Page 25 of Lord of Dance and Desire

I brushed my fingers across his smooth groin and wrapped my hand around the base, shimmying down his legs a bit more so the positioning was ideal.

“There’s a reason I eat so many sweets, darling,” Andrei purred.

Constin and Mathen settled on either side of us, reminding me that the bed was big enough for a dance troupe.

Constin lounged on his elbow, gaze ravenous, while Mathen propped himself against the headboard and wrapped an arm around his raised knee, lowering his eyes to watch through a modest veil of lashes.

I considered the men eyeing me like breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“Do I need to. . .give you all instructions?” They might like that kind of thing.

Con gave me a lazy smile as Mathen snorted. “Oh, we’ll know when to jump in,” Con said. “But feel free if it pleases you. We may even obey.”

My heart thumped. Safe word, I had a safe word. Everything would be fine. The three predators in bed with me had Vowed my safety.

“Not your first rodeo?” I managed to keep my voice steady, a little ironic.

“Or the third.”

I hadn’t thought so.

Lowering my head, I smiled at the men staring avidly at me; I was a performer, after all. Little did they realize, I basked in the attention. When I ascended the stage, shyness more or less fled.

Slowly, teasing them, I lowered my head and licked the wet slit of his head. Andrei's chest rose with his inhaled breath. I ran my tongue around the rim of the hot, satiny skin, toying with him.

A series of Cassanian words spilled out of Andrei’s throat.

“Woman,” he repeated in thickly accented English. “If you continue to tease me, you'll get what you're asking for.”

And I know exactly what you’re asking for.

My lungs compressed as I obeyed, sliding my mouth down his length, taking him as deep into my throat as I could manage, his mind a sensual threat overshadowing mine. The moment he lost patience, game over.

Still, I played. Even two weeks ago I wouldn’t have, because it never started or ended well for me. But. . .trust. Hope. Chains of my own making.

The Phases receded a little more to the back of my mind. Receded, and were shelved. These men had already proven I no longer needed to nurse that specific bitterness. I would allow myself to begin healing.

Andrei hissed, his legs tensing beneath me.

“You're still teasing,” he said, voice guttural as I licked up his length, moving my head in slow up and down strokes.

A hand lifted my hair out of my face and held it in a tight ponytail. A tight, warning ponytail, the heat of the man at my back another sensual, not quite friendly, promise.

I didn’t know if it was a mistake, giving them carte blanche to do whatever they wanted as long as I didn’t speak my safe word. But the Vow would hold them. . .wouldn’t it?

It will.Andrei’s whisper in my mind.But you’re stubborn. How much will you take before you yield?

Yielders didn’t make it to the top. I would never yield.

Then brace yourself, little prima. I have no intention of being gentle. And neither, I think, do my luudthen.

Succumbing to the inevitable, I stopped playing, and he used my mouth.

Andrei's hips bucked, and I gagged as his cock touched the back of my throat. Again and again, in a physical and internal struggle to maintain control. I wanted him to spill down my throat, to hear him shout his release and feel as out of control of his own destiny as I felt.

Andrei’s amused denial slithered through my mind; he’d cede control to his disobedient little faeling over his dead body, which she needed many more years and a great deal more power to achieve, if his death and her escape was the ambitious goal.

Mathen watched, making it Constin behind me, his hand tightening, moving my head up and down Andrei's length at some subtle signal between the two men.

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