Page 57 of Settle Down, Princess

“So ready.”

Hands, that’s what I felt first, so many hands, each taking part of my weight from Silas, so that the burden was shared equally, but they did more than support me. Hands slid up my thighs, the skin so sensitive I started to writhe. They held me in place, forcing me to go still as they crept higher and higher. My grip on Silas’ neck tightened as fingers slid through my folds, separating me, opening me to their collective gaze, the ache in me growing until I felt one of them trace the edges of the source of it.

“Yes, please, that…”

I wasn’t too proud to beg as the roseblood forced all my blood to pump to my nether regions, making me so swollen and sensitive. The ache inside me was a cousin to the one that grows and grows in your belly when you go too long without food. If I’d been hungry, I’d eat and eat until the ache eased, but this was unknown territory.

“This?” My eyes flicked open to see Arik standing over me, his lips so close it took effort not to touch. “This what you need?”

I wanted to say yes. I wanted to beg as he dipped the tip of his finger inside me but didn’t go any deeper. My frustration grew when I wasn’t even able to force him in. Their grip on me tightened as I tried to flex and take what I wanted. His eyes blazed like blue fire, twice as hot, twice as baleful.

“Yes,” I snapped, imperious as a queen. “Yes, Arik, I need—”

I didn’t get to finish my admission. His free hand went to my neck, collaring its base as his mouth came down on mine. Softly at first, but when my lips parted, he let out a strangled groan, slamming his mouth down hard as his finger pushed inside.

I went rigid at the soft feel of his plush lips, at the viciousness of his kiss, his teeth grinding against mine to claim more of me. At the feel of a digit pushed inside me, into the place I was still discovering, the ache eased momentarily before flaring up twice as bright as his finger crooked up and raked along something so exquisitely sensitive.

“Oh…!” I couldn’t kiss him anymore, not when I was riding that feeling, but he didn’t need my participation. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and dragged it against his teeth as he pulsed his finger in and out. The ache inside me transmuted. He was the moon, tugging at the sea of fire inside me, forcing great swollen waves of pleasure to lap at my entire body until I was ready to scream.

“Give her a little more.” My eyes flicked open to see Roan smiling at me with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. “But be careful of those fucking claws of yours. She won’t thank you if she feels them.” Creed stared at his hands, forcing the nails to become blunt and human again. “You like that, feeling something inside you?” I nodded rapidly. “Well, it’ll hurt like hell if we give you anything bigger, so you need to be stretched first.”

“She’ll bleed anyway,” Arik ground out, his teeth nipping at my shoulder.

“Only if you’re a fucking brute about it,” Roan chided. “She doesn’t have much of a maidenhead, so if we go slowly and stretch it—”

“How the fuck do you know all about this?” Arik snapped.

“Seven sisters,” he replied. “I didn’t see the process, thankfully, but they seemed to think it hilarious to regale me with all the gory details of being a woman. Said I’d need the information one day.” He blinked. “Didn’t think it’d be like this though.” Those amber eyes held mine. “You can take more, can’t you, lass? That ache inside you…”

I nodded urgently but couldn’t make out the rest of his words because my need forced a noise out of me that was part whine, part wail. Then I felt them move their hands upon me with more focused intent. Roan’s thumb was on that pearl of nerves, making the ache grow so sweetly painful it set my teeth on edge. Arik’s finger was curling upwards, faster and faster, but that wasn’t enough, not until Creed probed my entrance and pushed inside.

Gods, that…

I went rigid in their hold, my hips bucking to drive them deeper, as Creed’s finger pushed Arik’s harder against the itch I needed to have scratched. Coupled with the rapid rub of Roan’s thumb I was falling, falling, but Silas gripped me tighter.

“Are they giving you what you need?” he asked me in a low raspy voice. “Are you coming apart at the seams, my Jessalyn?”

He always called me lass or princess, never by my name. Not even in my homeland was my first name often used without my title attached. Only by the people that truly loved me. My eyes flicked open and locked with his. Silas watched my mouth fall open, and he noted every panting breath I took as wave upon wave of pleasure came crashing down upon me. His hands gripped me tighter as I jerked and twitched, unable to stop myself as my whole body was wracked. Then, when I finally went still, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and said the words I needed to hear.

“That’s one.”

“Well, I’m not sure about you pricks, but I need a taste of our mate.” Creed growled as Roan sank down to his knees, catching the moment I flinched as they pulled their hands free. But he didn’t stop the red-haired man from smoothing his hands across my thighs, then moving closer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My tongue on your clit.”

I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but the sly look on Roan’s face had me nodding.

Gods, now I remembered. The feel of something softer, slicker than fingers. The delicacy of Roan’s ministrations was exactly what my over-sensitive flesh needed. He teased me, tracing every inch of my anatomy, forcing me to follow the passage of the point of his tongue until I pulled a hand away from Silas’ neck and used it to pull Roan closer.

“That’s right, Princess,” he moaned into me. “Make me give you whatever you need.”

So I did. I used my grip on Roan’s long hair to direct him up to that sensitive nub. At first, he barely nudged it with his tongue. Then when I didn’t flinch away, he grew bolder. He circled it over and over as my fingers tightened in his hair, then flicked it with one long swipe. My whole body jolted with every pass of his tongue, but I leaned into each stroke.

“My turn.” Creed went to pull Roan away, but I wouldn’t loosen my grip on his hair. He just stared up at me, hazy-eyed, as he went back for another lick. “I need to taste her,” Creed growled. “She’s my—”

“Ours,” Arik corrected.

“Why fight when you could share?” Silas shifted his grip upon me, tilting my hips to open me up wider.

They both surged forward and, I wasn’t entirely sure how, one set of lips wrapped around my pearl and sucked, while a tongue wriggled into me.

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