Page 33 of Valkyrie Restored

As I approached Hurrit, he remained still… unnaturally so. There was no flick of his tail, no flare of his nostrils, nor a blink of his eyes. He was the perfect statue.

“You’re soft like Arran.” I slid my hands over him. “Like velvet.”

“Glad you think so.” Hurrit stood before me. My hands pressed against his chest. “It doesn’t scare you? To know that we change forms, that we’re not human.”

I stared into the deep, black pools of his eyes. They should have been scary, devoid of emotion, of light, but instead they held the world in them. I could sink into them and feel surrounded, comforted, safe. “It doesn’t bother me,” I said, meaning it. “I have lots of questions, but you don’t scare me. Neither of you scare me. This”—I motioned around us—“doesn’t scare me.”

“Good.” He lifted me against his body as his mouth covered mine. All the pent-up sexual tension from the past couple of weeks exploded in that second. If there had been trees around, we would have set them on fire even though they would have been surrounded by snow. Or maybe it was just me. I was the one on fire. Heat bloomed in me, making me want to strip down, to get skin-to-skin contact with him. Only he and Arran could smother my fire.

But at the same time, I couldn’t wait for the length of time it would take to peel off my clothes. I didn’t want to move away. I didn’t want him to move. I wanted to stay, kissing him, letting him own my mouth, my body, my soul.

Yet I wanted Arran, too. I wanted him with every fiber of my being. I needed him to touch me, to run his hands, his lips, his tongue over me. Without him, I was missing something, missing a part of me.

I needed them both… now.

Before I could call out for him to join us, Hurrit nipped my bottom lip, sliding his tongue into my mouth, drawing a muffled moan from me. I shoved my hands into his hair, gripping his head, keeping his mouth on mine. I didn’t want to lose this connection being reformed between us.

A warm body surrounded my back, pressing me tighter into Hurrit. And when Arran’s lips landed on my neck with his tongue flicking out to trace the line of muscle up to the back of my ear, the roaring heat in my body became a raging inferno. One that I doubted could ever be extinguished.

I wiggled my hips. Twin growls met my ears. I smiled. The fact that I could bring about reactions like that from these powerful men, in turn made me feel powerful. Two sets of hands grabbed my hips, holding me still.

“Naughty lass.” Arran nibbled on my earlobe, making my body squirm against the hands restraining me.

Hurrit slid his hands down my legs, unclasping them from his waist. Without any fanfare, I was flipped around, chest pressed up against Arran. His mouth trailed over my skin, climbing my neck until it met mine, kissing me with the dominance I was used to from him. But this time it was more, tinged with an act of humility, of worship, a giving of himself. And I drank it up. They’d shared something personal about themselves, letting me deeper into their soul and I felt greedy. I wanted it all.

Arran kept me distracted as we raced back to their house. He used one hand to knead my ass while he slid his other one under my clothes until it was pressed against my skin. I melted into him, needing more skin-on-skin contact. I broke our kiss, pulling away enough to rip off my jacket, letting it drop to the floor of the mudroom.

Unable to stay away, I leaned in for another quick kiss before my face was turned to meet Hurrit’s. Back and forth they swapped me, but each time they kissed each other, I used the opportunity to shed myself of more above the waist clothing and to toe off my boots.

The next second I flew through the air, landed on the bed, and bounced as Arran and Hurrit crawled onto the bed on either side of me.

“She’s still overdressed, don’t you think?” Not giving Hurrit a chance to answer, Arran tugged Hurrit’s face over my body until they kissed over me. I whimpered. Watching them kiss never failed to turn me on and now, when I was already a raging inferno… one touch would send me over the orgasmic cliff. I snaked my hand down my body, giving my peaked nipple a flick as I passed by, until I reached the waistband of my pants. A hand grabbed mine, stopping it. “Don’t think so, lass. That’s our job.”

With deliberate slowness, they worked together to strip me off my pants. Needing more, I squirmed in the bed, trying to speed them up. But my plan failed. One hand from each of them pressed down on each hip while my pants kept my legs captive, holding me still as my tormentors gave me a mischievous look before they began kissing again.

“Fuuuck. Please touch me.” Each word forced out as I panted and attempted to buck my hips.

“Like this?” Hurrit dragged a finger up the outer side of my bare thigh from the waistband near my knees to my hip.

I pouted drawing an evil chuckle my men. Where had their sense of urgency gone? Hadn’t they felt that same undying need, the one that felt like we were overstretched elastic bands, released, and hurting towards one another?

“Or did you mean this, lass?” Arran used his fingernail to draw a line up my inner thigh, stopping so close to where I needed him that with each breath, I could feel the lightest brush of his finger on my lower lips.

“Pleeeaaaase,” I begged. Sweat beaded on my skin from my unfulfilled need.

And then one of them shoved two fingers inside me while the other one pinched my clit. The world around me detonated. Or maybe it was me. All I knew was that I saw mini explosions before the world went black. Yet I knew I hadn’t died. I couldn’t have. Not when the need I felt earlier paled in comparison to what I felt for them now.

The moment my vision came back, I grabbed them, wrapping my hands around the backs of their necks and pulling them to me. Even though I continued to pant, trying to retore the oxygen levels needed for life back to my body, I spoke, “Fuck me. Both of you. At once. Make us one. All three of us.”

“Are you ready for that, lass? You want both our cocks?”

“Yes. Please don’t pull back. Don’t make me beg.”

Hurrit circled my nipple with his index finger. “And how do you want our cocks? One in your mouth and one in your pussy? Or do you want us to fuck you together, rubbing our cocks inside you as we get each other off?”

The pictures he painted made it impossible to speak. I wanted everything that he said and even more that he hadn’t. To join us together, to make us one, that was all I wanted. And even though I’d already had one mind blowing orgasm, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

I kissed one and then the other. With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I flipped Hurrit onto his back, rolling myself on top of him. I sat up, straddling his upper thighs.

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