Page 59 of Kept to Kill
‘Seen others do it,’ he murmured, pulling her towards him more forcefully and kissing her again.
‘Whenever you disappear, I find you two together,’ Bastian drawled from the door.
Lily’s eyes opened and she watched him, Mal’s lips leaving hers to kiss down her neck, making her groan. Her cheeks heated, her eyes following his as he came closer. For some reason she felt even more vulnerable than she had when he’d walked in on her and Mal the other day when she’d been tied to the bed.
‘Whenever we’re together, you appear,’ she parried and he gave a small laugh.
‘Perhaps I know instinctively when you’re having a good time without me,’ he replied, pulling Mal’s head back by his cropped black hair and kissing him as he’d been kissing Lily.
Mal gave a strangled sound and pulled away, his panicked eyes meeting Lily’s.
Bastian frowned and, all at once, his expression changed to one of chagrin and then to wonder. ‘There is more to you than meets the eye, Brother,’ he said softly. Then he kissed Lily and smiled at her obvious inexperience as well.
‘You two,’ he gently mocked with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes.
Mal was looking at Bastian strangely, fear in the depths of his eyes that he was trying to hide. Taking Mal’s hand, Lily interlaced her fingers with his in comfort. He looked mildly surprised at the gesture as he gazed down at their hands.
Then Bastian’s finger tipped Mal’s face up towards him as he stood over them still sitting on the bed. This time, he kissed him more gently, his hand caressing his stubbled cheek as he did so, calming him. By the time he pulled away, Lily could see that Mal’s eyes were heavy as he lazily looked Bastian over.
Mal gave Lily another quick kiss and deposited her on the bed gently before standing and prowling towards Bastian with purpose. Looking as if his prior uncertainty had melted away, he unbuttoned Bastian’s breeches, slipping his hand inside to touch him.
Now it was Bastian’s turn to look unsure as his eye met Lily’s over Mal’s shoulder. Mal looked up from his purpose, turned his head to gaze at her still sitting on the bed where he’d left her.
‘What about Lily?’ Bastian asked, still seeming to be a shadow of his typical confident self.
Mal smirked back at her. ‘She likes to watch.’
Lily found herself nodding her head, eyes widening at the prospect of what Mal and Bastian might do. She had enjoyed it the other night when Mal had … done what he’d done to Bastian while Bastian’s head had been buried between her thighs.
She liked to see that they were enjoying themselves with each other. She suspected that neither of them had felt much real happiness in their lives. Neither had she, in point of fact, but in the past few days, though she had been at times confused, they had both given her an intimacy and closeness that she’d not had with anyone. She cared about these men, she realized.
She watched as Mal eased Bastian’s trousers down and commanded him to strip. To Lily’s surprise, the bigger man did as he was told, his cock bouncing with every biting command that Mal uttered to him.
Lily gasped as Mal sank to his knees and licked the tip of Bastian’s staff, making Bastian moan. His eyes closed and his head fell back as his fingers intertwined in Mal’s hair, trying to direct his mouth to where Bastian wanted it. But Mal tutted and slapped his cock instead, making Bastian gasp just a little, though he tried to stifle it by biting his lip. Mal looked up knowingly and licked him again.
‘Lily,’ Bastian ground out, ‘what you said to me that day at the inn about what you used to do in your lonely tower at night …’ His eyes moved meaningfully over her body, still bared from her earlier wash. ‘Show me,’ he half begged, half ordered.
‘But … what about Quin?’ she asked, not wanting any of them to receive another punishment.
Bastian just rolled his eyes. ‘Let us worry about Quin.’
She bit her lip and, wondering what she was doing – because she couldn’t believe she was going to do this in front of them, notwithstanding her bold talk that night with him – she opened her legs so he could see her pink center.
With deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving his, she ran her fingers over the folds of her core lightly, the sensation making her shiver. How many nights had she lain in her tower bed alone, yearning for something she couldn’t name, a connection to another that she couldn’t begin to understand, let alone describe? Had she found it, she wondered? Just because she could touch them and vice versa, did that mean she was destined for these men, even Quin? Or was it simply because they needed her to help them, and this – whatever this was – was just a benefit that meant nothing?
She widened her legs and caught Mal’s eye. He’d turned them to the side so that he too could watch what she was doing as his head bobbed up and down in front of Bastian.
Emboldened, she shoved all thoughts of doubt from her mind and opened herself with the fingers of one hand, her other moving down slowly to circle the aching part of her that didn’t want to be touched, not yet. She teased herself, watching the men as they watched her, Mal not wavering in his worship of Bastian’s cock. And it was worship. The expression on his face was serene, calm, and with just a hint of determination.
Bastian’s fingers were intertwined in Mal’s hair, stroking the strands, playing with them. No longer did he try to control Mal’s direction but let the other man do as he willed. His breath was quick and shallow, his eyes locked on Lily’s core.
Her fingers began to rub, just touching that still too-sensitive part, and she shuddered, easing a finger inside herself and then two, moving them in and out at her own pace. She heard both men groan and a small smile settled on her lips for a moment, knowing they were observing her, needing her to continue. Despite the strength of her curse, this type of power was much more heady, she realized. She’d never felt so strong as she did in this moment.
Her fingers quickened and she moaned as she felt her body tightening. She looked up to find both men watching her, Mal’s mouth matching her pace so exactly that she shivered as she imagined what Bastian was thinking.
He threw his head back and roared his release, the sight of his pleasure and of Mal swallowing his seed thirstily sending her over the edge herself. She let out a cry as her muscles tightened and waves of pleasure washed over her abruptly, making her shake and wriggle. Her fingers left her and she fell back on the bed, panting and still, and feeling even more sated than she had in her tower after she’d done this simply because they were here to share that pleasure with her.
But not Mal. She frowned and made herself sit up. Bastian was pulling up his breeches and Mal was getting to his feet slowly.
