Page 146 of A Game of Veils

Bastien’s chest hitches, and he yanks at his trousers to unfasten them alongside me. With the rustle of his pants dropping, he spins me around between the other two men so my back is to him.

“Hold on to the chair,” he says in a commanding tone, but his caress down my side to my ass is all tenderness. I’m not sure which turns me on more.

Raul jerks the chair around so I can brace both of my hands on its back. He sinks down beside me, dappling kisses across my hip. His fingers skim my inner thigh, nudging me higher. “Let’s see you spread your legs for him, Princess.”

As I push myself up on the balls of my feet, Bastien strokes his straining cock between my thighs from behind. The pressure of his hardness sliding over my slick folds propels another moan out of me.

Then he pushes inside, and all I can do is clutch on to the chair and pant for mercy.

Bastien grasps my hips, pulling me tight against him as he deepens his thrust. While the feeling of fullness radiates through me, Raul eases up again to return his attention to my breasts.

But his brief stint down below must have inspired Lorenzo. My first lover’s eyes gleam avidly. He sinks to his knees and scoots between me and the chair.

I have no idea what he’s up to before his mouth meets my clit, just above the place where Bastien and I are joined. A sharper cry breaks from my chest alongside the flare of bliss.

Bastien inhales raggedly and bucks into me, his breath searing my shoulder. Each rock of my body propels me into Lorenzo’s eager mouth. I’m being stretched from within and savored from without, and nothing in my existence has ever felt so glorious.

Raul teases his tongue along my earlobe. “You love it, don’t you, Princess? Being locked between them, letting them worship your body every way it needs. They’re going to take you right over the edge, higher than you’ve ever flown before, and I’ll be right here to catch you.”

At his words, the pleasure building in my core spirals through me even faster.

Bastien picks up his rhythm, every slam of his cock into me setting off a surge of delight. “So good. So fucking good. Come for me, Aurelia. I want to feel that precious cunt clamping around my?—”

Lorenzo flicks the edges of his teeth across my clit, and I careen over the edge.

Stars spark behind my eyes. I shake and cling to the chair, swept up in a rolling wave of pleasure.

Bastien groans, his hips stuttering against mine. With a hissed curse, he spills himself inside me.

While my legs are still trembling, he eases me around and combs his fingers into my hair. His mouth seeks out mine to offer the sweetest of kisses.

After, he stays close enough that our noses touch. “You’re incredible, Aurelia. You deserve to be treated like it every fucking day for the rest of your life.”

A pang peals through my chest. “You’re incredible. All of you.”

Before the ache of the knowledge that I won’t be worshipped like this for all time—or probably ever again—can take hold, Raul draws me toward him. “We’re not even done yet. I can offer you even more.” His lips curl into a smirk. “But I’ve got a lot to handle, so I think I’ll let you set the pace.”

He guides me the few steps over to the settee, kicking aside his pants and drawers as we go.

He wasn’t lying about having a lot to handle. When he sprawls out on the cushions, his thick erection juts into the air, as intimidating as the rest of him.

As Melisse suggested, nothing bulges beneath his cock other than a couple of slight protrusions that must be all that’s left of his balls. But the absence only makes his member look even larger.

Raul guides me up to straddle him and slicks his thumb between my legs. “Gods be damned sure you’re ready now. Fuck, you’re so wet. Bastien used you well, didn’t he?”

Something about his phrasing stings even though it could be said I’m using them too. Then Raul pushes the head of his cock up into me while massaging my clit, and the blissful burn sweeps every other thought from my mind.

The other princes have followed us to stand beside the settee. As I ease down over Raul, Lorenzo strokes my face and kisses my forehead encouragingly. Bastien teases caresses up and down my sides and over my breasts.

Raul exhales in a rush and lifts his hips to fit us together more closely. One hand keeps strumming the sensitive spot above my entrance, but the other closes over one of the hands I’ve braced against his brawny chest.

“You can take it all, can’t you?” he murmurs. “I knew it from the moment you threw my words in my face and refused to back down. Never needed a woman like I need you. That’s right. Show me that wildness.”

An embarrassingly desperate sound quavers up my throat. I’ve lost my capacity for actual words. Even after my orgasm, he’s a tight fit, but with every fraction he slides deeper, my body craves more.

And not just of him. Where Lorenzo’s standing, I can’t ignore his neglected erection straining against his pants.

The memory of his lips working me over while Bastien pounded into me makes me shiver giddily. My mouth waters with the urge to return the favor.

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