Page 58 of Settle Down, Princess

“Oh gods…”

That was all I managed to whimper before the twin stimulation made my whole spine contract so that my breasts arched upward. Arik took that as an invitation to cover one with his heavy hand, and his eyes held mine as he lowered his mouth to take the other.

I was coming apart, one harsh tug at a time. All three of them seemed able to coordinate their caresses with some unheard command having them work as one. I wriggled, writhed, and fought against their iron hold. My wild thrashing led to Silas murmuring in my ear.

“Those movements are very distracting.” He had the mild tone of one of my tutors taking me to task for a minor infraction, but thankfully none of my teachers had acted as he now did. Silas untied his breeches with one hand, then let out a groan as he pulled his member free. I knew what he’d done because I felt it, too long, too hot, too hard, pressed into my hip. “Now you can wriggle all you like…” I did so involuntarily in response to Roan’s tongue flicking so fast over my pearl. “Gods, yes, just like that…” Silas moved when I moved, and he continued rutting up against me as I made a mess of his comrades’ faces.

“Are you close?” His cool exterior fractured, and his fingers bit deep as he yanked me back against him. “I think you are. I think you’re fit to burst, Jessalyn.”

I couldn’t answer him. My self-control was completely shattered. I felt like a leaf that’d had the misfortune to float out to sea and was being tossed around by forces far greater than me. I was tugged here, towards Arik’s demanding mouth, and I thrust both my hands in his hair to stroke him through each suck, then there to Roan’s rapidly flickering tongue, and finally to the insistent press of Creed’s tongue, every flex of his jaw felt as he struggled to slide his tongue deeper.

“Yes…” I panted. “Yes, I’m going to…”

“Me too, sweetness. Me too.”

My eyes found Silas’ and our expressions became perfect mirrors of each other as we hurtled towards our peaks, separately, yet utterly entwined. He couldn’t get there without the feel of me in his arms and I couldn’t without his selfless offer of me to his brothers. Our lips parted, both of us taking just short little breaths of air in and out, and then his mouth came crashing down on mine. I swallowed down his sounds of pleasure as I moaned out my own, and then it happened.

Fire burned all the way up my spine, singeing everything it passed, but I craved the burn. I pulled my lips away from Silas, and my smile went wide as I got lost in it. Pleasure, so much pleasure, was coming in waves that seemed they would never stop, and I was happy to drown in them. And as he held me close, his seed spilled all over my skin while he joined me in this downward spiral.

“That’s how you mark her as yours without hurting her,” Roan told Creed, getting to his feet and wiping his face clean before licking what remained of me from his fingers.

He looked like a greedy child, and I thought that I’d happily let him eat me all up. He jerked at the laces of his breeches, pulling out something long, hard and an angry red, then he surged forward against me. Creed’s clawed hand slapped down on his shoulder, the beginnings of a snarl on his face, as we all looked down to where Roan’s body met mine.

“Fuck, I see the temptation.” Roan’s hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, controlling the way it slid across my seam, not into me. I let out an apprehensive little whine as he moved it lower, as the feeling of something big—too big yet not big enough—notched itself against me. That set the ache throbbing again because somehow, I knew. They could kiss me, stroke me, slide fingers and tongues inside me, but something deep within wanted this. Hard, throbbing, and utterly male as it stabbed into me, making me utterly female. His eyes met mine and his slow smile made clear he knew exactly what I was thinking. “But I’m too thick for your first time. Better let one of the other two have the honour.”

“Fuck you,” Silas snapped. “I’ve got inches on you.”

“But not the girth.” Roan groaned the words out, too focused on sliding forward, his cock spreading my folds open, hitting that sensitive pearl, there and gone again before I could complain of being too sensitive, only to return. “You’ll like me plenty when you’re used to being penetrated. Might even come to crave it.”

I pulled him toward me, our mouths performing a strange little dance before they crushed closer.

“Maybe I already do…”

I’d meant for that to come out way more confidently, but it became more of a moan. This was a very different kind of stimulation, but my hips still rocked as far as the men allowed them to move.

“You like that, huh?” Roan was usually so cocky, but he’d lost some of his edge and his tone turned ragged. “Gods, you’re so fucking wet. All wet for me, aren’t you, Jessalyn?”

How on earth could he need reassurance? He lopped off the heads of catamounts, sliced into bandits like they were corn dolls. He was so big and tall and proficient at everything he did that his request sat strangely with me.

“Tell me you are,” he ground out. “Lie to me if you have to. Tell me this is just for me.”

“All for you.” I drew him close and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he started to move faster. The wave of pleasure was slower to swell, more mellow now. “Just for you, Roan. Roan… Roan…”

He shouted my name as well, when we finally fell to pieces, and the hot spurt of his seed all over me felt exactly right. They’d burned themselves into my skin from the moment I’d met them, and the claim wasn’t something that could be washed away. It went all the way through the layers of my skin, marking me down to my bones. I was theirs, utterly theirs. As soon as Silas and the others lowered my feet back to the ground, I went to my knees before them, somehow knowing this was the place for me.

Chapter 33

I tugged at Arik’s breeches, impatiently clawing at the laces, as I wrapped my hand around the thick base of Creed’s cock. My eyes jerked up as I heard his hiss. Those wolfish eyes stared into mine, growing heavily hooded as I swivelled my hand up his thick length.

“Something you need, Princess?”

My head whipped around to stare up at Arik and he gave me that insolent smirk before his hands went to the laces. I watched as he undid the tie and eased them open.

“If we are to pursue…” I looked around me, the red haze fading for just a moment. “…whatever this is, you’re going to stop using my title like it’s an insult.” I glanced Silas’ way. “Silas calls me by my first name.”

The man in question snorted, then came closer, stroking his hand through my hair.

“I’ll call you whatever you want.” His hand slid around my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lips and then pushing between them. He tasted salty, warm, and of roseblood. “And so will Arik if you suck his dick.”

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