Page 51 of Degradation

He stepped back and loosened my lacings. I saw the challenge in his gaze. He expected me to reject him, likely due to our previous discussion. But the truth was that I was hungry for him. For all of them. I simply didn’t know if it was true lust or the need to consume their desire to recover what energy I’d lost from healing Pogwid.

“You were right. I do still fear the judgment of others. But I also still fear my reasons for being with you, Edmund. I need what we do together to only be about loving one another.”

“You doubt us?” he asked. I could feel his growing anger and shook my head.

“No, Edmund. Not any of you. I doubt myself. When I’m with you, I feel your desire. It feeds my own, and I crave it so much that all thoughts of shame vanish completely. What I did with Daemon and Darian? I fear it wasn’t out of love but out of hunger for the desire I consumed from them.”

I could feel his confusion.

“She consumes the energy from the emotions we feel,” Garron said, entering the room. “It’s not the same as life energy. Pogwid tried the same, and she couldn’t do it. It’s something unique to our Snow.”

Edmund shrugged. “I see no problem with how you replenish yourself. In fact, I think I like it more than any other method. It hurts nothing, and we already know you love us. If you’re hungry, isn’t it our obligation to provide for you?”

Garron’s fingers finished loosening my lacings. "Whether you hunger for food or energy, it makes no difference to us. You have a need, and we want to meet it.”

“Please allow us to meet it,” Edmund said.

Growing more breathless by the second, I nodded.

He kissed me soundly then turned me in his arms so I faced Garron.

“Keep her entertained while I bathe quickly,” he said.

Garron’s face flushed. His hesitant, bashful nod soothed my nerves. Taking the lead, I looped my arms around his shoulders and stood on my toes.

“Kiss me, Garron,” I whispered against his lips.

His desire for me exploded a moment before his mouth claimed mine in a ravenous kiss that curled my toes. His hands smoothed down my sides and gripped my backside as he lifted me off my feet. The few steps it took to reach the bed were too many, and I made a sound of protest when he broke away from the kiss to strip me from my gown.

My protests died when he hungrily trailed kisses down my neck to my breasts. I threaded my fingers in his hair and met Edmund’s gaze over his head. Edmund’s desire equaled his brother’s even without touching me, proving Brandle’s words.

He washed unhurriedly as Garron moved to my other breast then trailed lower. I didn’t need any further encouragement to lie back and open myself to Garron’s affection. The first touch of his tongue drew my hips from the bed. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to simply feel.

Pleasure pooled in my middle, growing as it gathered. When Garron’s fingers slipped inside of me, I groaned and gripped his head.

“Show us you love us,” Edmund said. “Scream your joy without shame.”

I did. My cry of pleasure echoed off my bedroom walls. Garron’s mouth and fingers left me as I still spasmed, only to be replaced by his girth a moment later. We both groaned at his slow entry. He filled me completely and stretched me to the brink.

Breathing deeply, I shifted my hips, trying to adjust as he withdrew. His desire wrapped around me, blending with Edmund’s lust. Further away, I felt Eadric and Brandle’s needs too.

Hungry for it all, I called it to me.

Garron’s pace increased, and I felt the pleasure building again. His hand covered one of my breasts, kneading it, adding to the sensations. When he rolled the nipple between his fingers, I broke apart a second time, and he quickly followed.

I consumed their desire as I slowly calmed. The flood of it seemed endless.

Panting, Garron set his forehead to mine then peppered my face with tender kisses.

“Everything I am is yours,” he said. “Without question, I belong to you. Do you understand, Snow? For you, I will be anything you need.”

He kissed me gently and withdrew. A cloth replaced him, cleaning me as his loving gaze held mine. In a moment when I would have felt embarrassed, I disallowed it.

“And I’m yours,” I said softly. “However you need me.”

With one last kiss, he stood. But rather than leave, he gathered me in his arms and settled on the bed with me partially cuddled on his chest. Despite my continued consumption of their collective desire, I felt the love we shared, too.

Edmund’s breath on my backside startled me, and I glanced over my shoulder as he nipped my rounded flesh.

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