Page 109 of City of Secrets and Shadows
It lasted a moment, before the look in his eyes darkened again. I gasped as he slid two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Septimus growled, his fingers moving slowly inside me, coated with the mixture of their seed and my arousal. “I could take you again just like this.”
I whimpered, my body both oversensitive and somehow still hungry for more. Marcus watched Septimus’s hand between my thighs with darkened eyes.
“Give her a moment to breathe, Sep,” he said, though his voice betrayed his own renewed interest.
Septimus withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. The sight of him tasting the evidence of our shared pleasure made my core clench despite my exhaustion.
“She likes it,” he said with a knowing smirk. “Don’t you, Livia?”
I couldn’t deny it. Something about being between them, being the focus of their combined desire, awakened a hunger in me I’d never known existed. I nodded, unable to form words.
My body responded to him instinctively, hips rising to meet his hand despite my exhaustion.
Marcus propped himself up on one elbow, watching Septimus’s fingers disappear inside me. His expression was one of reverent fascination. “Insatiable,” he agreed, voice husky. “I could watch her like this forever.”
Septimus withdrew his fingers, bringing them to my lips. “Taste us,” he commanded.
I parted my lips, accepting his fingers, tasting the salt and musk of our combined essence. His eyes darkened as I sucked them clean, my tongue swirling between his digits.
“You’re going to kill me,” Marcus groaned, his cock already stirring against my thigh.
Septimus laughed, dark and rich. “Not before we’ve thoroughly ruined her.” He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting what I’d just sampled. When he pulled away, his eyes glittered with dangerous intent. “Turn over.”
My heart hammered against my ribs as I obeyed, rolling onto my stomach. I felt Marcus’s hand stroke soothingly down my spine, contrasting with Septimus’s firm grip on my hips as he pulled me up onto my knees.
“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” Septimus said, his thumb tracing the cleft of my ass. I buried my face in the furs, embarrassment and arousal warring within me. His touch was deliberate, exploring places no one had touched before.
“Sep,” Marcus cautioned, though I could hear the desire in his voice.
“I’m being gentle,” said Septimus, dipping his thumb between my legs and drawing the wetness up to my ass. I gasped as he began to push slowly inside me.
The pressure was strange, foreign, a burning stretch that made me whimper into the furs. Septimus’s other hand stroked my back soothingly.
“Relax for me,” he murmured, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard it. “Trust me, Livia.”
Marcus moved closer, his hand finding mine, fingers intertwining. “We’ll stop if it’s too much,” he promised, bringing my knuckles to his lips. “Just say the word.”
I nodded, unable to form coherent thoughts as Septimus’s thumb worked deeper, breaching that forbidden entrance. The initial discomfort gradually gave way to a strange, burning pleasure that had me pushing back against him.
“There you go,” Septimus said, approval thick in his voice. “You’re opening so beautifully for me.”
He withdrew his thumb only to return with his finger, then gradually another, stretching me with careful patience I hadn’t known he possessed.
“Look at her,” he said to Marcus. “Taking my fingers so well. She was made for this.”
Marcus’s hand stroked my hair, gathering it away from my face so he could see my expression. “Is it good?” he asked, eyes dark with renewed desire.
“Yes,” I gasped as Septimus curled his fingers, finding some hidden place inside me that sent sparks dancing up my spine. “Gods, yes.”
Septimus leaned over me, his chest against my back, his lips at my ear. “Next time,” he promised, his voice a dark whisper, “I’ll take you here while Marcus fills your cunt.”
The image his words conjured made me moan, clenching around his fingers. Marcus’s breath hitched, his cock hardening even more against my thigh as he listened.
“She likes that idea,” Septimus chuckled, scissoring his fingers carefully. “But tonight, I just want to watch you come apart one more time.”
I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance again, sliding easily into my still-slick core. The angle was deeper this way, his thickness stretching me perfectly.
