Page 88 of The Princess's Chosen

Aric barked a laugh but took his time in studying me before answering. "If it were only for aesthetics, who could blame me?"

I scoffed and caught Owen glancing between us, his glossy fingers resting beautifully on his full bottom lip.

"Hello," I said, smiling.

Owen leaned in, nuzzling my cheek with his nose. "Hello. You look like you're feeling better already."

"Let me watch you clean those."

Aric laughed in the background, but Owen held my gaze until I pulled it away to watch him slide his two fingers between his lips, taking care to make a noisy sucking sound. I hummed as his tongue peeked between them, and then they pulled free with apop!

I spread my knees farther apart and watched Owen's eyes darken as I rocked gently over his lap, his cock half-hard and growing stiffer.

"I thought I was losing you," he said softly, frown returning, damp fingers coming up to stroke my cheeks.

I bit my lip and sighed as his hands reached down to caress up my thighs and over my sex. "I thought you were too. Thank you for coming to find me again."

Owen beamed at me. "Always." I gasped as he gripped my hips and tossed me back on the bed.

"Careful with her arms," Aric said.

Owen didn't leave me on my back but turned me to face the headboard, pushing my sheer nightgown up over my ass, bundling it under my bound wrists. "Stay like that," he said roughly, and the command prickled uncomfortably against the remaining anger, but also made me clench on nothing with want.

"Did you notice that you held the magic in on your own this time?" Aric asked.

I huffed, resting my forehead on the bed, aware of his gaze from the window, of Owen's rustling behind me as he stripped out of his clothes. "Does this really have to be a teaching moment, Aric?"

He laughed, and I could see his legs stretching out ahead of him, crossing at his ankles.

"You're really going to just sit and watch?" Owen asked.

"Until I know she's recovered," Aric said. "Another orgasm and the burst of magic should do it."

"Another good squeeze on my cock should too," Owen said brightly, hands settling gently at my hips and soothing up and down my legs. He scooted closer, and I lifted my face on a small gasp with the first nudge of his cock between my legs. It hadn't been that long, had it? The past few days had seemed to stretch on and on.

"Support her shoulders," Aric said.

"Please ignore him," I huffed, looking back at Owen over my shoulder. "If he wants to set the rules, he can get involved."

Aric huffed and Owen grinned, my mouth falling open as I gazed back at him. He was so beautiful, his chest heaving with anticipation. I had the sudden urge to just turn andleaninto him, to find a way of touching every bit of him all at once.

He bent forward and kissed my hands where they tangled together, then both of my elbows, making me squirm with the ticklish sensation, and finally the center of my back. His cock dragged back and forth against my sex, and then he repeated the path as his hands moved up from my hips, one grasping my waist and the other a hanging breast.

He hummed and rocked against me, teasing my sensitive flesh with the dull friction of him justrockingagainst me until I grew wet again.

"Please," I murmured. "Please fuck me."

My hair was falling loose over my shoulders, swinging with the gentle rhythm of Owen as he mimicked sex without doing it properly. I moaned and arched into the touch on my breasts as Owen gripped tight, painful even, and then he released me. I whimpered and shivered, my body searching for that touch. It returned a moment later, fingers tangling into my hair, pulling it back from my face with a rough grip that left me bowed.

"Ah, yes!"

"I don't mind sharing you, Mistress, but I know I'll never have enough of you," Owen moaned.

Up and down he dragged against me, impossibly patient despite the painful catch of his voice.

"Even if we were the only two people in the world and I could fill every second of my day with you."

My heart clenched and my stomach cramped, but at last it was a familiar feeling, my Hunger begging for the man with the ragged tear in his voice. "Owen," I breathed, leaning back until his hips kissed my ass. "Please, I want you."

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