Page 29 of Deadmen's Queen

“Can I be gentle?” he asked, and I nodded.

“Thank heavens,” he murmured. “Because you feel utterly divine.”

He slid his fingers back inside me, stroking me tenderly as I gasped for air. His lips found mine in a searing kiss and I opened my mouth to him, his tongue exploring me as his fingers stroked and caressed.

His fingers worked slowly building up the tension inside me as he kissed and nibbled my ears. “Are you sure you're okay with this?” He asked once more, his voice low and husky.

I nodded, barely able to bring out the words. “Yes... please...,” I gasped, pulling him closer.

I opened my legs wider, wanting him deeper inside me. He grinned down at me, his free hand moving to pull the sheet away from my body.

“I want to see you,” he said, his gaze intent on me. I blushed but did not resist. Tristan's breath hitched as he took in the sight of my naked body sprawled beneath him.

“Beautiful,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes drinking me in. My body heated under his gaze, the feeling of being desired was something new and exciting.

His fingers continued their exploration, moving slowly and deliberately inside me. I closed my eyes, focusing on each stroke as it sent pleasure rippling through my core.

There was a soft knock at the door, and it opened almost immediately. I gasped, reaching for the sheet, but Tristan didn’t move, continuing to slide his fingers in and out, one leg stretching over mine to keep my legs spread wide as Bast walked into the room.

“Bast,” Tristan greeted casually, as if we had been merely chatting all along. “I was just delivering your message.”

Bast gave us a knowing smirk. “I bet,” he drawled before turning to look at me with a soft smile. “You need to get showered and dressed, Paige. Kate’s arriving in a little while to take you clothes shopping.”

“She is? Why?”

“After having a look at the items removed from your room, it would appear a lot of clothes were ruined by the… paint the intruder spread everywhere. Sadly, it would appear to be mainly your designer items that were ruined.”

I was struggling to concentrate on what he was saying with Tristan’s fingers still slowly exploring me, but I nodded before realising what Bast was trying to say. A smile spread across my face as I realised he was giving me an excuse to replace all the clothes my mother had bought me with ones of my own choosing.

“That's… that's a shame,” I managed to say. Tristan's fingers curled inside me and I gasped. Bast smiled and moved closer to the bed.

“I agree. So you’ll take my credit card and replace your wardrobe. I can’t have my Persephone living in my housemate’s sweats the rest of the term. I have an image to maintain.”

“Yes, Bast,” I said, squirming under Tristan's touch.

“Good girl. Tristan, you’d better get a move on, Paige needs to get ready. Maybe I should give you a hand?”

Tristan grinned. “Sure boss,” he said.

Bast kneeled on the bed, pushing my legs further apart, his eyes moving down over my body to where his friend’s fingers were buried inside me. I blushed fiercely under his gaze.

“You're simply exquisite, Paige,” he murmured before leaning down and running his tongue around my clit. I moaned, but Tristan leaned down, capturing my mouth and swallowing my sounds as he drove me onwards.

As they worked in tandem, I felt my body spiralling. I was helpless under their touch, their tongues and fingers driving me to a place I’d never been before. Bast’s tongue circled my clit while Tristan’s fingers drove in and out of me. It was too much, the sensation overwhelming, and I clenched around Tristan’s fingers.

“Come on Paige,” murmured Bast against my clit. “I’ve got classes this afternoon and I want the taste of your cum on my lips when I go. Let go for us.”

Hearing his voice, I let go of the control I’d been holding onto and surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. My hips bucked against Bast's mouth as I cried out my climax. Tristan continued to move inside me, keeping the pleasure going as best he could while I shuddered beneath him.

Bast finally lifted his head from between my thighs, smirking up at me while he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste incredible,” he said in a hushed voice that did nothing to hide his satisfaction.

Gently, Tristan withdrew his fingers from inside me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Come on beautiful girl,” he said. “In the shower.”

“We’ll leave you to it,” said Bast, standing up, his tongue running over his bottom lip. “Kate should be here in half an hour.”

They left the room, and I lay there a few minutes longer, enjoying the solitude and the lazy, satisfied feeling that engulfed my whole body. I could still hear my mother in the back of my head, disgusted with how I’d acted, her voice condemning me, but it was quieter than it had ever been. Whether that was because the guys made me feel so cherished and wanted in their arms, or because she’d admitted she’d played me into this position, I had no idea. All I knew is that despite my initial misgivings about this position, I was to my surprise, thoroughly enjoying myself and had every intention of experiencing everything these men had to offer me. Even if it was only temporary.

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