Page 61 of The Shadowbound King

Bound and spread, Rane could only swing helplessly as Andrin rained brutal punishment on the most delicate parts of his body. His cock and balls. The insides of his thighs. The tight, puckered entrance to his body. He cried out with every lash, his muscles twitching. Angry red stripes crisscrossed his ass. Through it all, his erection swung with him, the tip almost obscenely red.

“Come back to me!” he shouted hoarsely. “I need you, Andrin.”

Andrin paused, his chest heaving and the crop raised high. Something flickered in his eyes. “You…” he rasped.

“You,”Rane said, lifting his head and straining to see over his shoulder. “I need you. Can’t you see it?”

I held my breath, every part of me attuned to the men. When Andrin’s eyes flickered again, I stifled a gasp.

Andrin lowered his arm. “I…see you.”

“Then come back to me,” Rane said. “Come for me.”

The crop disintegrated, shadows melting into nothing as Andrin grasped Rane’s cock. “For you,” he whispered, stroking down Rane’s swollen shaft.

Rane’s mouth opened on a wordless cry. His eyes slid shut, and he swayed in the ropes, the thick muscles in his thighs flexing.

A shadow rose from Andrin’s shoulder. Black as smoke, it flowed away from him, moving like a snake as it undulated around Rane and streamed into his mouth.

I thought I’d stopped being shocked. But disbelief washed through me as Rane gave a low, sensual moan. When he slit his eyes open, they glittered like jewels. He strained as he attempted to meet Andrin’s stare.

“Fuck me,” he rasped. “Fuck me, my king.”

Andrin’s knuckles went white around Rane’s cock. His expression turned hungry as he tangled his free hand in Rane’s hair and pulled his head back sharply.

“You want to be fucked?” he growled in Rane’s ear.

Rane’s breathless assent caressed the air. “Yes, sire.”

Another shadow peeled away from Andrin and flowed toward Rane. He opened his mouth, his eyes gleaming through the small black cloud before it passed through his lips.

“Fuck me, sire. Make me yours.”

Andrin moaned. He glanced at the ceiling, and the shadows holding Rane jerked him higher, putting his body at Andrin’s eye level.

“Need you wet for me,” Andrin rasped, then palmed Rane’s buttocks and buried his face in Rane’s cleft.

Heat licked through me, forbidden currents flowing to the juncture of my thighs. There was no ambiguity about what Andrin was doing. None at all. Thumbs spreading Rane’s buttocks wide, Andrindevouredhim, licking and sucking at Rane’s opening like he couldn’t get enough. Wet soundsaccompanied his wicked kiss, flashes of his pink tongue holding my gaze like a lodestone.

One by one, shadows lifted from Andrin and flowed to Rane. He swallowed them, hoarse cries spilling from him as he swayed in the ropes.

“Yes, sire,” he panted, wriggling as much as the ropes would allow. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Andrin drew back and then spit on Rane’s twitching hole. Black bled from his eyes as he followed it with a finger, pumping his saliva into Rane’s body.

“You want this,” he breathed, his rapt gaze on his finger plunging into Rane’s spit-soaked hole. It wasn’t clear if he told Rane or asked him.

“I want it,” Rane gasped, the ends of his swaying hair dangling to the floor. “Please. I can’t wait.”

The ropes dropped him a few inches. He grunted, then groaned as Andrin spit into his hand and rubbed the moisture between Rane’s cheeks. Twisting the heel of his hand upward, Andrin thrust his middle finger into Rane, setting him swinging harder.

“Tell me,” Andrin demanded, working his hand against Rane’s crease. A light smacking sound accompanied the thrust of his finger.

Rane drew a shuddering breath. “I?—”

“Not with your mouth,” Andrin growled, his voice so low it rumbled through my bones.

Rane’s toes curled as he released a low, broken whimper. He grunted, his face screwed up in apparent concentration. His buttocks twitched rhythmically, the round muscle quivering.

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