Page 93 of The Shadowbound King

“Perfect,” he rasped, his eyes gleaming as he pressed deeper. “Oh, that’s a good girl, opening so wide for me.” The praise obliterated my nerves, and I closed my lips tightly around his shaft and gave an experimental suck.

Rane’s nostrils flared. He tugged at my hair, a low moan escaping him as he guided me up and down his shaft. “Fuck, Mirella, just like that.”

Andrin’s lips left my pussy. A second later, something hard nudged my opening. Heat seared my entrance, and I tensed as Andrin’s cockhead began to stretch me.

Rane stopped thrusting but didn’t pull his dick from my mouth.

Andrin smoothed a warm palm over my hip. “Relax,” he said huskily. His fingers danced over my clit, and I moaned around Rane’s cock as pleasure tingled through me.

“Good girl,” Rane breathed, stroking my hair. He eased his hips back and then forward, tunneling deeper into my mouth. The movement nudged my body backward, and Andrin’s cockhead probed deeper, slipping through my arousal and gliding over my aching folds.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Andrin said, his voice low and rough. One hand gripped my hip while the other guided the blunt tip of his cock all around my pussy. Light smacking sounds drifted from between my legs as he teased my clit and swollen folds, dragging his cockhead over my slick, fevered flesh. With each tantalizing brush, thick ribbons of pleasure wound through me. I whimpered, needingmore.Andrin gave it to me, notching himself against my opening and entering me one slow inch at a time. Exquisite heat and pressure filled me, but it didn’t hurt. On the contrary, there was something addicting about the stretch, and I rolled my hips back, seeking more of it. A sweet burn spread through me, and I moaned around Rane’s cock as I took Andrin deeper into my body. More pressure. More burning stretch. Then his thighs pressed hard against my ass, and he gave a throaty growl.

“You did it, sweetheart.” He swept a warm palm down my back to my ass. “You took every inch.”

“Fuck,” Rane rasped, gazing down at me as he resumed pumping gently into my mouth. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

“Gorgeous,” Andrin murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. He stroked his fingers—his thumbs, it felt like—around my taut opening, caressing the delicate skin where his cock stretched me. “I’ve wanted this pussy wrapped around my dick for a long time, Mirella.”

The words sent more heat twisting through me. Curiosity rushed in its wake. How long had Andrin been attracted to me?

“Almost from the start,” he said as if he’d read my mind. He slid his hands up my sides and found my breasts, which swayed as he began to thrust. “You looked good in my collar, my lady. You make a man want to keep you, your gorgeous body bare except for a band of gold around your pretty throat.”

I whimpered, picturing it. Andrin began to thrust, his cock plunging into me with wet sucking sounds. Rane kept a loose grip on my head as he continued fucking my mouth. His salty taste coated my tongue. His eyes burned as he held my stare.

“You’d stay in your cage,” Andrin continued, “your creamy skin glowing against the cushions. And when I gave the order, you’d crawl to me, your pussy already wet for your lord.”

My moan was loud enough to shake the bed. Speared on both ends, I was at their mercy, my body stretched to receive them. Drool slipped down my chin. My breasts bounced, my nipples tightening to the point of pain. I gripped the bedding, feeling like the decadent, sensual creature Andrin described.

Andrin thrust faster, his breaths coming in harsh pants and his hips slapping my ass. My orgasm gathered, the promise of bliss rushing me.

Just as I started to go over the edge, everything changed. The men pulled out, and strong hands gripped my waist. Andrin flipped me around and pushed me onto my back. Then Rane was between my thighs, his cock nudging my opening.

“Rane,” I gasped, my head spinning from the dizzying change in position. Denied two orgasms, I arched off the bed as need overwhelmed me. “Please…”

His eyes flashed. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held himself above me. “Please, what?”

He was going to make me say it. Fine. Gripping his shoulders, I spread my legs wide. “Fuck me. Please. I have to come.”

Shadows flowed down his arms. My breath hitched as ropes wrapped around my wrists and pulled my arms over my head. I tugged and promptly encountered no give in my bonds. An inky feather peeled off Rane’s neck and drifted to my chest. I watched, heart thumping, as it fluttered over my nipple.

“Oh…” I gasped, tingles spreading through my breast. A second feather drifted down and teased my other nipple, its black tail blurring. The tingling, buzzing sensations suffused my chest and shot straight to my pussy as if invisible threads connected them. Rane’s cock was a hot, teasing presence at my opening, which clenched repeatedly. My heartbeat pounded in my clit. I tugged at my wrists, my breasts heaving.

Rane watched with an avid gaze, his hair spilling over his shoulders. “You have no idea how beautiful you are in my ropes, Mirella. They want more of you. I think I’ll let them have their way.”

Another black, twisting rope slid between our bodies and disappeared. Rane pushed inside me, his cock gliding easily where Andrin had been a moment before. As he seated himself to the hilt, a slick tongue teased my asshole.

My gasp echoed around the bedchamber, pleasure pulling my spine off the bed. “Oh my…gods,” I groaned, my heart racing. “C-Can you feel that?”

Rane nodded. “My shadows are part of me. I feel you, Mirella.” The hot, swirling tongue between my cheeks fluttered faster. “And one day, I’m going to claim you here while Andrin fucks your pussy. Would you like that, sweetheart? Having both of us inside you? Stretching your pretty holes?”

“Yes,” I moaned, any embarrassment I might have felt melting under the hot pleasure coursing through me. Thefeathers at my breasts fluttered faster, teasing my nipples until they jutted lewdly. The little tongue sped up, too, making everything between my legs clench. Rane thrust again, his shaft grinding over my clit.

The orgasm struck in a blinding white flash. It leveled me, scorching my veins like a torch put to accelerant. Pleasure pulsed and then pounded through me. I arched as much as the ropes around my wrists would allow, mindless babble spilling from me as I rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Rane fucked me through it—and then kept fucking me as the waves receded.

“Shit,” Rane muttered, thrusting harder. “You’re going to make me come.”

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