Page 21 of A Single Thread Of Hope

She snorted. “You can’t say that when my belly button sticks out so far, it may as well be a nose.”

I leaned down, kissing the aforementioned button. She gripped my hair lightly, making me moan softly. Everything was stretched tight like a drum, and along with massaging her feet, I made a note to rub some lotion into her stomach as well.

Teron made a tsking noise. “No sex.” He sounded no nonsense, but his eyes said something entirely different. They were full of longing, of desire for the woman in front of us. Maybe he needed a little push, a little demonstration to show him what he was missing, being so noble and professional.

Smirking at him, I shifted down the other end of the chaise lounge he was using as an examination table. “You say that like there aren’t a million other options.” I kissed her shapely calf muscle and felt her eyes on me, but she didn’t move to stop me. In fact, when I reached her knees, she let them fall apart, giving me a perfect view of her delicious body. I had to sit up like a meerkat looking over a molehill to see her face over her stomach, but when I met her eyes, they stole my oxygen. She was staring at me with so much desire, it threatened to burn me alive.

It spurred me on, sending pleasure down my body as I climbed higher. I dragged her shorts and underwear down her legs and tossed them over my shoulder, then got back to work as I sucked and licked at her thighs. Already, I could see her folds glistening, ready for me.

“Have you ever seen a more beautiful pussy, Teron?” I asked my brother, who was watching us with heat in his eyes, his tablet sitting forgotten in his hands. “So wet and ready to melt on my tongue.” To punctuate my words, I licked up her slit in one long stroke, and she groaned, writhing around, trying to get closer. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp.

“So perfect,” Teron grunted, and I could see the hard bulge of his dick in my peripheral vision.

I feasted, reaching up one hand to stroke at her breasts, pinching a nipple and making her buck hard against my body. She was so beautifully receptive, and I would happily do this every day for the rest of my immortal life, because this would never get old. Oh sure, maybe she could ride my face. Or maybe she could suck one of the others’ cocks while we did it. The possibilities were endless. But I was addicted to the taste of this woman.

Send me to the Underworld with a messy mouth and her cries of pleasure in my ears.

I mean, the no-penetration thing made it difficult, especially when I wanted nothing more than to plunge my tongue deep inside her and lick her juices from the source, but I resisted. Instead, I worked her clit like it was my own personal pleasure button.

She was hissing like a wildcat all too soon, and as she came all over my face, I let my sigh of happiness cool against her folds. I wasn’t done, though, not yet. I looked at Teron, who looked like he was in pain, his eyes almost glowing from watching his mate come. He was massaging his cock on the outside of his pants, and I knew it must be doing something for Wren, because her pretty core was fluttering hungrily.

“Do you want to watch our doctor fuck his hand, wishing he was me right now, Little Dumpling?”

She sucked in a breath, and when she released it, it manifested as one delicious word. “Yes.”

I looked over tauntingly at Teron, daring him to play. He was many things—cool and calm, but also competitive as hell. There was no way he’d turn down the challenge in my eyes.

His hand went to the button of his pants, flicking it open easily. It had been a long time since I’d seen Teron naked. He didn’t play the way Erus and I did, and it had been an age since we’d all participated in group sex. Nearly a thousand years, if not more.

However, one thing hadn’t changed. He was a beautiful man, all deep golden skin and rippling muscles. I knew exactly why my Wren was looking at him hungrily.

He pulled his dick from his pants, and she moaned softly, which I took as my cue to get back to work. I mean, they say if you did what you love, you’d never work a day in your life, and I intended to become Chief Head of … well, Head. Chairman of Cunnilingus.

Sucking her clit between my lips, her thighs straining against my head, I reached out one hand to grip her ankle, holding her still as I dragged my mouth away. “Tell him what you want, Wren.” Then I left them to it as I went back to swirling my tongue, tracing the words toThe Iliadon her clit.

“I want you to stroke yourself,” she gasped, and when he did, I swear her clit pulsed.

Good.

He had an intense look on his face, and I wondered if the Gryphon was also participating in our little voyeurism session, because she went from wet to gushing way too fast. I lapped and sucked, chasing her orgasms until Teron’s groan told me he was finishing. Wren reached down and gripped my hair tightly to tug me away.

I moaned, but I wouldn’t touch my dick. Not yet. I wanted Erus to taste her on me and then fuck me senseless.

“Enough,” she gasped out, and I smiled smugly against her.

Oh yeah. Guess who’s gonna get a Christmas bonus for a job well done this year?

Chapter 12

ERUS

Given the Morrigan and the leader of thebean-sidhewere in town, I shouldn’t have been surprised by the knock at the front door, and was even less surprised to see the Valkyries had returned. I was slightly concerned by the amount of luggage they seemed to have brought with them, though.

“Erastus! We’ve returned to continue our sacred duty.”

Without their armor, and with their wings on display, they looked like tourists on the island for a girls’ trip. It was disconcerting, given that I’d seen Hildr with monster insides splattered across her body and a smile on her face.

Stepping aside, I ushered them in, though I didn’t even attempt to take their bags. I liked my hands attached to my arms. “Your sacred duty?”

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