Page 92 of Crown of Lies

Their fingers and tongues work in tandem, sending me spiraling toward oblivion. I moan, my body twisting beneath them as the pleasure builds.

But then, suddenly, they stop, leaving me teetering on the edge.

“Not yet,” Nico whispers. “We’re not done playing yet.”

I whimper, my body desperately seeking release.

Anxious for more, I reach for Killian, my body still trembling. But he sits back on his heels, watching with hooded eyes as Atlas takes his place.

Atlas’s fingers gently pry my thighs apart, and his mouth hovers just above my core. I hold my breath, anticipating the feel of his tongue.

“Fuck yes, vicious,” Atlas growls. “Keep your legs open for me. Let us see how much you want it.”

Atlas’s breath tickles my sensitive skin as he inhales sharply, savoring my scent. “Always so fucking wet. So eager.”

His tongue flicks out, teasing my clit, and my hips buck off the bed, seeking more. He chuckles, the vibrations sending spikes of pleasure through me.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his mouth so close I can feel his lips against my skin.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

His tongue dives into me, lapping at me, and I moan as my body arches into his touch. His fingers join in, stretching me, filling me, as his mouth works its magic.

Killian’s hand gently pushes my shoulder, coaxing me to roll onto my stomach. “On your knees for Atlas, siren,” he commands.

I obey, positioning myself on all fours, my ass in the air, as Atlas continues his oral assault. He nips at my clit, then soothes it with his tongue, driving me wild.

His fingers curl inside me, hitting a spot that makes my breath catch. I cry out, my body tensing as he works me with his fingers and mouth in perfect unison.

“That’s it. Come for him.” Killian’s voice is firm, urging me on.

And I do. My body shakes uncontrollably as the orgasm tears through me, but they don’t let me recover. Killian pulls Atlas away, his fingers immediately taking his place. He stretches me, scissoring his fingers as he thrusts them in and out, his thumb never stopping its relentless assault on my clit.

I cry out, my body still sensitive from my previous release. “Fuck, Killian! I can’t?—”

“Yes you can. Come again. For me this time.” His voice is demanding, leaving no room for argument.

And somehow, I do. My body convulses, pleasure washing over me in waves as Killian brings me to another shattering climax.

But they’re not done with me yet. Nico takes Killian’s place, his mouth going to work on my sensitive clit as his fingers slip inside me, stretching and filling me all over again.

“That’s it, mia cara. Let it go. Give it to me.” Nico’s voice is a soft encouragement, urging me on.

I can’t hold back anymore. My body trembles as a third orgasm crashes over me, my cries echoing off the walls.

Nico continues to lap at me, his tongue never still as he draws out the sensations until I’m reduced to a quivering mess.

I’m still trembling from the intensity of my last orgasm when Killian’s hand grips my hip, steadying me. His touch is firm, grounding me as the aftershocks ripple through my body.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and appreciative. “Three orgasms and you’re still hungry for more, aren’t you?”

I can only whimper in response, my mind hazy with pleasure.

Killian chuckles, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Oh, siren. You can take so much more than that. And you’re gonna take it all.”

In spite of my body’s exhaustion, I find myself craving more, wanting to prove him right.

“Please,” I manage to gasp out, pushing my hips back toward him.

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