Page 114 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
thirty-seven
Switch Places With Me
Heat scorched my skin as Lucais dragged his knuckles up and down my arm while we watched Wrenlock undress. The shirt came over the top of his head first, landing on the floor like a silent splash of ink, and then he began to work his belt free. When his pants dropped with a soft clang of the metal clip against the stone, my mouth ran dry.
We were really doing it.
Lucais’s golden eyes sought out mine. “Would you like to do the honours?”
With a gulp, I looked between the High King’s face and the buckle on his pants. My hands were shaking as I reached for him. It took a lot of effort to keep them steady enough to work everything loose, and once I had, he bent down and slowly lowered them to the floor, keeping his molten gold eyes trained on mine the entire time. I swallowed again.
Wrenlock came to stand behind me, the press of his naked flesh into mine sending a ripple of shivers across my body. He kissed my neck while I watched Lucais straighten up again, which forced me to take half a step back—about as far as I couldget before I stepped fully into the solid wall of Wrenlock’s warm body and there was nowhere left for me to go. The High King washuge.
Is it a height thing?
I didn’t think so, but I was suddenly driven to find out what gave a man a right to be so…so…
Lucais wrapped one hand around himself almost self-consciously while I stood there and gaped at him like an idiot. Seeing it and feeling it through his pants simply hadn’t been enough warning. The clothes he wore didn’t do him any justice whatsoever compared to the bare image, and I was suddenly less aroused and more frightened.
Wrenlock, on the other hand, was a good size—a nice, steady length, a thickness that looked as though it could fill me to the point of instant gratification without renovating my insides—and I thought that was more than enough considering my experiences with human men. My modest subject pool consisted of one thing or the other—length or girth. There never seemed to be both, and there was certainly never an excess of both elements at the same time.
Even so, liquid heat pooled in my lower belly as I watched Lucais stroke his length up and down in spite of my hesitancy.
“Bookworm,” he whispered. “Breathe.”
I’d stopped and I hadn’t even realised. Wrenlock lifted his head from my neck and let out a loose chuckle when he clicked onto what was going on.
“I can’t fit that inside of me,” I lamented. Somebody needed to point it out. “I’m human.”
“So what if you’re human?”
“It…” My eyes flared. “It will rearrange my internal organs. I’ll end up in a hospital, which is—wait, do you evenhavehospitals in Faerie?”
“Auralie, I’m not going to hurt you—not if you aren’t going to enjoy it.” His eyes warmed as if to strengthen the sincerity of his vow, the gold deepening into amber, and a thrill ran through me despite myself. “I am not going to damage you in ways I cannot fix. I’m sure it’s impossible, in any case. Fated mates and all of that, if you recall?”
I sucked in a deep breath, filling my starving lungs, and then returned to sizing Lucais up. He made a valid point. When I angled my head to the side like I had been while Wrenlock was kissing me, Lucais’s cock looked like an impossible task, but with my head sitting straight on the top of my shoulders…
I bit my lower lip.Maybe.
“Do you want to try him first?” Wrenlock whispered in my ear, trailing his hands down my arms. It probably seemed that way when my eyes had been transfixed on Lucais ever since he’d taken off his clothes, but the debate in my mind was ongoing. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
Lucais softly kicked the trunk at the foot of the bed out of the way—kicked it like it was a balloon and not an extremely heavy wooden storage container—and sat down on the end of the bed. Legs bent with his feet flat on the ground, he presented me with a perfectly enticing invitation to sit on his lap, sidling up to the thick erection resting against his stomach.
He watched me, expression heated, as I pushed my shoulders back and stepped over to him.
Holding his hands out, Lucais let me step willingly into his embrace before he wrapped them around my hips and pulled me close. He was warm and soft as I climbed onto his lap until I was straddling him. A hum vibrated beneath my skin at the contact, inimitable energy zinging between us, and I felt my core tighten with a sharp stab of expectant pleasure.
Wrenlock spat into his palm and reached that hand between us, coating my already slick entrance with his saliva. Then, heplaced his hands on my shoulders, gently kneading the tension out of them as I locked eyes with Lucais and we exchanged a small nod.
I rose on my knees as high as I could while he gripped the base of his cock to position himself underneath me, but I fell short. My legs weren’t long enough, and his length was an inch or so too much. We both hesitated, taken aback by the immediate technical problems we were facing until Wrenlock slid his hands beneath my arms and lifted me in the air high enough for Lucais to get himself into position.
My fingernails dug into his shoulders as I stared down at the space between us, totally consumed by thoughts of what we were about to do and whether I’d even be able to do it.
“You can take him, baby,” Wrenlock promised me. “Just go nice and slow.”
He supported me while I lowered myself onto Lucais. I stopped when I felt his tip nudge my entrance, my joints locking into place, muscles seizing up.
Fuck. Fuck—
