Page 32 of Lord of Dance and Desire

He slid down Mathen’s body and lifting his silver hair, draped it across Mathen’s taut abs before taking Mathen’s cock in his mouth.

Constin wouldn’t be deterred, and Mathen didn’t have the will. Constin fucked him until Mathen spilled down his throat with a shout, back arching, his fingers digging into Constin’s hair.

Then Constin rose and turned to me, his scorching gaze lowering to my open legs. He stalked forward, silent, and grabbed my ankles, jerking me forward until my hips dangled off the edge of the bed where he knelt.

“What are you doing?” Andrei asked, sounding wary.

Mathen blinked lazily and propped himself on his elbow, giving me a sated, sweet smile. A smile laced with deep amusement as he glanced between his luudthen.

Constin knelt between my legs, lifted my hips to his chin—and opened his mouth, letting Mathen’s seed spill onto my heated core. Then he attacked, his tongue shoving into my opening, fucking me with the same savagery he had Mathen, pushing Mathen’s release into my body.

Andrei shouted in rage, sitting up.

“Technically,” Mathen said, “our cocks are not in her pussy. Though I expect you’ll amend the rules so we don’t walk through this gaping loophole again. You should never make bargains when distracted, my Lord.”

I moaned as I climaxed under Constin’s tongue, panting and boneless. They way they’d been playing with me for the last several hours, my body was always just a few strategic touches away.

“You infernal bastard,” Andrei seethed. “You son of a harpy and a swamp rat.”

Finally, with one last lick, Constin lifted his head. “I really shouldn’t take advantage of babes, but Drei, you walked right into that one. Being greedy always backfires.”

“Her first child ismine.”

“Relax. She won’t get pregnant from this little trick.”

I coughed. “It’s possible.”

Constin froze. “What?”

I hoped my look was apologetic rather than devilish. I’d never seen him turn that shade of red before.

“You’d be surprised what can knock a human girl up. But,” I added as I felt Andrei about to implode, “it’s unlikely. I’m on birth control.”

Constin let out an explosive breath. “That was cruel, darling.”

I laughed. One man’s cruel was another woman’s fun.

“I’m sure we’ll talk you out of the no pussy rule. We’ll think ofsomethingyou want.” He turned and crawled toward Mathen and poked him in the side. “Turn over. I’m not done with you.”

Mathen blinked up at him, then rolled onto his hands and knees. “Your manners are unfortunate.”

“Whine about my manners when you’re shouting to fuck you harder.”

Constin took Mathen, and he was right—it was savage. Breathtaking, and nearly obscene from the sounds that came from the mens’ throats. Mathen tried to get away once—I sympathized—and Constin dragged him back, ruthless.

“Take it, luudthen,” Constin said through gritted teeth. “Bite down and take all of me.”

Mathen roared.

Andrei put me on my hands and knees and fucked me as we watched our luudthen, though after a time I had to close my eyes and nestle my cheek against the bed and go along for the ride.

A long, thorough ride, and when I was wrung out and crying from the overstimulation, the men let me fall asleep, Andrei at my back, Constin at his, Mathen at my front.

They did let me sleep. A little.

Chapter

Eight

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