Page 29 of Lord of Dance and Desire

Constin said, “I told you she knows how to say no, even stuffed full of cock and come.”

I twisted to glare at him. He gave me innocent eyes. He wasn’t very good at it.

“Do you have to use such filthy language?” I demanded.

His smile turned roguish. “Oh, darling, now that I know it embarrasses you. . .why, yes. I don’t know how a woman who enjoys being fucked by three men and soaking in their come could object to the appropriate language to describe howthoroughlyshe enjoys being licked and?—”

“Andrei!”

My bonded came to my defense, tackling Constin to the floor, who howled with laughter. Mathen sighed, stretching back out against the headboard and pulling me along with him, tucking me against his side.

“They’ll want to play for a while,” he murmured. “They both have more edge to file off before they return to you.”

I frowned.

“We’re being careful, until Andrei’s bonding rut has run the course.” He caressed my side, wandered down to cup my buttocks and massage gently. “Let them save the rougher activity for each other. But while I still have you to myself. . .”

Mathen shifted me onto my back and rolled on top of me, lowering to kiss my lips.

“No pussy or neck,” Andrei snapped, then started laughing.

Well. . .giggling? That was definitely a man giggle.

He swore at Constin, a vicious edge of desperation in his voice.

I propped up on my elbows to peer at the. . .dared I call them adult men. . .rolling around on the floor.

“Is Con tickling Andrei?”

Mathen slid down my body, opening my legs wide and pushing my knees to my chest. “Use your safe word when you want me to stop.” And then he latched his mouth on my clit.

Mathen feasted as if he had literally nothing else to do, or nothing else to eat, in the world. I came up from the sensual stupor long enough to hear Con yell,

“Anah! Give me leave. I’ve got him where I want him but I need to move fast.”

I waved a limp hand, too focused on Mathen between my legs to care about what the teenage Spartans were getting up to.

“Good enough,” Constin muttered, and then Andrei’s broken growl.

And some time later, Constin crooning, “Who is Lord?”

Andrei crawled into bed shortly after Mathen brought me to another climax. I wondered if he was secretly competing with Andrei. I didn’t move as my bonded gathered me in his arms, kissing the top of my head.

“Thank you, consort,” he said.

“Mmm.”

He straightened, slipping into fuss mode. “You need to relieve yourself, and you need to eat.”

I groaned. “I don’t want to move. Where do you get your energy?”

He slid off the bed, lifted me in his arms and walked to the bathroom where he lowered me onto the toilet, busying himself with wetting a washcloth as I peed.

It was one of the little things I liked about Andrei—his utter matter-of-factness about bodily needs. I’d had boyfriends who’d wanted to pretend women were unicorns. Not just period ignorance, but wanting to pretend we didn’t have to pee or shit either.

Andrei lifted me onto the counter and gently washed between my thighs, taking care not to press my swollen areas too hard.

He brushed my lips with a chaste kiss, placing a hand on my stomach. “I shouldn’t have said what I did about children without talking to you first.”

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