Page 6 of Hers to Rule

He moved gracefully, crawling over the bed with so much care she might have been made of the finest porcelain that would break at the slightest jostle. Mari opened her arms and made room for him, and the shocked look on his face made her heart break all over again.

Hesitantly, and oh so slowly, he arranged himself against her naked body, his head resting awkwardly on her shoulder. She took her time closing the blankets around the both of them, not reacting when he froze against her or felt like he was on the verge of dashing away.

At first, he was tense and stiff, but over the next couple of minutes, he eased, letting his arm drape around her and his body rest against hers. She couldn’t blame him for his reluctance, considering what her father had done.

Mari leaned down to kiss the top of his head, tightening her arms around him. “You’re always welcome here.”

He nuzzled his face into her skin as if he couldn’t believe she was real, breathing harshly for a few minutes until he calmed. She had some idea what the contact meant to him, because she had also been starved for affection for far too long, living in her father’s house, but she knew that, as a shifter, he felt it even more keenly than she did.

Cisco strolled in a while later, not saying a word as he glanced over the two of them cuddled tightly together in the center of the gargantuan bed. He didn’t give any indication that he knew that the two of them had been crying together in quiet solemnity only moments before, though it must have been obvious from the state of them. He disrobed in silence, tossing his clothes over the top of a chair carelessly. The bed dipped when he knelt at the foot and crawled toward them, pulling aside the blankets when he reached them without asking for permission.

Rio gasped when Cisco’s hand touched his bare thigh in a soft caress. Cisco leaned to kiss the sharp edge of Rio’s hip bone, his expression reverent. Cisco worshiped the planes of Rio’s long, lean body with his mouth, slowly making his way up over first his stomach, then his chest, and then his neck. Rio was shuddering when Cisco finally kissed him on the mouth.

Mari watched them with a soft smile, her fingers gliding through Rio’s long, black hair. Cisco kissed him like he meant it, with lips and teeth and tongue until Rio was moaning into his mouth, arching up from the bed to get just a fraction of an inch closer. Mari gripped the hair at the base of Rio’s skull, holding him still as Cisco’s fervor intensified. Cisco held his jaw with one hand, so Rio was effectively immobilized between them.

With his other hand, Cisco reached between them, gripping Rio’s cock. Cisco began to fondle him roughly, not letting up on his bruising kiss for even a moment as he drank in the sounds of pleasure and surrender that bubbled from Rio’s throat. Watching Cisco handle him so expertly was the hottest thing Mari had ever seen in her life. Realizing that Cisco hadn’t said a single word to either one of them just made it hotter. Her magic strained at the confines of her skin, and she let it spiral out gradually, wrapping the three of them in the warmth of it.

After several minutes of ceaseless attention, when Rio was vibrating with need, Cisco finally broke the kiss. Rio started babbling immediately, begging Cisco to kiss him again, to let him come, to fuck him senseless, anything to make the aching stop. Cisco smiled at him beatifically, his gaze brushing gently over Rio’s mouth before sliding back up to his eyes. Cisco held him pinned and kept working him with rough strokes while staring into his eyes for a moment that seemed to stretch forever.

Rio cried out in a wordless plea that seemed to tear him asunder, and Cisco finally relented with a single syllable. “Come.”

Rio tensed between them, every fiber of muscle in his body knotting at once. The sound that erupted from him was a cry of such anguished relief that it brought tears to Mari’s eyes. Cisco continued stroking, even when it was obvious that Rio was spent by the swiftly cooling, sticky mess that covered all three of them. He kept at it until Rio finally relaxed in Mari’s arms, every drop of pleasure wrung from him. She let the tendrils of her power curl around him, assuring him that he was safe.

Without a word, Cisco rose from the bed and headed into the bathroom, coming back shortly with a warm, damp washcloth, which he used to clean them up before tossing it back onto the tiled floor. He bundled the blankets around the two of them again and settled heavily behind Rio, wrapping the both of them tightly in his arms with one wing blanketing them. “You’re safe,” Cisco murmured into the back of Rio’s neck, his eyes locked on Mari’s. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

Rio’s breath hitched, and he sighed long and low.

When Mari woke, she had no idea what time it was or how much time had passed. Cisco’s big arm draped over her waist, holding her against him. Rio was gone, and she hadn’t even heard him leave.

She’d never felt so alive and so well-rested. Her magic slumbered inside of her, languid and sated for the first time in her life. She stretched, starting with her toes, enjoying the warm pull of the muscles along her body as she proceeded upwards. She knew the moment her movement woke Cisco because he curled his arm to pull her more firmly against him, pressing his hard cock into the meat of her ass.

He kissed the side of her neck and then whispered into her ear, “I have a meeting soon, so I’m just going to rub this on your gorgeous ass for a minute to tease you and then assure you that I’m going to take you again very hard later.”

Her body responded to him at once, hips angling back to accept everything that was on offer, nipples tightening to hard peaks that ached, magic unfurling to reach for him. She murmured as she ground against him, hoping to entice him. He chuckled into her neck and rocked her ass back against his cock a half dozen times.

“Maybe on the table in the break room,” he pondered, rubbing his face into the base of her neck. “I’ll pull down your panties and take you face down.”

She gasped when he tugged her against him harder. “I’d like that.”

“I’m sure you would.” He kissed the back of her neck. “Wear something from the closet in here. And don’t forget the frilly panties.”

He reached around to fondle her clit until she squealed, and then got out of bed.

She watched him dress because she couldn’t get enough of looking at him, no matter if he was wearing clothes or not. Part of her still couldn’t believe he was hers. He put on dark navy slacks with a lighter blue button down, shrugging his wings carefully into the holes made for the purpose. She admired his strong forearms when he rolled his sleeves up.

“And don’t play with yourself. You can play with Rio though.” He leaned down to kiss her before he left. “Mouths only.”

She grumbled in frustration, knowing that would never satisfy her enough after what she’d had the night before.

Apparently, Cisco knew it, too, because he winked. “I want you nice and worked up later.”

She looked through the closet after he left. The clothes were all new, freshly laundered and pressed, and very different from the kinds of things her father had insisted she wear. Her image had always been very important to her father, and he had dressed her like a fashionable businesswoman, with high collars and skirts that fell below the knee.

The new clothes were brightly colored silky fabrics with plunging necklines and hems that stopped at mid-thigh or higher. It was like someone had delved into her imagination and asked what she would want to wear if she could wear anything and had just bought it all.

Mari chose a blue skirt that flared out slightly around her hips and barely covered an inch of her thigh past her ass and a thin white tank that was so sheer she knew everyone would see her nipples through it. The array of underwear was frilly to the point of ridiculousness and all snowy white. She chose a pair with ruffles across the ass she thought would drive Cisco wild.

Everything fit her perfectly, and she finished the look with some sky-high espadrille wedges with delicate white lace-up straps that climbed her calves. She didn’t know who had done the shopping, but they had done an admirable job with the sizing.

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