Page 158 of A Bond in Blood

“Both of you,” I whispered.

“Like before?” Olen muttered into my ear, stroking a hand across the neckline of my soul-colored gown.

I kept my eyes on Ulrich, biting my lip.

He grinned. “She’s too shy to ask.”

Olen laughed while he pressed himself into my backside. A moan left my lips from the heat of his erection pushing against the fabric of my gown.

“We will be gentle,” Olen whispered.

“She prefers rough,” Ulrich replied.

My irritation rose at the knowing in his words, but he shook his head.

“Don’t deny it. You and I both know the truth.”

Ulrich ran his hand over my jaw, brushing his finger across my lips. “Tell us what you want.”

I couldn’t utter the words. Not out loud with them both listening intently. I glanced at Olen then pulled away, reaching on my toes to whisper in Ulrich’s ear.

The king’s eyes went wide with a feral heat. He smiled before turning on his heel and leaving me and Olen standing together while he crossed the room.

“Where is he going?” Olen asked.

I kept my eyes on the king, watching him pull the plush chair by the window back to the bed. When he was before us again, Olen’s hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me against him once more.

“He likes to watch,” I whispered.

“Thank the Gods for you, princess,” Olen whispered, kissing my neck.

Ulrich motioned to the bed, a quiet order for me and Olen to follow. They both went to sit, but I held up my hands.

“I am still clothed.”

The words unlocked both of their restraints.

Four hands gripped my body. Two at my chest and two around my waist, pulling at my clothing. Their lips kissed my neck while they tugged at my gown. Ripping it from my body.

“That was expensive,” Ulrich hissed when Olen threw the scraps to the ground.

Olen laughed. “I think Brenna can forgive us for ruining her birthday present.”

My chest went tight with the words, and I met both of their eyes. They stared back at me, heat burning in their gazes.

“This gift may be better,” I whispered.

Ulrich’s eyes grew wide, and he moved them down my body, taking all of me in.

“Fuck,” Ulrich muttered. “I will never tire of that sight.”

Olen was on me first, his lips claiming my own while his hands rose. His fingers pulled at the ribbons of my mask, loosening it from its tight fit against my face. Slowly, he pulled it away from me, tossing it to the ground.

My legs began to tremble as his fingers moved to my hair, pulling the pins and releasing the locks to allow them to brush my back. He moved to my neck, brushing my collarbone until his hands were both cupping a breast.

“Gods,” he groaned, leaning down and taking one into his mouth.

My moan was quiet, a whimper of pleasure and my head went back, landing on Ulrich’s chest as he approached me from behind.

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