Page 33 of A Dance of Shadows

With those words, a gust of wind billows my skirts and caresses me from calf to thigh. As the current strokes over my sex with a flare of pleasure, a gasp spills from my lips. Then the breeze yanks my drawers right down.

Bastien strokes my bare hip and nips my earlobe. “You can take two of us again, can’t you, Star?”

A thrill quivers right down the middle of me to the place where I’m aching most, but only in the best of ways. “I’d take three if I could.”

“We’ll have that again, oh ambitious one.” Raul claims another kiss before fishing for something in his pocket. “I think Bastien had better take second position, since we don’t have time to stretch you to accommodate me.”

As Raul passes the other man a vial, Bastien turns me to completely face his foster brother. He delves his fingers between my legs and hums approvingly. “You’d better take her quick. She’s already weeping for it.”

“We certainly can’t leave our empress wanting.”

Raul grazes his teeth along my jaw and loosens his trousers. Bastien works over my clit until I’m whimpering. Every stroke of his fingers sets off new flares of pleasure.

He hikes my skirt even higher with his other hand and a tantalizing gust of wind—and Raul lifts me right off my feet.

The massive man braces me against him, his breath searing the side of my face as he positions my legs around his hips. His equally massive cock juts against my sex.

As he rubs the head of that rigid length against my folds, I have to clamp my lips against a needy cry. At my shiver of bliss, Raul gives a soft groan. “Where do I belong right now, Shepherdess?”

My answer comes out shaky with desire. “Inside me.”

With an approving grunt, he slides into me, fitting us together as if we’re one being. The muscles in his shoulders flex beneath my clutching hands, but his grip doesn’t so much as wobble.

I’m not a tiny woman, but I feel light as a feather in his embrace.

The blissful stretch of his cock radiates through my body. I tip my head toward his neck, and he rocks into me with the movement of the boat. Even more pleasure rushes through my veins.

But as possessive as he can be, Raul isn’t a selfish lover. He steadies me again, pushing so deep inside I gasp, and waits for Bastien to join us.

Fingers slick with oil from Raul’s vial trace my back entrance. As Bastien dips one finger and another right inside me, I muffle a moan against Raul’s shoulder.

With a rustle of his pants, Bastien frees his own cock. “We’ll never let you down,” he murmurs as he lines up behind me. “As long as we’re with you, we’ll always be raising you up to the heights you’re owed.”

I can’t think of any heights more satisfying than the spike of delight as he eases into me. I’m encompassed by the two men, filled so utterly it takes my breath away. Every nerve tingles with the thrill of it.

And they’re hardly finished with me yet.

With both pairs of hands grasping my hips and thighs, they slide in and out of me. It doesn’t take long for them to match their rhythms and pick up their pace.

Raul drives into my sex, hitting the most potent spot inside, while Bastien thrusts against a giddying place that makes me quiver with delight. I can’t speak anymore, can only manage an incoherent mewling that both men answer with groans.

Bastien’s breath starts to rasp with a hint of strain, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on me or slacken his pace. I set one hand over his, squeezing it while I clutch the back of Raul’s neck even tighter.

The surge of pleasure swells hotter, headier, until I’m barely aware of the room around us, of anything except our fractured breaths. My fingers dig into Raul’s skin, and he plunges into me even harder.

That’s all it takes. I break apart with a cry I can’t quite stifle. My body shudders between the two men. With a strangled sound, Raul’s hips jerk toward his own release.

Bastien loops one arm right around me and spills himself in turn.

He burrows his face in my hair as his ragged breaths even out. Raul lowers me to the ground, and I turn so I can tug both men against me on either side.

“Thank you. I don’t think I realized how much I needed that.”

Raul’s cocky grin comes back. “There’s no one I’d rather serve than you.” He pauses. “Have you still been able to put off the imperial prick? With the way he hovers over you these days…”

My own smile goes a bit stiff. “I have my means. But I’ve been encouraging the hovering. I think the best way through our current problem is if we can have one ‘prick’ tackle the other… And that requires suitable motivation.”

Both princes take in my expression. The somber cast to Bastien’s eyes tells me he understands exactly what I mean.

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