Page 14 of Settle Down, Princess

“Not me, you,” he insisted. “Let him have a little taste.”

“Gods, yes…” Roan groaned, his voice somewhat muffled as he moved his hands and gripped my thighs.

“And if it’s not to your taste, then I’ll pluck you free, set you across my lap and pet you until you come.”

“Really?” Suddenly I wanted that: the contrast between Silas, fully clothed, fully in control, and me, completely undone. I wanted him to be hard, aching for me inside his perfectly pressed clothes, right as I came apart in his hands.

“You have my word, milady. So…”

Now that I was where they’d put me, I knew what to do. That same instinct, ruled by the ache deep inside me, was kicking in. I needed to be open and spread wide across Roan’s face, so I tried to pull my hands free to plant them on the bed. Silas’ grip tightened, not allowing me that freedom and forcing me to be oh, so aware of him as I sank down. Though if he thought he’d hold my focus, he was wrong. He lost it the moment Roan’s tongue touched me. The feel of his mouth was softer, slicker than Arik’s fingers, which had me sinking faster, and then Roan pulled me down hard so I was plastered across his face as he went to work.

I knew where the roseblood touched my skin, because there was a brief zing of electrical pleasure, then a much broader, fuller flush that persisted afterwards. I was so unbelievably sensitive. I felt every pass of his tongue, could sense when I had the broad sweep of it sliding across me, slurping up my juices, or the hard point circling a part of me that was ultra-sensitive. I yelped when his lips closed around it. He kept sucking slowly, not so roughly as the other men had done at my nipples, though. As if conjured by that thought, hands went to my breasts, tugging at them. I swayed in time with all of their caresses, feeling like kelp being tugged to and fro by the tide, but rather than resist their pull, I went with it.

Lost in the swirl of sensation, I spiralled up and up, my hips now moving frantically, trying to reach a place I didn’t know well without even a map to guide me. Then a hand landed on my shoulder, its pair sliding down my side and over my hip bone.

“I’ve got what you need, lass.”

Creed. I’d know his gravelly voice anywhere from now on, not that that would be of any great use to me after tonight. For one night only, though, I’d let myself go out in a blaze of glory, right before I made my escape. I smiled then, as much as I could through my panting breaths. I felt like this would be one final act to sever the life I’d had in the city I was born in from the life I’d have when I started anew. The bed tilted as a heavy body climbed on behind me. Then there were fingers pushing between my legs, and I threw my head back as my pleasure spiked.

It was almost too much to have something plunging deep inside me, raking against that spot that sang with each pass, while a quick, mobile tongue flicked and flicked. Then my whole body shook, and I was grateful for the hands holding my wrists. As that handhold tightened, my eyes flew open to see Silas watching my expression intently, his eyes burning with green fire. Creed continued his ministrations, and I jolted in time with the paroxysms that wracked my body, each one provoking a more intense wave of pleasure than the previous. My whole body felt like it was filled with light, making whatever was happening a transcendent experience.

Tears pricked my eyes, and I never wanted it to end, but holding tight to such things is like trying to capture lightning in a bottle. It slips through your fingers as soon as you make a grab for it. Creed slowed his movement; Roan had stilled his tongue. As I returned to myself, I discovered I wasn’t the only one experiencing pleasure. The sensation of quick, furtive movements behind me had me turning my head to find Roan’s breeches were open and something long and hard had been pulled free for him to stroke.

“What is…?”

I managed to pull free of Silas’ grip and, with Creed’s help, turned myself right around to kneel on the bed above Roan’s head and watch with fascination as his hand worked. Was that his manhood? Despite all the pleasure I’d just felt, that deep-seated ache started up inside me again as I watched him. It was so stiff as he ran his palm along it, and the head of it was a furious red. Sensing he had an audience, Roan slowed his strokes, making a show of swivelling up the shaft and over the head, then back down again.

“You could give it a little kiss, if you like, lass.” Roan’s voice was ragged.

“A kiss…?”

“The girl’s had enough for the night,” Creed said, crossing his arms, but when my eyes slid down, I could see him hard and straining against his breeches as well.

“Have I?” My tone was far sharper than I’d ever dared use in my life. “I don’t remember saying so.”

“So you want to suck a man’s dick?” His brows creased slightly. “There’s no pleasure to be had in it for you.”

“Isn’t there?” Roan lifted his other hand to slide it over my rump slowly, then pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, setting my pulse alight again. “Seems like you’re doing it wrong, brother.”

“Or not doing it at all.” Silas smiled at the other man. I’d thought they were strangers, but I saw the malice there. “Perhaps the experience has turned you sour.”

There was obviously a whole history between them, but it had nothing to do with me, so I turned back to Roan.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Just a little kiss.” Roan’s voice was tight as his hand slipped down to the base of his member, holding it out proud from his body. I leaned over with some trepidation, putting my hands on the bed either side of his hips so as not to lose my balance, but then I found my mouth began to water the closer I got. His manhood seemed so hard, his situation so urgent that perhaps a gentle kiss would help ease the pain he was in. His sigh as I bent closer certainly seemed to suggest it would. To my surprise, just as I placed a kiss on the crown, he kissed me back, right where he’d been licking me before. I was sensitive, shaking at the feel of his mouth against me, but I couldn’t seem to bring myself to pull away.

“Just like that, lass. You kiss me…” I tried again, wrapping my hand around the shaft that felt too hot, then making my kiss a deeper, more open-mouthed one. “Oh gods… And I’ll kiss you.”

He tasted of salt and sweat and man. I licked my lips and went back for more. I liked his sighs of pleasure. I liked the way his hips bucked under my hands. I even liked it when he was forced to pull his face away from my centre to groan out his pleasure. Because, somehow, our pleasure had become entwined, and when his tongue returned to lash me twice as fast, the way he licked me grew faster, more frantic, in time with the way I was licking at him. It felt like we were flint and steel striking against each other; that at any moment the friction would create a spark between us that would surely combust. My jaw ached as I forced it open wider to let him in. Then he surged up, thrusting too fast, too hard, into my throat, and that had me pulling back with a splutter. I dropped down to my elbows and turned my head to rest it against the cradle of Roan’s hip, the action lifting my over-sensitive core up and away from his mouth as I caught my breath and blinked away the moisture that had sprung to my eyes.

“You useless bastard, you’ll choke the girl,” Arik growled.

“Not before I choke him.”

Creed’s eyes blazed a pale yellow-green, glowing in the low light. I followed him with my gaze as he moved toward Roan right before his hand slammed down around the other man’s throat. My eyes widened as I stared: Creed’s fingers had altered and now ended in claws. I’d heard about the beast men of Khean but had never thought I’d be this close to one.

“Feeling protective, Creed?” Roan rasped, every word forced past the clawed grip. “I can see why.” He licked his lips slowly. “She tastes so fucking sweet.” Roan prised his head up off the bed to catch my eye as Creed released his hold a little. “You don’t have to take me so deep. Most of the sensation is in the head.”

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