Page 95 of The Shadowbound King

The massive bed shook beneath us, the carved headboard knocking against the wall. The bed ropes shrieked in protest, but it didn’t matter. Andrin spurred us toward a cliff’s edge, with no option to pull back. We were going to tumble over, the three of us locked in a fall.

Andrin’s thrusts grew too punishing to maintain our kiss, and he reared back and seized Rane’s hips.

“Move,” Andrin grated. “You’re going to work for this.”

For a moment, I didn’t know if he addressed me or Rane. Then Rane pushed to his elbows, his breathless “yes, sire” ending on a broken cry as Andrin landed a heavy slap on his ass.

Rane threw his hips back, impaling himself on Andrin’s cock even as he thrust into me. His body sawed between us, his balls smacking my ass and the ends of his hair lashing my jiggling breasts.

“More,” Andrin bit out, landing another brutal blow. “Make her come.”

With a hoarse cry, Rane moved faster, his features taut with his efforts. On his next thrust, he adjusted the angle of his hips. His cock plunged into me, the slick shaft brushing my clit. I hurtled toward the edge of the cliff, pleasure buzzing in my veins. Another thrust of Rane’s hips, and I flew over the edge, my muscles clenching hard as I shattered.

The men followed, their shouts ringing around the bed. Rane jerked as he flooded me with heat. Andrin’s bellow echoed in my ears. I soared above all of it, the hot surge of pleasure spinning into bone-melting bliss.

I descended slowly, accompanied by a heavy lassitude and the murmur of male voices. Then I was tucked against something warm and solid. A hard chest expanded at my back. Gentle fingers brushed my hair away from my sweaty neck. Sleep beckoned. Sighing, I rushed into its arms.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

RANE

The next time I opened my eyes, I lay on my side with the bed’s coverlet over my hips. The fire had burned to almost nothing, and Mirella was tucked against me.

Light splashing sounds from the bathing chamber told me Andrin was washing up. He’d been to the windows first, though, because the drapes were open, allowing a twilight sky to paint the chamber in shades of purple.

Mirella stirred, then rolled to her back. Blood rushed to my dick at the sight of one rosy nipple peeking through her hair. She blinked her eyes open, her brow furrowing as she gazed at the ceiling.

“Hello,” I said, lifting onto my elbow.

Her forehead smoothed, and pink dusted her cheeks. The last of the sunlight fell over her, highlighting the tiny freckles on the bridge of her nose.

“Hello,” she said, her blush spreading down her neck.

Needing to see more of her, I tugged her hair away from her breasts. “You’re going to get me into trouble.”

“How?” Her breath hitched as I brushed one of her nipples.

“Because we should get up and plan for tomorrow, but all I want to do is fuck you again.”

“You do?” She grabbed at the coverlet like she meant to tug it to her chest.

“Yes,” I said, snatching the fabric from her fingers. “Don’t cover these up, my lady.” I cupped one full breast, my balls tightening. Cursing under my breath, I traced one ghostly blue vein that ran under creamy skin. Her nipples were the same lush pink as her mouth, the little tips puckering under my attention.

The temptation was too much. Leaning down, I closed my lips around one charming peak, sucking and tugging while her sweet little gasps lifted around the bed. She squirmed against me, one hand coming up to flutter against my hair.

I sucked for another long moment before releasing her nipple with a pop and moving to the other one. When Andrin’s footsteps approached, I released my prize and turned in time to see him enter with a towel slung low on his hips.

Mirella sat up, tugging the sheet to her chest. I stayed put as Andrin stopped at the foot of the bed.

He studied us, heat flickering in his eyes. Then he sighed as he smoothed a hand over his beard. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to plan a secret mission to Purecliff with you two naked and wet in my bed.”

Fresh color spread down Mirella’s neck. It was probably going to take her a while to grow accustomed to Andrin’s filthy mouth. Although, like most redheads, she appeared to blush easily.Unlikemost redheads, Andrin was immune to that particular phenomenon.

It helped that he was utterly shameless.

He sobered as he rounded Mirella’s side of the bed and stroked her hair back from her face. “Are you still certain about the shadowbond?”

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