Page 92 of The Shadowbound King

Rane continued to undo my laces, each tug sending a shiver down my spine. His lips trailed fire along my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

My gown loosened. Andrin broke off the kiss as Rane pushed the fabric off my shoulders and over my hips. My chemise followed with gentle tugs and hot kisses on my neck, my shoulder, the sensitive spot under my ear. My clothes fell away under their quick, competent hands. They unwrapped me like I was a prize—or a captive they’d long intended to share.

My breath hitched as Rane tugged the ribbon of my drawers, sending the delicate garment fluttering to my feet. Now, I stood between the men in nothing but my stockings, my garters tied above my knees. My nipples tightened, and my pussy clenched.

Grabbing my hips again, Rane tugged me against him. He reached around and cupped my breasts, his sigils black against my skin. I sucked in a breath as he pinched my nipples, plumping and rolling them under Andrin’s watchful gaze.

“I haven’t tasted you,” Andrin murmured. He knelt in front of me, and I trembled as he ran his hands up my legs, his palms bumping over the glossy ribbons. One by one, he untied them, tossing the ribbons aside and pulling my stockings off.

“Spread your legs,” Rane said against my throat. He abandoned my nipples and went back to fondling my breasts, squeezing and kneading just on the pleasurable side of pain. “Do it,” he ordered, biting my earlobe.

I yelped, heat flooding my face. Swallowing, I moved my feet apart.

“Wider.”

A whimper escaped me as I obeyed. The scent of my arousal drifted up, and my face burned hotter.

Andrin sat back on his heels, his eyes going heavy-lidded as he fixed his stare between my legs. I knew what he saw. Moisture seeped from me, teasing my folds and smearing my inner thighs. The men were still fully clothed while I was completely exposed, my nipples tight and my clit swelling from its sheath.

“So obedient,” Rane murmured, sliding a languid hand down my abdomen. Pressing soft kisses to my neck, he dragged his fingers through the tight thatch of curls on my mound before forming his thumb and forefinger into a V and spreading my pussy wide. “And such a pretty cunt.” He stretched me wider, his fingers pressing hard. He used his other hand to tease one of my jutting nipples. “How does she look, sire? Is she wet enough for us?”

I moaned, my knees loosening. If not for Rane’s hands on me, I might have slid to the floor.

“She could be wetter,” Andrin said. Then he pushed a thick finger inside me.

Magic snapped. I cried out, clenching around the intrusion.

Finger buried deep in my pussy, Andrin swiped his tongue over my clit. At the same moment, Rane pinched my nipple.

Pleasure sizzled through me. They kept it up, coordinating their movements. Andrin whirled his tongue around my center as Rane flicked and pinched the tender, aching tip of my breast. His teeth closed over my earlobe, the stinging pain somehow enhancing the pleasure.

Andrin seized my hip, holding me steady while he sucked at my clit. Rane kept me spread, giving Andrin unfettered accessto my aching clit. Andrin thrust a second finger inside me and continued tonguing my clit.

“Oh, gods,” I gasped, need mounting. My hips rocked without my permission. Canting my head down, I panted as Andrin’s tongue flashed over my folds and protruding clit. He lapped at my arousal, licking Rane’s fingers as he sucked and licked between my legs.

“I love your tits,” Rane said against my neck. He cupped my breast again, his fingers splayed around my quivering flesh. “I wanted to strip you naked that first night in the Covenant, Mirella. I could have done it. Ripped your gown away and told you to run. Would you have liked that, sweetheart? Your pretty tits bouncing as you ran from me?” He jiggled the swell in his hand like he meant to demonstrate.

My knees loosened. As it had at the Covenant, his whispered, scandalous words set a fire in my veins. But this time, the images he conjured weren’t accompanied by a shadow between my legs. No,Andrinwas there, his fingers pumping inside me as he devoured my pussy.

Within seconds, I was panting, my orgasm ready to strike.

“Yes,” I gasped, clutching at Andrin’s head. My hips jerked. Arousal surged between my thighs. Andrin thrust his fingers deeper, hooking them and stroking a spot that made me cry out. Warm tingles spread through me, my release hovering. I only had to reach for it?—

Andrin sat back and pulled his fingers from my body.

“No!” I wailed, my pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness.

“Hush,” Rane said against my neck. “You want to come, sweetheart, you have to earn it.” He swung me into his arms and carried me to the bed. Andrin was between my legs the second my back hit the mattress. I got a flash of burning blue eyes and red hair before he flipped me onto my stomach and hauled me onto all fours.

His hands came down on my ass—not quite a slap but not gentle, either. As I sucked in a breath, he shoved my upper body down, spread my cheeks wide, and plunged his face to my pussy.

“Andrin!” I gasped, my heart racing. I fell to my elbows, thrusting my ass high and shamelessly begging for the release he’d cruelly denied me. He did wicked things with his tongue, darting it around my clit before teasing my lips apart and delving inside me. His beard scraped my feverish skin, every rasp making me whimper and squirm.

Rane climbed onto the bed in front of me. He’d shed his clothes, and sunlight gilded his rippling muscle as he knelt before me, his cock at my eye level. He speared his fingers through my hair and tilted my head up.

“Open,” he murmured.

I obeyed, letting him guide his erection past my lips. Somewhere in my mind, worries rose. I’d never done this. Would I please him? My fears intensified as his shaft filled my mouth, and his salty taste coated my tongue. Was there a certain technique to it? What if I accidentally bit him?

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