Page 113 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
The silken caress of his tongue tangling with mine sent a harsh shot of arousal straight to my nipples. They hardened into painfully tight peaks, squeezing a low, burning ache that radiated pulses of electricity out of my core.
I was wearing a modest indigo silk chemise that went all the way to the floor with thin, lacy straps, baring most of the skin from my breastbone and up. Lucais’s hands slid up to grip my face as he deepened the kiss, and the collision of his skin against mine sent a second jolt of liquid heat through both of us.
He pressed into me, the warmth from his chest searing through the fabric of my gown, and a light ache coiled in my nipples, my breasts feeling heavy and full, the burn of need simmering beneath my skin all too much.
A small sound vibrated in the back of my throat as Lucais angled his head for better access to my mouth, and we both staggered a step to the side, lost in the sensation of trying to crawl inside of each other. Hands still firmly secured on the sides of my face, he walked me backwards in a rush to find stability, and we hit the nearest bedpost with a bump.
I felt a spike of arousal flood the space between my legs and begin to drip down my thighs, the ball of nerves between them tingling with a static warmth. The tension expanded from my core until it was at my waist and behind my hips, and the muscles in my legs were clenching.
Lucais’s hands were trembling ever so slightly as he slid them down the sides of my neck and curled them around the thin lace straps on my shoulders. Panting wildly, he broke the kiss long enough to open his eyes into mine, searching for something that I assumed was reassurance or permission to pull the straps off me. My gaze darted to Wrenlock, who remained seated on the chest beside us, his eyes alight with desire and a hand draped across his mouth, one finger clamped between his teeth.
When he met my eyes, Wrenlock dropped his hand and rose to stand. The two men shared a glance, wordlessly reaching an agreement on something that had me wondering if it was actually their first time, and I found myself trying not to breathe too loudly as they moved to either side of me and each grasped one of my straps.
I was going to die. I was going to die because they were going to kill me, and they weren’t even trying to commit a felony.
Slowly, they pulled the lace from my shoulders, and the ache in my breasts intensified as the fabric slipped over them in what felt like slow motion before it abandoned my body and pooled onto the ground around my feet.
Lucais inhaled deeply. It wasn’t his first time glimpsing me without clothing on, but still, he breathed out a low, “Fuck.”
I pressed the back of my skull against the wooden bedpost and closed my eyes, choking down air with as much finesse as I could manage, given the fact that I could feel their breaths caressing my skin as they bent their heads to my chest.
My eyes fluttered open, and with a sharp mental curse, they immediately clamped shut again. I was at risk of spontaneous combustion either way, but I couldn’t bear to meet their gentle eyes as they ravished me with them.
The heat of their gazes was already more than enough on its own. I’d been admired before, and complimented by the few people I’d been intimate with, but never like that. Never by someone who looked like they’d kill to keep me—whohadkilled to keep me—and never more than one person at the same time. The sensation of being adored by both of them at once was thick and intense, a form of pleasurable mental strangulation through which I needed to keep my lungs breathing deeply and evenly, or else I would actually pass out.
Wrenlock kissed the side of my breast first, leaning with one hand on the bedpost above my head, while Lucais’s lips coasted across the soft skin of my stomach as he lowered himself onto his knees before me.
I writhed against the bedpost, desperate for the missing friction that my fallen gown had provided, and felt a set of sharp teeth close around one of my nipples in reply. The other side was quickly subjected to the same excruciatingly torturous pleasure, and when their tongues came out to sweep over the sharpness of their bites, I moaned so loudly that I was instantly embarrassed.The whole palace could probably hear us. Although, there were so few occupants, it surely sounded worse in my mind than what it really was.
With my eyes firmly shut, I let my head loll back against the bedpost, locking my knees to keep myself standing upright as they worked a series of sharper, quieter moans out of my mouth.
They sucked and pulled and bit me, dragging my nipples with their tongues and teeth, both of my breasts screaming with ecstatic pleasure as they were worked in unison. I felt the heat in my core tightening with every stroke and nip, with every slight bob of a head against my breasts, and with every last whispering sound that joined the three of us in the room. The tension pulsed in the semblance of a steady bass rhythm, and I let out a broken whimper when I realised they were bringing me to the edge of an orgasm with their mouths on my breasts alone.
Their hands hadn’t even touched me yet, the wetness between my thighs undiscovered.
In the white-hot, lust-filled haze of my mind, I barely knew what I was doing when I finally moved my arms from my sides and brought my hands up to twist into their hair. Lucais’s soft locks were against the crease of my arm as he knelt before me, and his moan sent a bolt of satisfaction coursing through me when I tugged softly on his roots. Wrenlock’s head was higher, his neck bent as he leaned on the bedpost with me, his hand cupping and squeezing my breast from underneath, and his teeth grazed my nipple as he sucked it into his mouth, pulling hard against gravity until it was bouncing gently between my body and his face.
Digging my fingers into their hair, I held their faces to me, riding the growing waves until the tension between my legs was blistering and on the verge of bursting, and that was when Wrenlock slipped his hand down between my thighs.
I was so wet that his fingers parted me with ease, and he pressed the pads of his fore and middle fingers against my clit with gentle pressure. Groaning, I rocked my hips against him, and then I felt another hand brush the side of my leg. Lucais’s hand caressed the sensitive skin on the backs of my knees, coasting up and down with a featherlight touch. His fingertips sparked shivers through my flesh that caught ablaze with Wrenlock’s ministrations as he rubbed slow, firm circles over my clit.
When Wrenlock’s mouth released my breast, Lucais’s other hand took its place, twisting my nipple in perfect synchronicity with his own mouth. I shattered into a million pieces as soon as Wrenlock placed a soft, teasing kiss in the detonation zone on the side of my neck, just below my ear, and chased it with a euphoric bite hard enough to leave a mark.
I felt a shudder ripple through Lucais as I cried out. My release rolled across my body, crashing into parts of me I had forgotten about—a balloon that had been filled by so many weeks of fighting and flirting, finally let go inside of a room of precious artefacts. My back arched as I moaned, and then I collapsed into the aftershocks, Wrenlock and Lucais supporting me against the bedpost with their arms until my legs stopped shaking.
Lucais trailed delicate kisses up the side of my leg, over my hip, and across my rib cage as he rose to stand. I couldn’t bear to look at him, but I forced myself to do it anyway. His eyes were filled with soft, warm emotions that reached out to greet me with open arms and wide smiles.
“That was…” I found myself unable to complete the sentence and find the right words. “Did it work?” I asked him instead, breathing unevenly.
A dark, carnal look gleamed in his eyes. “Oh, no, bookworm,” he purred, a wicked crease forming between hisbrows as he reached up to brush my hair back from my face and then leaned in to kiss the side of my jaw. “That wasn’t it.”
I’d finally regained the ability to regulate my breathing, but his words made it catch in my throat. Lucais’s face was the picture of sinful satisfaction as he observed the widening of my eyes, so I glanced at Wrenlock.
He placed a slow, sweet kiss against my temple and removed his hand from where it was still cupping me between my legs. His fingers glistened with my arousal, and my eyes turned into saucers as he lifted his fingers up towards his mouth.
Wrenlock had the audacity to wink at me as he said, “That was just us warming you up, baby.”
I watched, my lips parted around a silent gasp, as Lucais’s hand shot out to capture Wrenlock’s wrist, stopping him before his fingers reached his mouth. They exchanged a heated look as Lucais guided that hand in the opposite direction, their arms crossing over me. And then, right in front of my face, the High King of Faerie sucked the taste of my orgasm off Wrenlock’s fingers.
