Page 47 of Greer's Change

He sends pure smug male pride through the bond, followed quickly by his utter contentment.

I pull back and grin as I struggle to catch my breath. “That was incredible.”

“I don’t think you’re done just yet, unless you’d like to torture poor Reign,” Seiran says, smirking devilishly.

My eyes widen as the mimic in question grinds against my ass, proving he is still very hard. Studying Seiran’s face, I ask, “You don’t mind?”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Not a bit. I enjoy watching as much as the next incubus, but that only applies to you with Reign and Novak.”

“Mmm, not that I haven’t enjoyed the view of your tight ass bouncing, but how about you turn to face me?” Reign asks, nipping at my ear.

Seiran lifts me, and his mostly hard cock slaps against his lower stomach. Licking my lips, I briefly consider sucking the remnants of both of our juices off his thick length.

I’m a little impressed that thing fit inside me to begin with, and my distraction costs me the chance to taste us mixed together.

Reign helps reposition me until I’m facing him, and my back reclines against Seiran’s chest. It smashes his cock between my butt cheeks, but the look on Reign’s face is a solid distraction.

“You’re blocking all the good shite,” a very thick Scottish accent calls out from the audience.

Reign snorts, and his shadows lift and turn the chair. It was facing directly toward the audience, but he swivels it just enough that, depending on where they are, they might be able to get a side view.

“Wrap those luscious thighs around me,” the mimic says, fisting his thick cock. My legs move from dangling over the edge of the chair to circle Reign’s ass.

Seiran growls behind me, cupping my tits and gently raking his claws down my sensitive skin.

“Are you going to do me or what?” I ask, fluttering my lashes.

Reign’s eyes darken, and he slaps his crown against my clit. I’m spread wide open, but he has to be blocking most of me from view, despite the slight change he made to the chair’s location.

“Make sure you scream loud enough to turn the entire crowd green with envy.” Seiran’s hair teases my neck as he speaks against the shell of my ear.

Reign’s multitude of tattoos move as his muscles flex, and he surges forward. His palm lands on the top of the chair, and he pushes inside my opening.

I’m so slick from Seiran’s cum that there isn’t much resistance, but the low growl that rattles from the mimic makes my head fall to the side, exposing my neck.

Reign grips my hips, pulling me farther down to make it easier as he works his way in and out of my core. “Such a submissive little thing. I do enjoy a good bite from time to time,but I think we’ll both enjoy it more if you’re the one doing the biting.”

The way he stares into my eyes is intense. He has that otherworldly fae beauty that seems to melt my brain matter when I stare at him for too long.

Seiran alternates between teasing my tits and sliding down to work my clit.

Reign’s blond hair falls over his forehead as his jaw clenches. “Not to sound spoiled, but this isn’t allowing me the freedom I’d like.” His forearm loops between me and Seiran, lifting me. He keeps me impaled on his cock as his shadows swirl around us.

I’m just adjusting to the position change when he tugs me off his length and spins me around. He puts my knees on the chair just outside of Seiran’s thighs, and his shadows slide down my arms, patting my hands when they land on the incubus’s shoulders. It puts me in a modified doggy position, but I get to stare at Seiran’s smiling face, which is a win.

I’m a little concerned that doggy style shows off my flaws and makes my tummy hang. Reign’s hands caress my ass before pulling my cheeks apart, and that’s a much better thing to focus on than a few random insecurities.

As he slams home with no warning, I whimper and dig my nails into Seiran’s skin.

I really don’t know what I did to get lucky enough to get tag-teamed by these two, but I’m super grateful.

Reign isn’t fucking around this time, and each slap of his pelvis against my ass makes me jolt.

Seiran distracts me with a quick, sensual kiss, but I think it’s his tail that teases my clit this time, because the sensation is different. “Do you trust me, kitten?”

I nod, clenching around Reign’s length.

“Good. Maybe I’ll take you for a flight sometime. Show you what it’s like to be fucked fifty feet in the air.” My incubus chuckles darkly.

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