Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140

Aiden

The scene unfolding before me was one of the most intensely charged moments I had ever carefully arranged. Watching my boy struggle against the restraints, his body taut and trembling, yet enduring each stroke with a fierce, stubborn grace—it stirred something deep inside me almost instantly. My desire flared, igniting within minutes.

But what struck me far more sharply—what tore at my core more than the sight of fresh welts blossoming across his skin—was the way he hardened as his eyes locked onto her.

That… that cut deeper than I expected.

I had tried to convince myself to accept it, to grow accustomed to this new reality he had chosen for himself, and to be the one guiding him through it. Yet, witnessing his arousal as he gazed so intently at Luna’s body made me want to dismantle the entire setup and whisk him away from the stage, away from prying eyes, where no one else could see him like this.

And damn it, I knew I had selected one of the most breathtaking girls I’d ever laid eyes on. Just because she didn’t ignite anything in me didn’t mean I couldn’t recognize her beauty—she was absolutely stunning, drop-dead gorgeous. I wanted him to feel that pull, to experience the temptation he was inevitably going to encounter. Because Lexie? She was just as alluring. And if she played her cards right, I was completely screwed.

Unless… maybe tonight, he’d come to understand on his own that he didn’t need this kind of “openness.” That what we had before—exclusive, private, ours—was more than enough. But judging from the way his cock throbbed, that didn’t seem to be the case.

I slowed the rhythm, dragging the flogger’s tails down his chest in slow, deliberate strokes, trying to ground him, to bring him back to me. Across from us, Roman mirrored my movements, his flogger trailing over Luna’s flushed skin. She arched beneath his touch, her eyes shimmering as if she had been waiting eagerly for the next command.

I let the flogger’s strands brush against Noah’s chest, sliding over his nipple piercings until his breath hitched sharply. I circled around him slowly, maintaining a steady rhythm, then snapped the flogger just hard enough to make his body jerk before soothing the leather back over his skin. His cock twitched, pre-cum slick against his belly.

On the other side, Roman’s leather tails swept across Luna’s breasts. She arched into the sensation, her lips parting slightly as a low, breathy sound escaped her throat. Roman leaned in close, dragging the flogger handle across her peaked nipples before lowering his head to lick them—slow, indulgent, and utterly obscene.

The audience stirred softly, shifting in their seats, their collective breath held in anticipation.

Noah’s eyes snapped to her, wide and fixed, his chest rising and falling faster. His cock pulsed, hard and flushed, and I nearly growled in frustration.

I let the flogger trail lower, brushing against his thighs, deliberately dragging the straps over his cock until he gasped sharply. Then I leaned in close, whispering so only he could hear, “You want more? Watch her. Match her.”

Roman’s grin sharpened, as if he’d been waiting for that signal. He tapped Luna’s thigh with the flogger, and she obediently spread her legs wider, the chains clinking softly as she complied. Her wetness gleamed under the stage lights.

My voice followed, sharp and commanding, slicing through the charged silence. “Stand, Xion. Legs apart.”

Noah surged upward, less graceful now, driven by raw hunger. He planted his feet firmly shoulder-width apart on the stage, his chest heaving rapidly. The sound of his chains rattling free echoed through the room, and the crowd exhaled as one.

Roman’s hand tangled in Luna’s hair, guiding her between Noah’s thighs. “Taste,” he ordered.

Her lips closed over him, and Noah groaned, his head tilting back as the sound rolled through the room like a wave.

And I wanted to kill him.

She moved closer, mouth open, lips wrapping around the head of his cock. Noah groaned again, chains clinking as his body jerked forward into her throat. My chest tightened painfully. Every sound, every twitch of his body belonged to me, yet it was her who was drawing it out of him.

The room felt electric, charged with tension and raw desire, and I stood there, caught between jealousy and an aching need I couldn’t deny.