Page 130 of A Palace of Smoke & Mirrors
“You want me to take you from behind?” he asked, checking to make sure that he was reading the situation correctly.
“Please,” I begged.
“Fuck yes.” He slid back inside me with one perfect thrust, slamming all the way to the hilt, and a low groan escaped my mouth.
The new angle was more demanding, and I had to be careful how I held my posture to keep the pleasure from turning into pain, but Wrenlock slowed his thrusts until he was rocking his hips into me with just a few inches pulling out. The tip of his erection was nudging the detonation zone hidden deep inside of me when he fucked me like that, and I found myself beginning to unravel with each push. He reached around and pressed hisforefinger against my clit, stroking it in slow circles, wet with the mess we were making as he entered me.
When I opened my eyes, I found that Lucais was looking at me with the kind of admiration that stripped me bare and convinced me to step into a confessional to give away my sins. His eyes were literal temptation, a distant fire in the dark of night, and I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I urged him to move closer, shuffling into the middle of the bed so I could bend my head down and—
“Oh, fuck, bookworm.” His words were a low, feral growl as I licked him from base to tip, tasting the hint of sweetness and salt of his excitement before I twirled my tongue around the head of his cock and sucked the first few inches into my mouth.
Lucais threaded one hand through my hair, the other gripping a fistful of the blankets at his side, and I did my best to sync the movements of my head with each of Wrenlock’s thrusts as he fucked me from behind, muttering low curses and grunts as he moved one hand to grip my hip and the other to massage the curve of my ass.
“I love the way your tongue turns sweet for me,” Lucais murmured, his tone dripping with wonderment and arousal. His words sparked a new wave of heat inside me, and with Wrenlock’s movements becoming consistent, I found myself on the verge of another collapse as pleasure so perfect and relentless spread throughout my body like wildfire, and then I was moaning around Lucais as I came. “Oh, Aura.” He sucked in a sharp breath, hands on my head, hips jerking upwards with slow, barely restrained thrusts. “Fuck, bookworm.”
Wrenlock pulled out of me, though I was sure that he hadn’t finished yet, and I continued working Lucais with my mouth as the remnants of pleasure dissipated, sinking a little further down his length until he was inside my throat.
“I’m not saying that I don’t fucking love this,” Lucais uttered breathlessly, “but if we don’t stop soon, I am going to come in your mouth so hard you won’t stop tasting me for days.”
I knew that it was counterproductive, but part of me wished he would. Even so, I relented after making one final attempt to beat my personal best at the number of inches I could choke down before his cock made me gag. Lucais groaned, muttered a few unholy curses, and then reached up to wipe the tears from my cheeks as I sat back on my heels and brushed a hand over my mouth. I could barely manage to look him in the eyes—to see the affection in them, clear as day, powerful as a natural disaster.
“Lay down,” Wrenlock murmured from behind me, and I was all too willing to obey. To do anything either of them asked so I didn’t have to think or feel. “I’m going to finish on your stomach, and then you’re going to take his cock like the good fucking girl you are, okay?”
I nodded, heart racing.
“I need to hear you say it,” he demanded, positioning himself on his knees at my side, his hand around his erection as he made slow, shaky strokes above me. I could see his pleasure teetering on the edge of release in the way his muscles trembled, in the burn behind his eyes.
“Okay,” I whispered. Lucais moved his hand between my legs, fingers pressing gently against my clit in circular motions. I cleared my throat and said it again, louder. “Okay.”
A few earnest pumps later, and Wrenlock’s face contorted with pleasure, his cock shooting thick ropes of hot come all over my stomach exactly as he’d promised. I gasped at the sudden feel of it hitting my skin—sticky, warm, and so devastatingly intimate. I watched Wrenlock’s face soften, his abdominal muscles flex, his hand fall still, and his erection twitch as the last of his orgasm washed through him and the final beads of come dripped down onto the mess he’d made on my waist.
“Good girl,” Wrenlock breathed. The praise lingered in the air even as the energy drained out of his voice. He exhaled in a sigh, eyes becoming heavy and half-lidded when he leaned down to kiss me before relaxing onto the bed at my side.
I gazed up at Lucais, the sacrifice upon his altar.
“Do you need a moment?” he offered, swallowing with effort.
Because I couldn’t seem to locate my voice, I simply shook my head.
“Good,” the High King replied, and then his fingers were on my stomach, trailing through the sticky mess. To my absolute surprise, he lubricated himself with Wrenlock’s come, first with his hand and next by sliding the point of his erection down my stomach, and then, with a low groan, he drove himself inside me—all the way home.
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Just One More
The High King of Faerie stared down between our bodies, one arm beside my head and the other next to my shoulder, fixated on the place where we had joined for one single stroke of fatal pleasure before I’d tensed and shut down, unable to do anything to stop myself from squeezing my inner muscles around him until he’d sworn and pulled all the way back out again.
With wide eyes, I watched the emotions crossing his face as he considered his options—one of which, I imagined, would be to let the Court of Darkness simply have me. We had engaged in all of the more basic activities without too much of an issue, but the one simple little thing that we needed to do to signify to the universe that we accepted the mating bond was causing a problem and dragging out the entire affair.
Eventually, after all of those thoughts had crossed his mind, Lucais met my eyes and pushed himself back inside me as far as he could possibly reach—which was a few inches, at the very most, before I writhed beneath his body and involuntarily clamped down around him again.
“Let me in,” he demanded.
Working my tongue around in my mouth, I managed to pull my voice back from where it had retreated to the base of my throat, and then I replied, “You are in.”
“No. You shifted your hips,” he growled, golden eyes flashing. “Let me in so I can touch that spot again, Aura.” Lucais pushed his hips against me, but I was petrified. Tense. His eyes narrowed like a challenge. “I’m not against a healthy dose of edging, but we’ve been at this since yesterday. Have you changed your mind?”
Panic flared hot in my chest. “No.”
