Page 159 of A Bond in Blood

I reached up, running my palm over the king’s shoulder while Olen continued his teasing.

Ulrich grasped my hand, holding it tightly, saying not one word.

“Oh,” I cried when Olen bit down on my nipple and pulled softly.

“Do not call for your Gods, tonight,” Ulrich whispered into my ear while his hand rose and caressed my other breast. “They are banned from this sacred ceremony.”

“Fuck the Gods,” I moaned at his words.

“That’s it,” he laughed, placing a kiss behind my ear.

Olen laughed against my skin, and I lifted my head, watching him lower to his knees. I jolted when his breath hovered over me.

“Ulrich has had a taste,” Olen smiled at me. “I believe I get one too.”

“Oh my—”

My words were cut off when Ulrich’s finger went into my mouth, shocking me with the force of it.

“Ssh,” he whispered.

His hands cupped the back of my thighs, and he lifted me into the air, positioning me before Olen.

“Perfect,” Olen whispered as his mouth claimed me.

I threw my head against Ulrich’s neck, crying out while Olen’s tongue worked on me. His movements were different from Ulrich’s. Not better. But his own techniques, pulling that low pressure from within me. Rising my need for more to the surface.

Ulrich’s hands on my thighs gripped me tighter.

“Does his mouth feel good on your clit?” he muttered, biting my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Would you like to learn what his cock is like, Brenna?”

I was lost in ecstasy, unable to find a way to respond to his brazen words.

Olen’s mouth sucked on me while his tongue moved up and down. I jolted when his fingers entered me, moving slowly, not giving me enough of what my body desired.

“Ask for it,” Ulrich whispered. “Beg for it.”

My hands shook, but I could not force the words out.

“Beg for it, Brenna,” Ulrich repeated. “You are in control.”

That damned word. He used it with precision.

“I want it.” I groaned. “Gods, please I want it.”

Olen stood claiming my mouth against his. The taste of me on his tongue was intoxicating. He pulled away, smiling at me while his fingers moved back to me, entering me slowly.

Ulrich held me closer, his hands gripping my thighs and I was sure he was going to carry me to the bed when suddenly he and Olen were kissing.

I jumped in his hands, staring in shock.

When they pulled away, Olen grinned at me. “You mixed with him is the best taste I’ve come across.”

“Fucking Gods,” I breathed out.

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