Page 134 of A Bond in Blood

“You are in charge,” the king reminded me.

I nodded.

“Release,” I begged. “Please.”

Ulrich’s mouth claimed me, sucking on my clit with force and I yelled out my screams. The lights in the room went dark. The curtains pulled shut, blocking out the moon. It was pitch black and the sound of Ulrich’s mask hitting the floor was as much ecstasy as the way his tongue moved against me.

My head went back against Olen again and his hands moved to my breasts. Circling my nipples and flesh while Ulrich’s mouth sucked on me. Their separate movements were somehow in sync, causing my knees to tremble against Olen.

“More,” I groaned. “Please, more.”

“Such manners,” Ulrich whispered while he pulled away and kissed my thigh.

My scream echoed across the room when his fingers entered me, curling upward.

Olen’s fingers returned to my clit, resuming his maddening circles from before.

“Let go,” he whispered into my ear. “Let go, princess.”

I tightened around Ulrich’s fingers while he moved faster, curling upward each time he pulled them out. Bringing noises from my lips I had never made before.

I pressed my back into Olen’s chest while my muscles went tight. The pressure was building so much more quickly than I had anticipated.

My head tilted back but a hand grasped my neck, and my cheek brushed against a rough beard.

“Let go,” Ulrich whispered.

My hand shot out, grasping his shirt and pulling his chest against me.

His and Olen’s fingers moved faster, and I held the king in my grip.

“Let go,” Ulrich repeated.

“I cannot,” I whispered.

“Yes, Brenna, yes you can.”

The command and knowing in his words sent me over the edge. Hitting my heart and soul in just the right way and my limbs went rigid with my orgasm.

Both men let out intoxicating groans while I convulsed on Olen’s lap. Whimpering with my release and pulling at Ulrich’s shirt with all of my might.

Neither of them stopped. Even when I begged. Even when I promised I was done.

They were determined to send me over the edge again, and they succeeded.

The next orgasm was as intense, fogging my mind with bliss and peace.

I couldn’t move when they finally stopped, allowing my body relief after forcing yet another orgasm from me. When Olen picked me up I realized his shirt was drenched in sweat from my back.

“Sleep,” Olen ordered.

“But what about you both?” I protested with little energy.

Ulrich’s arms were pulling me to the bed, right against his chest while Olen climbed in beside me.

“You were in charge tonight,” Ulrich spoke softly. “And it is time for sleep.”

I couldn’t fight his logic as my eyes grew heavy and Olen’s muscled arm draped over my waist.

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