Page 52 of Degradation

“Up on your knees for me, Trouble,” he said. “It’s my turn to make you scream.”

Despite having found my release twice and feeling tired, my heart skipped a beat at what he was asking of me.

CHAPTERTEN

Garron brushedthe loose hair off my face as Edmund lifted my hips. With my hands on Garron’s chest, I braced myself on my knees. Edmund’s palm stroked over my backside and then he slowly slid a finger into my wetness. Heat flooded my face as I stared at Garron. He smiled slightly, and I felt his abated desire grow again.

“Are you still hungry?” he asked.

I nodded jerkily, and he leaned up to kiss me.

“Then take what you need.”

I opened myself to them and felt their need for me to lose myself completely. Giving myself over to them, I did just that. Darian and Daemon arrived home in time to hear my final release, and I consumed their desire as I collapsed on Garron.

“You are so beautiful,” he said in soft praise as Edmund gently cleaned me with a cloth. “I can understand Edmund’s impatience to have you again, but I caution you to set some boundaries, or you will never leave your bed.”

Edmund hummed his agreement. “On your back. On your knees. Riding one of us.”

Their desire swelled at his descriptions, and I welcomed the endless lust.

“At some point, our poor Sparrow is going to need real food,” Eadric said from the doorway.

“Too tired to walk,” I said against Garron’s chest. “Carry me.”

Eadric made a giddy sound, and I found myself swept off of Garron and into Eadric’s arms.

“I’ve always wanted to feed you like this,” he said. “Who will be your chair, I wonder.”

“Liam,” I said, knowing he hadn’t yet returned.

Eadric cuddled me in his place until some of the feeling returned to my limbs, and I was able to lift my head. The sun was close to setting outside.

“I’ll need to dress soon,” I said.

“Why?” Daemon asked, sounding affronted.

“Any passerby will be able to see me once the house is lit from inside.”

“Then make some curtains,” Eadric said simply.

“I would much rather have curtains than see you clothed,” Darian said in agreement. “Ah, and there’s the brother we need to see. Brandle told us you have a spell for us. Let’s have it then.”

Ignoring their lightheartedness over what I still considered a serious matter, I looked at Brandle.

“Where is Liam? Should he be this late?”

“He should be home soon.”

“From where?” I pressed.

“He’s meeting with some potential friends.”

“Potential? You left him alone with people whose loyalty you are not certain about?” I tried to sit up, but Eadric’s hold kept me firmly planted against his chest as his palm stroked down my spine to circle one hip slowly.

“He’s safe, Kitten. I wouldn’t leave him if I weren’t certain of that. He’s with friends.”

“You just said ‘potential’ friends.”

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