Page 129 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
Lucais’s hands found my breasts while Wrenlock knelt between my legs, playing with them with less urgency and more curiosity. He explored different combinations as he pinched and pulled my nipples, which hardened into extremely tight peaks under his attentive gaze, eyes alight with a fiery gold as he evaluated each of my reactions—one at a time, one after the other, both at once, and then harder, harder, harder—
My hands flew up to cover my face, but Lucais’s arms were in the way. I clutched him instead, gripping his forearm like the ledge on a cliff face and turning my head to the side as an orgasmcrashed into me with a wave of undiluted pleasure, starting in the centre point between my hips before clawing its way up my spine and shooting across every nerve ending in my entire body like strobe lights.
I came floating back to the ground like ash from an explosion beneath light and dark gazes.
Lucais tentatively stroked his length. “Do you want me to glamour it to adjust the size for you this time?” he asked softly.
“No,” I blurted. My cheeks caught fire. “No, of course not.”
That would be insane behaviour, even if he wasn’t already juggling far too many ongoing enchantments in the middle of a power struggle with an unidentified entity in the lapsus. I didn’t want to change anything about him, even if certain things took some adjustment for one reason or another.
“Do you want to try it in reverse?” Lucais suggested. “Not—” He let out a breathy laugh. “No, I mean, do you want to try starting with him this time?” He tipped his head towards his friend. “It might help you to feel…ready.”
I wanted to say that I would do anything he asked, but that felt too forward, so I just wet my lower lip with my tongue and glanced at Wrenlock with a nod. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous, but Lucais’s skin was tinged with a faint pink glow that didn’t seem linked to any physical exertion, and that was making my heart race even faster. He was nervous, too. He knew that it might actually be it for us the second time around, and I was too far gone to back out.
“Come here,” Wrenlock urged, sitting down at the end of the bed where Lucais had perched the night before.
He helped me climb onto his lap, holding himself in place so I could find the right angle. I braced my hands on Wrenlock’s shoulders while the High King rested his back against the pillows at the head of the bed, and then I looked down between our bodies at where they were about to join, wondering if therewas any way that I could avoid sealing my fate with Lucais. We were doing it on our terms, but it felt as foreboding as it did exciting. We’d made so much progress in such a short amount of time. Eternity seemed like a looming threat—like a playground of opportunity for things to go wrong.
I gulped and settled down on Wrenlock’s lap, feeling the sharp stab of pleasure hit me in a deeply hidden and coveted spot as he slid inside me. It knocked the breath from my lungs. The high, unsteady moan that rolled out of my mouth was unstoppable, so I bit down on my hand to muffle the sound as I started to ride him in earnest, chasing that wild, euphoric feeling he’d stirred awake.
“That’s it,” Wrenlock purred, his hands firmly planted on my hips as I moved up and down on his lap, the wet slap of each thrust loud and obscene in my ears.
I met Lucais’s gaze over his shoulder, copped the brunt of the heat in his unrelenting stare as he lay back on the pillow with one hand behind his head, touching himself as he watched me fuck his best friend on the end of the bed.
“You look at him all you like, baby, but you keep riding my cock like that until you come.”
I bit my hand again to hold back a raging moan as heat flooded my face, turning my cheeks as hot as the end of a burning poker. Lucais didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the comment. If anything, I thought it was likely responsible for the dribble of thick fluid that leaked out of the tip of his cock when his fist dragged upwards. The sheer sight of it had my movements on Wrenlock faltering, and a smirk turned up the corners of Lucais’s mouth.
Keep going, bookworm. You’re okay, the High King purred into my mind.You’re taking him so fucking well. You should see yourself from my point of view.
An image entered my mind.
I was straddling Wrenlock, both hands on his shoulders, the strong muscles in his back flexing as I rose up and down, glimpses slipping over his shoulder of my breasts bouncing with each movement. My nipples were tight, hard peaks, the colour matching my lips and complementing the faint blush of exertion that bloomed beneath the freckles on my skin. My hair fell in loose, wild curls, disappearing down my back, though a few strands were sticking to my forehead and caught in my eyelashes.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed—watching myself riding someone from the perspective of someone else entirely. Better than a movie, better than a mirror.
Moaning, I shifted my weight so my hips were pressed into Wrenlock’s body, my thrusts against him morphing into something less forceful and more intense. Tilting my head back, I gripped both of his shoulders while his hands moved to cup my ass, and I picked up a new, steady rhythm as I rocked against him, grinding my clit against his stomach with every movement.
That’s my girl,Lucais crooned, and the image he sent me shifted.
It was the same view, but he’d pulled it back far enough so I could see myself fucking Wrenlock with Lucais’s hand stroking himself at the forefront of the picture. He matched each pump of his fist along his shaft to the beat of my movements on his friend until we were in perfect sync, and I began to imagine what it would feel like for them to swap places, with the High King’s length sliding into me with each crash of my body into his—eternity be damned.
Wrenlock groaned as he felt me tightening around him. “Fuck, baby, that’s it.”
The waves of pleasure built in my core with every stroke of Lucais’s hand up and down himself. I switched between images—the one in my head, watching myself through his eyes, and theone I had of him, watching the expressions cross his face as he worked himself into a state of abandon. His tip glistened with the leaking arousal that dribbled down the sides, and I imagined myself licking the little beads that he was squeezing out of his dick with each pump.
I must have sent the thought into his mind without meaning to because his rhythm stuttered, and he raised his eyebrows at me.
Is that what you want?
Oh, fuck it.
Nodding eagerly, I slowed my pace on Wrenlock until we stopped.
“I want to try something,” I whispered in response to his questioning gaze.
The High King was already sitting up, his expression restrained but eager as he waited for me to climb off Wrenlock’s lap. Once I had, I put myself on all fours at the end of the bed, glancing over my shoulder to find that Wrenlock was already moving into position.
