Page 26 of Lord of Dance and Desire

“Is he salty?” Constin asked close to my ear. “Or is he sweet?”

I dug my nails into Andrei's thighs, angry that they wouldn't allow me even this little taste of domination.

But from the noises ripping from Andrei's throat he was close. So close.

Constin yanked my head back as Andrei detangled himself and reached for me. A blink and I found myself pulled up Andrei’s body, straddling him at the waist, his hands on my hips.

“You don't get nourishment from me today,” he said in his silky croon. “You're a headstrong woman. If you want my submission, you'll have to offer yours first.” His eyes darkened. “Ride me.”

I straightened, understanding his offer to let me control the penetration, faltering as Constin’s chest brushed my back andhis hand moved around my body, fingers resting lightly on my clit.

“Yes?” Con murmured, strands of silver hair falling over my chest. “Do you want my fingers?”

Biting my lip, I nodded and closed my eyes as I rose on my knees, wrapped my hand around the base of Andrei’s cock and positioned him at my entrance. Con shifted with my motion, fingers beginning a skilled dance between my legs.

I slid down Andrei, painstaking, my thighs tense as I guided the penetration. My teeth sank deeper into my bottom lip at the painful stretch of his girth. But it was manageable, low thrumming discomfort rather than sharp burning. I almost sobbed in relief.

My body adjusted to him as he cupped my breasts and squeezed.

Sharp eyes took in my face. “Are you with me, darling?”

I nodded and began to move gingerly, adjusting the angle and depth until I’d balanced the discomfort with pleasure and didn’t have to maintain such caution.

“God,” I gasped.

“High Lord,” the man beneath me corrected coolly.

I noted distantly that Andrei didn’t stray from the path I’d set, controlling his entry when he took over thrusting after a brief mental inquiry, maintaining the depth and angle though he increased the speed.

Noted as well that when my internal distress spiked, he exerted will over his dark, spiraling instincts, as if the need to care for me drew him away from the edge.

But after a time I accepted the warning twinges and placed my hands on his chest, exerting pressure.

Andrei halted, eyes searching my face.Do you need to stop?

No, but it’s better to change positions now. Before I press my luck.

“Are you okay, Anah?” Con asked.

“I’m fine, but this position is starting. . .”

I feel your discomfort.Gently spoken words.I was waiting for you to speak.

Thank you. That’s part of what I need. For you to let me tell you when I can’t take any more.

Con moved back, giving us room as Andrei lifted me off him, shifting so he was no longer beneath me.

“How do you want me?” my High Lord asked.

In response, I positioned myself on my hands, spreading my legs wider. Two male inhalations behind me, two sets of hands on my body, caressing waist and bottom and thighs.

“Is this a better position for you?” Con asked. “I was here first, Drei.”

“Ask me if I give a kobold’s ass,Con.”

“It’s better,” I said.

Fingers—whose, I had no idea—touched me between my legs, caressing along my slit and delicately entering my body, playing with me as a snarling negotiation went on in Cassanian.

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