Chapter 118 – Dark Titan and the Morning Sun

[2009 – September]

Being raised as a living weapon, Laura was naturally very sensitive to her surroundings, and even if her natural defenses were instinctively lowered when she was around Elijah due to the fact that she trusted him greatly, she still woke up when he took off her jacket.

It was just that she couldn't help but be selfish and so she pretended to be asleep while enjoying the gentle care of Elijah. She didn't trust many people and it was even harder to just accept their care like this, Elijah was special though, as was Jean.

With her bodily control, it wasn't a problem to keep her breathing even and her muscles slack, so neither of them noticed her acting.

She also planned to truly rest in their bed as she couldn't sleep well in her own, where she was all alone. Here at their place, surrounded by Elijah's dark and rich scent as well as Jean's fiery-sweet fragrance, Laura somehow felt at ease and safe.

If it was here, she knew that she would be able to sleep without worries, her bad dreams unable to reach her while under Elijah's protection.

Still, when her ears picked up the sound of low moans and pants, Laura inevitably perked up as she slipped out of the bed and silently walked toward the half-opened bedroom door.

Peering through the gap, her eyes widened at the scene before her and her breath quickened.

Elijah and Jean were both completely nude and Elijah's tall body hovered above Jean's as he pressed her delicate frame into the soft leather couch, his hard shaft sunken to the hilt into his lover's sex.

Jean's legs were spread wide while she rolled her hips, meeting his every thrust with sensual movements of her own as she moaned and cried out his name in a suppressed voice.

Elijah's hands meanwhile wandered over her sides and kneaded her breasts, his lips drawing paths from her jaws down her neck, shoulder, and finally her chest, leaving marks on Jean's unblemished skin as he claimed her again and again.

Laura couldn't tear her eyes away from them for the moment as she saw them together. She knew this wasn't some crude, lust-driven copulation where either party only aimed to satisfy their own desires. No, what she saw was something completely different.

This was intimacy born from the deepest affection, their love for each other, and the bond they shared visible in the way they moved in harmony, their eyes fixed on each other, endless longing and passion setting them aflame.

Especially the way Jean called out for Elijah, her voice soft and yearning as she promised him that she belonged to him, that she loved him, the unmatched devotion something entirely foreign to Laura.

Elijah wasn't any less loving as he rained kisses down on Jean's exposed skin, his arms wrapped around Jean as he pressed her soft curves against his chiseled form, their bodies fitting together as if they had been born from the same mold. He whispered confessions of love as he brought his lover pleasure that had her crying out his name.

Laura had never seen something so beautiful in all her life, and her heart ached by simply watching the two of them together. She had seen the bond between Elijah and Jean during normal times but as she watched them during this act, their bond seemed to almost manifest, wrapping itself around them and separating them from everyone else.

And Laura wanted to be part of this, her heart yearning to be loved and desired like they loved and desired each other. Though Laura didn't want to replace Jean, not anymore. She was envious of their bond, not of Jean.

In the beginning, she might have harboured thoughts of replacing Jean as Elijah's lover but that had been before the beautiful redhead had approached her and offered her friendship. Jean's kindness had left a deep mark in her heart, her strength of an entirely different nature than Elijah's, and yet it had moved her all the same.

Where Elijah felt like an ancient beast made out of darkness and shadows, unafraid even in the darkest of nights, his mere presence like a dark titan that could hold up the moon, Jean was like the morning sun after dawn, her soft warmth gifting her hope and affection, her inner beauty matching her outer appearance perfectly.

Laura hadn't noticed it this clearly before, but as she watched them make love, she realized that she wanted to be with both of them, wanted to share their bond. She felt drawn to both of them, something inside her crying out to her, urging her to just be with them.

To be honest, Laura didn't differentiate much between men and women, as she had seen and experienced both do terrible things. Her childhood had been a horror show that had left her relying on her more bestial instincts to decide who to trust and who not to, and the same was true for whom she liked or not.

And right now, her instincts were telling her that being with them would bring her warmth, joy, and comfort. She felt as if she could be herself with them, in fact, she knew she could as they had both accepted her as she was from the beginning.

Pushing aside those thoughts, Laura forced herself to take a step back and avert her gaze, closing the bedroom door quietly in the process. This was their moment, and she felt uncomfortable intruding on it any further as this was obviously a precious moment the both of them only wanted to share with each other.

Walking back to the bed, Laura stripped off her pants and sweater before grabbing an oversized hoodie that was draped over a small stool that stood next to the wooden closet.

Pulling the sweater over her head, which obviously belonged to Elijah, she slipped back under the covers and inhaled deeply, Elijah's and Jean's scent setting her mind at ease while also making her feel a bit hot and bothered.

She couldn't help the images that flashed through her mind, images of a naked embrace and whispered words of love. Her thighs rubbed against each other uncontrollably as she couldn't calm down for a long time, echoes of their lovemaking reaching her ears even through the thick wooden door.

Laura forced herself to not touch herself as Elijah's bare form appeared in her mind, his well-muscled physique and deep green eyes making him look like a temptation she could not shake off, while Jean's lithe body likewise passed through her mind, her clothes a thing of the past as she moved like the goddess of sensuality itself.

She couldn't help the quiet whimper that escaped her lips as she pressed her thighs together and held her eyes closed, hoping that sleep would come any minute and release her from this delicious torture.

Still, a few minutes passed and she simply couldn't hold back anymore as the sounds from the living room didn't let up. Her hand slipping between her legs, Laura pulled aside her panties and buried her head in a soft pillow, Elijah's and Jean's scent invading her sensitive nose while she started to caress herself.

Images of her own hands wandering over Jean's soft curves appeared in her mind, as she imagined herself being with them both. Kissing Jean and tasting the skin of her smooth neck while Elijah entered her from behind with powerful and deep thrusts, his lips and teeth wandering over her shoulders.

He would be rough and forceful with her while Jean would be gentle and attentive.

Her teeth buried in the soft pillow, Laura moaned throatily as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced rushed through her young body just a few moments after she had started to touch herself, nearly making her faint as she suppressed the urge to cry out her imaginary lovers' names.