Page 97 of The Shadowbound King

She whimpered, her hands on my stomach as she straddled me. “Andrin, I don’t think—” Her protest ended on a moan as I grabbed her thighs, pulled her fully onto my face, and thrust my tongue against her clit.

We moaned at the same time. I tightened my arms around her legs as I lapped at her pussy, tasting what I’d given her. Andrin let me go for a moment before pushing her chest tomy abdomen. Then he stood over my face, his stance wide, and entered her in one smooth thrust.

Mirella cried out, her pussy spasming against my tongue. Andrin’s sack brushed my nose, and I licked at the heavy globes.

“Yeah,” he grunted. Reaching back and gripping my hair, he held my face against his sack. “More.”

I complied, lifting my head and running my tongue over his balls and the underside of his shaft. When he began to thrust, I licked at his cock as he plunged inside Mirella, tasting myself and her sweet arousal.

Wet, warm heat enveloped my cock. I groaned long and loud, my thighs trembling as Mirella took me deep into her mouth and began to suck.

“Fuck, yes,” I said against her pussy. Andrin kept fucking her, his dick pumping into her directly over my face. Pleasure swarmed me as I clung to her thighs and licked wherever I could reach, fluttering my tongue around her clit and her plump lips spread around his dick. He cursed as he seized her hips and thrust faster.

She moaned around my dick, sending vibrations down my shaft to my balls. Her breasts mashed against my stomach, and her thighs tightened around my head. She sucked me harder, little sobs spilling from her as Andrin and I pushed her closer to release.

Our moans and sighs joined the slick, heavy sounds of our bodies moving together. I fastened my mouth around her clit and sucked hard. Immediately, she pulled off my dick, her breath coasting over my damp tip.

“I’m coming!Oh…” She shook, her pussy soaking my tongue.

Andrin groaned, stiffening above me before burying himself inside her. His shout echoed through the room as his thighs trembled on either side of my head. I lapped at his come seepingaround the seal of their bodies, and the three of us groaned together.

“That’s dirty, Rane,” he rasped, reaching back and stroking my hair. “Keep doing it.”

He let me go for another moment, his ragged breaths accompanying Mirella’s quieter moans. Then he stepped back, pulling from her body and lifting her off me. With another round of maneuvering, the three of us ended up in the center of the bed, Mirella at my side and Andrin kneeling between my spread thighs.

Wrapping one hand around the base of my dick, he sucked me straight to the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” I grunted my eyes rolling back in my head. “This is going to take two seconds.” Because he was so damn good at it, one hand cupping my balls as he sucked and sucked and sucked. He was all over me, his fist pumping in tandem with his mouth. He grazed me with his teeth. Swirled his tongue over my slit. Jerked me faster as he slipped two fingers under my sack and stroked my rim. As he’d noted, I still leaked him from earlier, and he slipped a finger inside me, gliding through the proof of his possession. Andrin didn’t own me anymore, but I was still his, and every part of me knew it.

I clenched around him, my heart doing its best to pound from my chest. A soft hand slid over my chest, and I opened my eyes to find Mirella gazing down at me, her lip between her teeth and lust in her eyes. Snagging her nape, I dragged her down and kissed her just as Andrin pushed his finger deeper. He stroked my spot, and I came hard, my orgasm clawing its way out of me. I panted against Mirella’s lips as I jerked helplessly, pumping into Andrin’s mouth.

He swallowed around me, loosening his grip on my shaft as I continued to thrash and gasp. When I softened, he gave me a final suck and flopped heavily beside me.

When I caught my breath, the sky outside was black, and the moon shimmered near the top of the window. A leaf spun past the glass, its shadow dancing over the rumpled bed.

The three of us watched it fade from sight.

“Tomorrow,” Andrin said quietly, “we’re going to find the Kree.”

Tomorrow.At certain points in my life, I’d questioned whether I wanted to see another one. But that was before, when I didn’t have hope. I sat up and faced the two people who’d given it to me.

“Here’s what I think we should do.”

Chapter

Twenty-Five

MIRELLA

We rose early and made our way to the King’s Grove while the Embervale slept. The morning sunlight was muted, its rays dulled by the shadows swarming at the castle’s edges.

“You’re certain about this?” Othor asked Andrin, his mouth tight with disapproval. His grip on his staff was just as tight, his knuckles white with the strain. We stood at the base of the Edeloak, where Othor would remain with Andrin while Rane and I attempted to travel the shadows to reach Purecliff.

Andrin gestured to the dead leaves on the ground. “Death is coming, Cousin. And the shadows sit on our doorstep. As you’ve pointed out, waiting is folly.”

Othor eyed my throat. “The bond is faint.”

I touched my neck, where Rane’s feathers intertwined with delicate vines. The sigils had caught my eye every time I passed a mirror this morning. They’d captured Rane’s attention, too. More than once, I’d looked up to find him studying me, unmistakable possessiveness glinting in his purple eyes. When the bond first settled in my chest, I’d worried it would feel like achain. But the persistent tugging had relaxed overnight. Now, I felt Rane only when I reached for him. Far from bothersome, our connection was…reassuring.

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