Page 27 of Lord of Dance and Desire

I glanced at Mathen, who rolled his eyes briefly, then lowered his knee so he could shift next to me on the bed. “They’re playing. . .ah, a game like Rock Paper Scissors.” He gave me a slow, slightly smug smile. “But I perceive that I’m in the better position right now.”

I understood what he meant and blushed. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain in the ass,” I murmured.

His eyes gleamed with amusement as he cupped the back of my head, fingers running through the strands of my hair.

“He’d rather be a pain in your ass, darling,” Constin drawled. “But your bonded here is going to be stubborn.”

“She’smine,” Andrei said.

I felt Constin’s eyeroll. “Realms, spare me from a possessive male. What did I teach you about sharing?”

“That only frightened prey or sycophants offer their toys to another, and if you do share, don’t expect your possession returned in the same condition in which you lent it.”

A beat of silence. “Was that really what I taught you? I have some doubts.”

As he spoke, Mathen slipped off the bed and stripped off his clothing. He’d been the last one to hold out and I watched, riveted, as he revealed muscles under his dark brown skin that made me think of ancient Koa warriors. Wide, powerful shoulders and thick thighs.

“Don’t tell me you like the barbarian horde type,” Con said, voice a little sour. He was the leanest of the three.

Mathen grinned at his luudthen, flexing his well-developed shoulders and chest. “When you’re hungry you want steak, not an amuse bouche,” he said.

I discreetly tucked my tongue back in my mouth.

“I might have to add extra seasoning to your dinner this week,” Con said. “Don’t worry—it won’t kill you.”

I breathed fast and harsh, my body tipping over the edge as Mathen fisted his cock, his grip lazy and. . .almost taunting. Too slow, moving up and down his heavy length as my gaze followed.

“How like you this, Lady?” Mathen asked, voice husky, a note rising to the surface. A not so civilized note.

Wanted. Wanted to touch, to taste. I met his gaze, filling mine with the heat of my request. My demand.

“Come here,” I said. “Or am I meant to look but not touch?”

Mathen crawled back on the bed. I opened my mouth to receive him, turning my head as he adjusted his position.

Mathen pumped in and out of my mouth, doing most of the work though I relaxed my throat so I could take him deeper. Tasted the salty beads of his fluid, heard his deep, breathy moans, the scratchy words of praise as he took my mouth.

“Lady,” he breathed. “You can beguile me all you like if this is the end result.”

I almost laughed; I did grin. But the grin faded because warm hands gripped my hips; a familiar touch. Gentle, but an unspoken assumption of command. They must have finished the argument, but Mathen and I had stopped paying attention.

Andrei asked only by the press of his fingers as he spread my cheeks, the nudge of his cock against my entrance.

He waited as I pushed backwards, knowing what angle and depth would maximize enjoyment and minimize the opposite.

Hands stroked up and down my back, massaged my cheeks. He hissed through his teeth as I sheathed him, holding completely still even when I began to rock my hips.

Andrei’s fingers bit into my hips. “I can’t believe I let you hold out for so long.” Rich amusement in his voice, thick lust, a rough scrape of need.

“An entire week, was it?” Constin mocked.

You can take me,I whispered, ignoring him. It had been more like ten days.I’ll tell you if something changes.

Andrei settled his hands on my hips and began to pump in and out of me, our minds merging at the edges as he checked in to see what noises were pleasure and what were pain.

We guided him to the spot that unfurled ribbons of ecstasy throughout my entire body, and once found, the primal slap of his flesh on mine took over, his silent will bearing down.

That I take his desire, sate it, and give him my own.

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