Page 57 of The Dark Sea Calls

Tor’s arms tightened around me. “You’ve sat on the High Throne?”

Rainn nudged him, urging Tor to remain silent on the subject. “It’s okay. You’re awake now. He can’t hurt you. He’s not here.”

“But hewantsto hurt me,” I said, my voice thick. “It looks like he hates me. I forgot how… he was.”

“We won’t let him.” Rainn’s arms spasmed, holding back his rage, mindful of how he pressed against my back. “We’re staying out of this one.”

“Though…” Tor let the word sit heavy in the night. “Perhaps, we can distract our Maeve from her bad dreams. It seems like a fair trade, don’t you think, Rainn?”

I felt Rainn’s grin behind me, though I couldn’t see it. I straightened but could not sit up, positioned between both men. “A trade?” I asked, breathless. “For what?”

“Oh?” Tor replied coyly. “It’s hours until sunrise, and I think we all need a little something to help us sleep.”

I let out a scoffing laugh. “To use me?”

Tor’s smug expression dropped like an anchor. “Use?” He didn’t seem to like the word. “No, dearest Maeve. I think, perhaps, the offer is to allow you to useus.”

An electric zing raced through my body, zipping through my chest and settling between my legs. Suddenly I was very conscious of my bare legs pressed against Tor. My ass settled against Rainn’s stomach as he held me from behind. Warm, overwhelming, but like an open door, inviting.

I had slept with Tor and Rainn both; I had taken them inside of me—I knew what it felt like.

And I knew that I wanted it.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Every time I had been kissed before, it had been a collision. A dam breaking and water surging. Two bodies attacking one another in desperation.

When Tor tilted his lips to meet mine, he had all the time in the world.

I blinked and jerked back before falling into the kiss. Tor’s lips were soft and sure as he urged my mouth to part with his own. He tilted his head to the side so every part of his lips touched mine.

I reached out, wrapping my arms around Tor’s middle. Feeling the hard planes of his stomach and the taut muscles in his back.

Though Tor’s languid kisses gave the impression of being entirely at ease, he was tense. His stomach twitched under the pads of my fingers, even with the fabric of his tunic in the way. A thrill raced through me, knowing I affected him as much as he affected me.

Rainn shifted, and I felt something hard press against my butt cheek. The Selkie sat up and moved my hair over my shoulder with gentle fingers. The brush of his fingertips on the seam of my jaw made me shiver, though I didn’t break away from Tor’s mouth for even a moment.

Rainn pressed a kiss to the side of my throat as he brought his hand to my chest, trailing a path down my ribs and the curve of my stomach where I lay on my hip. Rainn’s hand skimmed over Tor’s fingers cupping my waist as if they weren’t there, as Rainn reached for the bottom of my dress—which had ridden up in the night.

The water shifted around us, obeying an order I didn’t know I had made, billowing the blanket to the side and lifting my dress above my knee. Rainn let out a low chuckle as his hand met my thigh, and suddenly all I could think about was his fingers on my skin. The heat between my thighs pulsed with my heartbeat. I shifted my legs together to seek some sort of friction.

Rainn’s hand traveled to the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, up and up to my core, ever so slowly, until I wasn’t sure if I wanted to jump him or murder him. When Tor’s tongue sought entrance into my mouth, my moan was halfway between frustration and relief. Rainn took that moment to brush the fabric of my underwear, his finger teasing the flimsy material that covered my entrance. I felt his thick middle finger as he parted my lips through the fabric, rubbing a straight path over my core. Unable to thrust inside because of a paltry piece of cloth that I wished with all of my being would disintegrate.

When Rainn used a fabric-covered finger to brush, ever so slightly, against my clit, my hands flew out as my body spasmed, and I clung to Tor for dear life. My body came alive, with every drop of blood rising to the surface of my skin.

Tor broke our kiss almost reluctantly, our lips still clinging together as we pulled back. Tor moved his hands from my waist to the straps of my dress and pulled them down just enough to reveal my scale-dusted collarbone, coated in periwinkle and translucent scales, and my bare breasts—my nipples so hard that I felt every current like a breath against my skin.

Tor sucked his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, his dark eyes lowered as he took in my chest. His brow furrowed in concentration, seeing something I couldn’t—I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong when Rainn used that moment to push my underwear to the side. He dipped a single finger inside me., just enough to tease me. I closed my eyes and tilted my ass, my hips rocking of their own accord. Rubbing against the hard line in Rainn’s trousers, telling him that I needed more than his finger. I needed to be filled with him. Or Tor, or both.

Tor leaned forward, his hand gripping my breast. The callused pads of his fingers brushed against the delicate skin as his mouth covered my nipple. Tor sucked the sensitive nub delicately between his teeth, rolling my nipple with his tongue.

I grew wetter as Rainn thrust his finger inside to the knuckle, his palm rubbing against my outer lips and clit as he began to move his hand, pressed against my ass as he touched me from behind.

Tor continued to suck my nipple, earning a whimper when he gently nipped me with his teeth. Rainn tilted my mouth towards his, kissing me as he added another finger to the one inside me.

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