Page 41 of Fool's Bargain

I chewed on my lip, considering his words. I couldn’t deny that I was already deep into something I had no desire to end, but how much of myself would I compromise if I went that far so fast without my eyes wide open? What I’d already shared with Theo had been fast, sure, but it had also been a deliberate act on my part to return the favor, and it had been just the two of us binding our minds and souls together in that moment. I wanted to know all their darkest memories, but I wasn’t sure if I could stand more of what Ione had shown me, not if it happened all at once.

“It’s all right.” Kyril squeezed my arm.

“Yeah, Zar. We can feel how much you want it. That’s enough for me.” Dorian pressed a kiss to my hand and nuzzled my palm.

I let out a shaky sigh. “You each deserve to be the sole focus of my attention sometimes. I promise it will be worth it.” I glanced around at each of them, meeting their gazes for a beat and opening my heart so there would be no mistaking that the sentiment was true. That I just needed a tiny bit more time to go all in.

Ione smiled and scooted closer, then curled a hand at the back of my head and leaned in, nipping at my mouth. A pleasant spark of desire shot through me. “Don’t discount how fucking hot it is to have us all at once.”

“You work well together, I’ll give you that,” I said, my voice growing husky as Dorian pulled me back down to the floor with him. He slid a hand down my side, over my belly, and back up to cup my breast. He nuzzled at my neck. “But I want to spread it out a little for maximum enjoyment. Consider yourselves my sustenance.”

I reached up and tugged Ione down to join me again. When she settled in her former spot, I leaned closer and spoke with my lips grazing her mouth. “Breakfast.” I kissed her, then pushed up onto my hand and stretched across her to Kyril. “Lunch,” I said, then gave him a lingering kiss before rolling over to face Dorian. “And dinner.” He cradled my head in his big hand and plunged his tongue into my mouth, leaving me breathless and dizzy when we parted. I rolled back over to face Ione again.

“I like the way you think,” she said. “Theoisthe sweet one, so best to save him for dessert.”

“You forget she already has me,” Theo said. “But I imagine she wants to have us all for dessert.”

I tapped the tip of my nose and smiled at him, indicating he’d nailed it.

“Now, I believe my first meal of the day awaits. A little assistance please?” I shot a look at Kyril as I hooked a leg over Ione’s and rose up, straddling her lithe, yet curvy body and pushing her shoulders back against the cushions. “Do you mind if they join in?”

Her full, blue-tipped breasts rose and fell with a heavy breath and she shook her head. “My only hard limit is how I get fucked. Their cocks are yours, beautiful.”

“You’re damn straight they are.” I grinned at the two men who had scooted close to await my next command, reaching for each hard length jutting up between their thighs. Kyril’s was a dusky pink with purple veins while Dorian’s was a deeper shade with a darker head that glistened with moisture. Stroking them both, I felt my core warm and wetness slicken Ione’s skin where I straddled her. She bit her lip and made an impatient noise, lifting her pelvis up against me.

“I thought I was your breakfast,” she said.

“Oh, you are. Just lie back and enjoy.”

I shifted to rest one knee between her legs and gripped her beneath the thigh. When Dorian caught on to what I was about, he took over, lifting Ione’s leg and hooking it over his elbow, then bent and took her nipple into his mouth. Her beautiful blue flower of a pussy spread its glistening petals, but I didn’t touch her yet. My core ached for contact again despite the sweet though brief orgasm she’d given me a few moments before. I shifted closer, straddling her with one thigh draped across her hip, the other knee tucked beneath her raised leg until my own pussy met hers.

Slick heat met slick heat and her eyelids fluttered closed when I pressed down and pivoted against her, our clits grinding together. Pleasure arced through me like lightning and it was all I could do to keep my eyes open and focused on her. I’d intended to go down on her but this felt too good, so I changed tactics. I wanted to watch her come like this, with our wet snatches rocking against each other and both men sucking on her nipples while she writhed in pleasure.

“Zarya,” she whined. “I need to come or I’m going to shift and it won’t be pretty.”

“I’ve got you,” I said in between panting breaths. I moved faster, then drove my fingers between us, seeking out her drenched opening so close to mine. Coating my fingers in her wetness, I slid them lower and she rocked up against me, baring her puckered rear opening. When I slid a finger two knuckles deep, she cried out, bucking into the men. They both paused to see what I’d done, and Dorian lifted an eyebrow, giving me a wicked smirk.

“A girl after my own heart,” he said. “Let me.”

I retrieved my hand in time for him to slide his big hand down her thigh, keeping his eyes fixed on mine as he worked his fingers between us. I let out a surprised gasp when he pushed two fingers inside me, fucking in and out for a second until I grew dizzy from the pleasure before twisting his hand around and sliding the same two fingers into her.

Ione cried out again and reached up for Kyril, yanking him down by the hair to capture him in a savage kiss. I knew that feeling all too well, the fevered need a living thing inside me as I rubbed myself against her, finding a fresh set of delicious sensations against the back of Dorian’s hand.

Then he slipped out of her and stroked his wet fingers lower, leaning in to push her thigh higher and gain a better vantage. He leaned close, nipping at her inner thigh with his teeth and his tangled, dark curls brushing against my belly as he pushed both fingers into her ass.

Her pussy flowed with fresh wetness, enhancing the glide of our clits against each other. Kyril leaned back, both hands at her breasts teasing her nipples as she began to pant and buck. Her skin shimmered a darker blue for a moment, then she reached behind her and gripped at Theo’s ankles, holding on while she cried out her climax.

A flood of wetness drenched my pussy and Dorian’s hand as her pussy spasmed against me. Her juices kept flowing, a pulsing stream as I rode her, my pleasure held back by my need to see her through to the end.

She finally stopped bucking, a satisfied shudder coursing through her like a wave. “Dion fucking save me, that was so good,” she breathed when her body slackened.

“I’m not finished yet.” I was on a mission to make this morning’s fuck session worthy of being called “breakfast.”

I scooted down between her thighs and buried my face in her soaked folds, arousal spiking through me the second I tasted the sticky juices that clung to her. Jesus Christ, they all had flavors that were nothing like I’d have expected. Her cum tingled on my tongue like champagne, and she was just as intoxicating, every lick making me want to devour her even more.

When I wrapped my lips around her clit, she moaned and combed her fingers through my hair, holding me close, then slipped one hand to the side of my head and hit the pressure points to trigger our second meld.

I pulled back, fearing what lay within that connection, but Ione touched my chin. “It’s all right, Zarya. This is just for fun. No scary memories on the other side this time, I promise.”

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