.
Aidan began to move. The glide was tight, almost frictional, a devastating fullness. He set a deep, ponderous rhythm, each thrust a monumental effort. His own pleasure was a distant, secondary thing, overshadowed by the awe of the act itself, by the proof of Catriona’s power and Mei-Ling’s sacrifice.
He watched his wife work on the girl, watched Mei-Ling’s face contort, tears glistening on her lashes not from sorrow but from an overload of feeling. Her professional silence was utterly shattered. She whimpered with each drive of his hips, her sounds shaping into a single, repetitive word. “Yes… yes… yes…”
“That’s it, darling,” Catriona said, her own breath coming faster. “Take her there. Give her the peak, and then take what’s yours.”
The coordination was brutal, beautiful. Aidan’s relentless, deep-paced pounding. Catriona’s deft, unrelenting fingers. They owned Mei-Ling between them, from both sides, and her climax, when it hit, was a silent, seismic event. Her body locked, a bowstring drawn too tight, then shattered into violent, shaking waves. Her cry was muffled against the mattress.
The violent clenching around him was the final trigger. Aidan’s control snapped. He drove into her once, twice more, a final, claiming punctuation, and emptied himself with a roar that felt torn from his core. It was less a pleasure than a delivery, the last possible ounce of his being surrendered into that forbidden space.
He collapsed forward, catching his weight on his arms, hovering over Mei-Ling’s spent form. He was empty. Truly, completely empty. A vessel poured out.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing, three different rhythms slowly trying to find a common tune.
Catriona moved first. She gently withdrew her hand and leaned in, cupping Aidan’s jaw. She turned his face to hers and kissed him, deep and searching. He could taste the salt of his own sweat, the ghost of her champagne, and something else—the potent, metallic tang of shared dominion. It was a kiss of profound possession.
“Legend,” she whispered against his lips.
They untangled themselves, a careful, exhausted process. Mei-Ling simply melted sideways onto the sheets, her eyes closed, a slow tear tracing a path to the pillow. Aidan rolled onto his back, his arm over his eyes again, but the emptiness now was peaceful. Sated.
Catriona arranged the wreckage. She pulled the duvet over the three of them, a silk barrier against the cooling air. She slotted herself against Aidan’s side, her head on his chest. With her other hand, she drew Mei-Ling closer, until the girl’s back was against her front, a tiny, broken spoon in Catriona’s embrace.
No one spoke. The candles guttered lower. In the mirrored ceiling, their tangled forms were a single, breathing sculpture of completion. The night had demanded everything, and they had given it. The only sound was the slow, synchronized rise and fall of their chests, and the distant, forgiving hum of the city far below.