Page 115 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
“Nice and slow,” Wrenlock purred in my ear.
I sought comfort inside of a pair of golden eyes.
Lucais held my gaze, his evident desire mingling with concern as I lowered myself down until the tip of his cock was inside of me.
The warmth was instant and overwhelming. Sparks began to fly at the base of my spine, a reckless heat growing inside my core, desperate to be coaxed into an uncontrollable explosion. In an instant, my fear switched sides. I was no longer afraid of being hurt as much as I was afraid that if I sank all the way down onto him I might never be able to get him back out.
Visions from the field of the two of us trapped in an eternity as one erotic statue circled my mind again.
“That’s a good girl,” Wrenlock encouraged, removing his hands from beneath my arms and resting them on top of my shoulders again. The excess inch or two that hadn’t been able to fit between us before was inside of me, and I could hold myself up again as even as the mutual hesitation was prolonged. “You can take some more of him, baby. I know you can.”
With my hands on the High King’s shoulders and his palms resting against my hips, I lowered myself down until his erection was an inch deeper, groaning when I felt the pressure building as his girth coaxed me to open up and allow him to stretch me. Lucais was taking shallow breaths, his pulse dancing at the base of his throat. I could tell that it was taking most of his strength to stop himself from seizing control of the situation.
“Relax, bookworm,” he murmured. I felt his fingertips twitch against my waist, tempted but restrained. “We were made for this. We were made for each other.”
My heartbeat sped up. His words triggered a small wave of hot arousal to pool between my legs, so I nodded and slid down on another inch of his cock. And then another. Another.Another.
The feeling that bloomed in my core was euphoric. The tip of his erection pressed into a part of me that triggered countless sparks of pleasure to roll out across my body from the blazing heat between my hips all the way out to the very ends of my fingertips and my hair. It bolstered my confidence, urging me to move my hips again.
The motion dragged a long, loud moan from both of us in unison as I sank the rest of the way down until Lucais’s cock was buried inside me, all the way to the hilt.
My lower belly tightened as I clenched around him.
Neither of us dared to move a muscle, but thefulfilment…
The sensation of unrivalled ecstasy rolled over me in small waves, lapping up against every last pleasure centre in my bodyas hot as a summer sun. We’d barely started, and yet I felt as if I might come apart at the seams if he so much as breathed on me. Feeling the same thing despite the lack of friction, Lucais moaned, the sound so small and rough I knew he’d tried to silence it.
He filled me, completing me, and I could have stayed there forever. We would never have had to move. The feeling of him being wedged so deeply inside of such an intimate part of me was enough. The look on his face as his starcore eyes dissolved into mine, heated and swirling with adoration, was enough. We found nirvana inside of each other, so pure that time had no choice but to stand still and bear witness.
Wrenlock’s fingers flexed on my shoulders, massaging my aching muscles, driving pleasure down through my spine, and the pressure caused me to move my hips on Lucais. So quickly that I could scarcely take in a gasp of breath, the little waves built to a crescendo—a tidal wave that would crash over us and wash me away. I felt him everywhere, inside and around an orgasm that was about to destroy me from within, and though it was the only truly painful part of what we were doing, I used my hands on his shoulders to propel myself backwards until we were separated again.
Lucais’s erection slapped against his stomach, glistening in the candlelight with my arousal.
I fell back into Wrenlock’s arms, panting wildly. The ache in between my legs screamed, empty and lost, begging for him to return and fill me again.
I pressed my mouth into a tight line and made a sharp sound of denial. “Mm-hm. I can’t. That…”
The High King was staring at me like he was every bit as afraid of me as I was of him—like he’d felt the same wild abandon taking over his mind, body, and soul. Before Wrenlockcould ask a question we wouldn’t be able to answer using real words, Lucais swallowed, reaching for my hand and squeezing.
“Let’s take it slow,” he suggested, voice thick and fragile. He glanced up at Wrenlock and then back to me. “Switch places with me,” he ordered.
With gentle hands, Wrenlock placed me down on the bed where Lucais had been perched, laying me back until my head was nestled against the blankets and my hair fanned out around my face. I felt electrifyingly exposed as a burst of cool air swept over me, prickling my skin and forcing my nipples to harden into tight, pink peaks on my bare chest.The High King knelt at the end of the bed, gently urging my legs apart, and began to trail his mouth up along my thigh, leaving a line of searing kisses from the inner corner of my knee all the way up to my hip bone.
“We have all the time in the world,” he promised, his voice low and husky. My pussy clenched as his breath caressed my skin when he bent his head to me, whispering, “I’ll give you whatever you want from me for as long as you need it.”
Lucais’s tongue swept over my entrance, circling my clit, and I instinctively writhed, bucking my hips against him as the sheer heat of his mouth overwhelmed me. I hadn’t realised that he’d hooked both arms around me until he used them to hold me in place, his hands on my hips, his head buried between my thighs. Wrenlock lounged on the bed at my side, his mouth switching between teasing my breasts and indulging my mouth in slow kisses that rivalled the patience of the High King kneeling between my legs.
As promised, Lucais took his tasting of me slowly, leisurely stroking my clit with his tongue before fucking me with it, the only sense of urgency showing in the way his hands gripped my hips and tugged me further down the bed until I was sure that he couldn’t breathe. In the back of my mind, I was keenly aware of that, though I was floating back and forth from coherence ashis ministrations coaxed shallow breaths and moans from my chest. However, after a few minutes without Lucais resurfacing for air, I shifted away from him, trying to offer him a reprieve as I wriggled up towards the pillows.
Lucais lifted his head from where he was sucking on my clit, his eyes foggy with pleasure, his blond hair a mess across his forehead, and frowned up at me. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this as much as I am,” he implored.
I bit my lower lip, glancing at Wrenlock for some kind of affirmation, but the dark-haired man was sporting an amused smile as he ran his fingers over one of my erect nipples and then the other. He bent his head to my chest, sucking on one side, clearly demonstrating that he had no intention of getting involved with my interruption of the High King’s indulgence.
“I don’t want you to not be able to breathe,” I muttered, falling back onto the bed as Wrenlock’s mouth triggered a soft moan to escape from my mouth.
Lucais shook his head, brushing the hair back from his face as he rose to stand. “By the Elements, I never thought I’d hear you say those words to me.” He reached down to clasp both of his hands around each of mine, pulling me into his arms. Wrenlock rolled off the mattress, and Lucais turned, lying back on the bed and positioning me so that I was sitting on his chest. “Aura, I am the High fucking King of Faerie. I don’t need tobreathe air. I need you to sit on my face. Right. Now.”
Before I could say or do anything in reply, he tugged me forwards, positioning my thighs on either side of his head, and then his mouth was against my centre. I watched, transfixed, as his tongue pushed up against my clit, massaging it gently before he moaned against me, staring up at me the entire time. The sight was so unbelievably erotic that I nearly came all over his face right at that moment, but the lingering whisper of self-doubt and the absolute terror I felt at the thought of solidifying the bond with him once and for all held me back.
