Page 105 of A Pact of Blood

The prince of Lavira has done his job well. Lorenzo slides into my oil-coated entrance one inch at a time, filling me with a tingling pressure that’s only got the slightest edge of a burn. A burn that makes the bliss of it that much sweeter.

His breath stutters, and he dips down to press a few kisses along my spine.“You feel so good, Rell. It’s an honor to be this close to you.”

The ache of need has flared from my core again. I’m dying to rock between these two men, but it’s not quite enough.

I glance around to seek out Raul’s gaze. My tongue darts out to lick my lips in a gesture that feels shockingly provocative a moment after I’ve done it. “I was promised all three of you.”

His grin returns, so heated it could melt me. “What our woman wants, she shall receive.”

He strips off the rest of his clothes in a matter of seconds and kneels near my head.

I ease up and down both of the cocks inside me at the same time, reveling in the rush of combined pleasure. Lorenzo traces his fingers along my side encouragingly, and Bastien swivels his thumb over the tip of my breast to add to the giddy sensations. “Go on and take Raul too.”

I turn my head and flick my tongue over the head of Raul’s cock. He groans, pumping it at the base where his flesh only holds the faintest of curves after his sacrifice. “Never met a woman who could come close to you. You’ll be my shepherdess as long as I live.”

I reward him for his loyalty by sliding my lips right around his erection.

His salty, musky flavor floods my mouth. A shudder of pure delight wracks my body.

I’m really doing this. I’m fucking all three of these glorious men in tandem.

My tenuous hold on my urges snaps. I buck between my princes, seeking out every pang of bliss they can send through my body. Soaking up the strokes of their hands, the thrust of their shafts, and the worshipful words murmured between increasingly fragmented breaths.

It feels so right, it’s hard to believe I can’t remain here always. That I have to pretend to belong someplace else for gods know how much longer.

I’m so primed for the act that it doesn’t take much time. As I sway between my men, their thrusts turn jerkier and faster.

My pleasure roars through my veins like a tidal wave. I buck and whimper, chasing it up, up, up?—

My climax crashes over me, sparking through every inch of my body. A sharper cry breaks from my throat.

Bastien lets out a strangled grunt and comes with me in a hot gush. Moments later, Lorenzo pants against my back and quivers with his own release.

I suck down Raul as hard as I can, determined to draw him over the edge with the rest of us. His grip on my hair tightens as he bucks against my mouth. “Lamb, I’m going to?—”

I don’t need the warning. I swivel my tongue around his shaft, and it erupts with a musky spurt I swallow without hesitation.

“Fuck,” Bastien mutters, as if he can’t quite believe the act he orchestrated.

A joyful laugh spills out of me. I duck down to kiss him hard, and he receives my mouth heedless of the taste of my other lover that must linger there.

Lorenzo withdraws and tugs me over into his embrace as if staking a claim. I sag into the bed between the three men with a sigh that’s nothing but contented. The desperate burn of desire inside me is finally quelled.

I’m sated enough that I start to drift to sleep nestled in their warmth. Bastien trails his fingers over my hair, but he’s never been one to totally forego caution. “How soon do you need to return?”

There’s a reluctant note in his voice. He doesn’t want me to leave any more than I want to go. But every minute I delay is a greater risk that my disappearance will be discovered.

Grimacing, I push myself upright. “I suppose I should go now. But we’ll meet up at least once more. We should give this month every possible chance to get the timing right.”

Lorenzo steals another kiss.“You know we’ll be here for you however you need us.”

Raul grins. “And this kind of ‘help’ is hardly a chore.”

We scramble into our clothes, Lorenzo lacing my dress in a few swift motions. He stands near the door, his deep brown face settling into its mask of concentration.

At his nod to confirm he’s constructed the illusion to hide us, we slip through the halls and back across the garden. By the wall, I soar over on a final waft of Bastien’s directed wind.

In the smaller private garden on the other side, I simply stand for a minute among the sculpted trees to gather myself. After several steadying breaths, I set off toward the path.

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