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Woken up by a sound she can’t quite decipher (yet), Layla tries to turn around in the large bed.

Well, “trying” being the keyword here, because something, or rather, someone, more or less pins her to said bed with an arm around her waist.

Which in turn makes her smile.

When she first came to London, eager to find out what actually had happened to her estranged husband (she had feared the worst), she never, ever would have thought that they not only would rekindle their marriage, but also that she would embrace the truth about Marc and his alters as wholeheartedly as she did – and that she would enjoy the differences between them, especially in the bedroom.

Behind her, Marc (or whoever has taken over at this moment) murmurs something along the lines of “too soon”, and only with a lot of restraint, Layla can stop herself from laughing out loud.

No matter which alter is at the front, none of them are actually a morning person, though Steve is a lot less grumpy about it than both Marc and Jake.

There’s no imminent mission planned for the day ahead, and for once, Layla is grateful for it. Sure, it’s nice and exhilarating to fight the bad guys with the ancient powers they both have – Marc despite cutting ties with Khonshu after defeating Harrow, which somewhat troubles Layla – , but once in a while, it’s also quite nice to just float along with the stream of life around them.

Or having time for some romps in the sheets, which gives Leyla more than one idea.

Finally managing to extract herself from the steel-like grip of her companion, she gives the entire room a good look.

As usual with their recent sex life, their clothes are strewn around almost everywhere, but for now, Layla couldn’t care less about them.

She’s still horny, despite their repeated lovemaking last night, and she has to do something about it.

Locating what she was looking for, she returns to the bed, pausing for a moment to just admire her husband.

It was the first thing she noticed about him when they first met, and even now, after everything that has happened since then, he’s still the most handsome man she ever has met.

And when he’s sleeping, everything that troubles him throughout the day falls away from him, taking at least ten years with it, making him look so much younger (and even more handsome, Layla surmises, she’s just that shallow for him)

He stirs a bit, as if he senses her lingering gazes, but it’s not enough to wake him up completely.

Which absolutely works in Layla’s favor at the moment.

She has a plan, and if she can get the proverbial drop on him, the better.

Again, as if he senses her thoughts, he turns onto his back, placing himself almost perfect in the middle of the bed – which Layla immediately takes advantage of and secures his legs to the footrest with some of the longer silk scarves she has acquired over time.

It’s somewhat new to both (?) of them to be so open about their sexual fantasies. Sure, they had incredible sex back when they first met and got married, but after their recent adventures, something has awaken, at least in Layla, and she might win any bet that Marc’s new openness has something to do with his alters.

Sex with Marc is usually bordering on rough, but always both aware and considerate of her, and if she ever would experience pain during it, Layla wouldn’t put it behind Marc to stop right there and then and let his well-hidden tender side take over.

Which is something he has in common with Steve, but compared to Marc, the first alter is probably the most considerate and sensible lover Layla ever had. During their first time, she actually had to stop him from checking in with her every few minutes, telling him that while she more than appreciates his worries, she’s not a fragile porcelain doll either.

Last but not least there’s Jake, Marc’s second alter, and Layla isn’t shy to say that when she first encountered him, he downright frightened her.

He was more or less devoid of any emotion at all, but in a still-going effort of teamwork of her, Marc and Steven, they have tampered him down a bit. Still, Jake’s the most volatile of the pack, and while that’s something that can come in handy during a mission, it took some time for Layla to feel comfortable around him in the bedroom – until they all realized that quickies in dark alleyways, the backseat of a car, or the restroom of a bar are the best way to keep Jake in check.

By now, Layla has finished her work and fixated her husband’s arms to the headrest of the bed, again with some silk scarves. Taking a step back to admire her handiwork, she even considers taking a pic of it all with her phone, but then, she discards the idea, realizing that any enemies might use it as leverage against them.

And so, she just commits it to the safety of her memory.

As if on cue, her partner stirs again, and feeling the restraints preventing him from moving around is apparently enough to fully wake him up.

“Layla?” he asks, blinking the last remains of sleep from his eyes. And even though it’s just one word, it’s enough to tell her that for now, she has to deal with Jake. She can’t pinpoint or explain it, but there’s a slight edge to Jake’s voice that is missing from both Marc’s and Steven’s.

“Easy, Jake,” she finally replies, crawling onto the bed and straddling his thighs, not taking her eyes from his. “I just had an idea, and I wanted to see how it plays out.”

“Let me guess,” he replies, a downright dirty grin spreading on his face, “you want me at your mercy, right?” Layla only nods. “I’m game, but I think your plan has a tiny flaw.”

“Which is?” Layla prompts, moving up until she’s right above his lap. All she would have to do right now is sink down on his cock, standing to attention beneath her. But she has to show some restraint of her own if she wants this all play out as perfectly as it was in her mind.

“At the end, I think it’s a safe bet that it’s gonna be you who’s begging and who’s at my mercy.” He lets out a sigh. “I already can see it – you writhing here in my lap, begging me to fill you up.”

“You really think that’s gonna happen, huh?” Now it’s Jake’s turn to nod. “Maybe, but you will only do so once I allow it.”

And before Jake can come up with a reply, Layla just sinks down on him, causing them both to groan.

No matter how many times they do it, Layla still marvels at both his size and the fact that she still gets the most delicious friction, sending hot-white sparks of electricity up and down her spine.

“God, Layla…,” Jake groans once he’s fully sheathed inside of her, trying his best to keep still, just a few more moments, relishing in the feeling.

After a small eternity, Layla finally begins to move atop of him, alternating between going up and down and rotating her hips in a manner that quickly has his mind spinning along her.

Since he can’t do anything with his hands, Jake tries to find other ways to give Layla the bit of extra simulation she usually needs to orgasm – and he finally finds it right in front of his face.

The first thing she ever has allowed him to touch were her breasts, and by now, he knows exactly what he needs to do, especially when Layla is apparently this horny.

Capturing one of her nipples with his mouth, he lets his tongue swirl around the nub, turning it slowly into a hard pebble, which in turn causes Layla groan so guttural that it sends all the remaining blood in his body into his cock in a heartbeat.

Jake’s not ashamed to admit that he’s a proverbial (and literal) slut for hearing her groan, for getting the audio evidence of the effect his administrations have on her.

Atop him, Layla is speeding up, which on one hand makes it a bit harder to keep up with toying with her nipples, but on the other hand tells him that she’s close.

The higher pitch of her groans and moans is another clue, and the higher she gets with her voice, the more Jake feels his own orgasm approach.

He finally gives up on catching her breasts, focusing instead on getting her over the proverbial edge and allow him to come as well.

But Layla is apparently testing him – maybe them both – as she slows down a bit just when he thinks they are going over the edge. She still moves a bit, but takes it down a notch or two from the frantic way she just did seconds ago.

“Layla,…”

“Y-yes?” she forces out, sounding as breathless as if she just had run a marathon or something like that.

“Don’t stop, I’m so close,” Jake replies, cringing on the inside that his voice probably has exactly the whining edge to it that she wanted to achieve from the get-go.

“Really? You wanna come?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it, Jake.”

“Please, Layla, please. Let me come, I know you’re close too.”

For a hot moment, only their breathing is audible in the room, and Jake fears that she wants to draw it out a bit more, maybe even until either Marc or Steven takes over. But even if he’s a bit egoistic right now, Jake wants that orgasm for himself, period.

“Come for me, Jake, now!”

The command is whispered in his ear, and while part of him all but jumps at both the fact that he failed to notice her getting this close and the roughness of her voice, the better part of him just follows her words.

By now, Layla has sped up again, holding onto his shoulders while she all but bounces up and down his cock, riding him in earnest.

Jake feels his balls all but drawing towards his body, heavy and ready to burst, and above him, Layla lets out a particular high-pitched sound, while he feels her muscles starting to contract around him, pulling his cock into her even further.

It’s the most exquisite feeling he’s ever experienced.

Layla keeps making these high-pitched sounds, as if the air was punched out of her lungs, and just as Jake thinks he can’t take anymore of it all – her sounds, her movements, her muscles locking his cock in a vice-like grip – , his vision turns blinding white and his own orgasm drags him under in the only maelstrom he ever wants.

When he finally comes down from the high, he sees nothing, thanks to Layla’s forehead touching his.

“You okay?” he asks, still feeling a bit light-headed, in a good, no excellent way.

“Yeah, that was amazing,” Layla whispers before kissing him senseless (or whatever is left of them senses by now). “You think we could add this to ‘our’ repertoire?”

If anything, this request is a testament to the wonderful person Layla Al-Faouly is, basically. She not only has adapted to having both him and Steven in addition to Marc around, she also has welcomed them in her sex life, and even developed different repertoires tailored to their sexual preferences.

Which is something Jake never thought would be possible.

But then again, he never has met someone like Layla, and while he follows her with his eyes as she frees his ankles and wrists from their silky “prisons”, he swears to himself that, like Marc and Steven, he will do everything to keep her safe at his side.

And he knows that while the three of them are quite different, this is something they absolutely agree on.

Time to let one of the others out to play.