Page 89 of The Princess's Chosen

He let out a shuddering breath, fingers tightening in my hair until my scalp ached, his hand on my waist shifting to line himself up at my opening. He pushed in slowly and smoothly until my body resisted him, and then started to pull out again. My mouth fell open on a silent cry. It'd barely been a couple days since I'd had my Chosen under me, in me, surrounding me, but it was as if I really had been starving.

Aric will be so annoying if he knows he was right, I thought, and then promptly the thought left as Owen thrust in again.

"Fuck," he gasped, wrapping an arm around my waist, leaning in and being careful not to put my arms in a trapped position as he began to fuck me.

It was slow and steady, Owen working his way in so gradually, it was more like he was taunting me with the pace. I tried to push back, but every time I did, his hand twisted in my hair, pulling me into an arch, a shivery path running down from his grip to my cunt. I whined as he settled fully inside me, my eyes turning to where Aric watched, quiet but absolutely in tune with my every sound, flinch, shudder. His hands gripped firmly to the arms of the chair, one heel digging into the carpet like he was holding himself back from joining us.

My smile stretched as I shouted with Owen's first earnest buck, our skin slapping together. "Yes!"

Owen was all gasps and groans as I squeezed around him, his pace quickening, the snap of his hips rough against my ass, the tugs on my hair as rhythmic as his thrusts. I was pinned firmly in place with my hands behind my back, and I let my eyes fall shut, finding an unexpected relief at being unable to reciprocate, to do anything buttakehim. The week had been dark and full of pressure, and the deed I'd committed the night before…

I whimpered and my eyes flashed open at the first hint of a memory. Aric rose from his chair and prowled to the bed.

"That's it, princess. That's better, isn't it?" he purred, his eyes finding mine with an intensity that demanded I hold his gaze.

Gratitude replaced anger, relief replaced fear, and when Aric reached out to drag the tear off my cheek, the spark of magic between us was a kiss.

"Do you want the clamps?" he asked.

"I want you," I gasped, the words broken on a squeak as Owen beat inside of me. "I want both of you."

Aric climbed onto the bed, and Owen let me press my face to Aric's stomach, his own hand gripping onto the back of my neck instead. Aric smoothed my hair back as I nuzzled against the crotch of his pants. He laughed and leaned away, undressing from the waist down, gasping and groaning as my mouth sought out his cock immediately, lapping at the head of him where a little pre-cum was gathered. I couldn't touch, but Aric wasn't overwhelming the way Owen or Wendell were, and he seemed content to let me lap and lick, sucking on him to the rhythm of Owen's more insistent fucking. I moaned around Aric, shook with the pound of Owen, and still I wished another of my Chosen was here to touch me where I burned.

Or I did, until Owen's hand on my waist slid over my belly and down to my clit. Aric's hands soothed over my back, my shoulders, and down to my breasts as I was swallowed under the drumming, building, pulse of pleasure, my mouth on him as messy and coordinated as Owen was turning inside of me.

There was a tremble, and I pulled off Aric with a gasp, my balance and strength failing as the wave of magic and ecstasy swallowed me under. I tried at the last moment to hold some of it in, but Aric only hushed me, my head resting against his hip, his hands brushing down my sides as I trembled. Warm fluttering aftershocks followed with Owen's faltering movements at my back, his fingers squeezing as he stiffened and groaned, grinding against my ass.

The pain was gone, and all that remained was Hunger. It might've been the first time it was a real comfort to feel again, and I giggled at the notion.

"There's my princess," Aric murmured, sliding his hands under my shoulders as the snake loosened around my wrists and twined up my arm to wrap around my throat. "Better?"

Owen's hands softened and his arms circled my waist, pulling me down to the bed with him, resting me against his chest as we caught our breath.

I kissed his arm, and he shivered as I traced my fingers over the muscles, smiling at Aric.

"Better. I still want more."

Aric was kneeling on the bed, pulling his shirt off over his head, and he grinned at that, his pants hanging open and pushed halfway down his thighs, cock erect and beading fluid at the tip.

"Well, I should hope so. Hold her down, Owen," Aric said.

Owen huffed and then shifted out from under me, catching my pleasure loosened arms and pulling them back over my head.

"Are you really so afraid I'll bite or scratch you?" I asked Aric.

"Of course not. I just like to have you at my mercy," Aric said, grinning wolfishly. He stood from the bed and kicked his pants off as I laughed.

"You just like to show off with your toys and little plans," I said.

"For that, princess, I'm going to make you beg for mercy," Aric growled, and then he grabbed my ankles and tugged me into a stretch between them, pushing my legs as wide as they would go and diving down to feast on me as I screamed with the joy of the game.

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Owen's mouthtraced damp patterns over my shoulders as Aric bounced me on his cock, his hips rising to meet mine in the fall.

"Fuck, fuck, come on, princess, once more," Aric growled. "With me, Bryony."

Aric groaned, fingers squeezing on my hips to hold me still as he came. Owen tugged on my hair, and I came with a shudder and a moan as if they were wringing the orgasm out of me like I had nothing left to give.

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