Page 55 of Trials of Dusk and Dreams
“Yes,” Legion rasps to Bodin. “Into her tight heat.”
We groan in unison as Bodin’s finger enters me, stretching me. Blood roars in my ears as he leisurely pumps in and out, following every direction Legion utters. I vaguely recall Fox’s confession—that he waited for me to have sex. They all waited.You are the first queen we’re biologically compatible with,Legion said earlier. Their only experience in eons of existence comes from sensual voyeuristic moments stolen while in their invisible wraith forms. They watched and learned from others. They saved these precious first moments for me.
Chapter 23
Willow
The enchanted spectacles returned Legion’s memories. Now, he’s using them to teach Bodin how to pleasure me. He won’t touch me, but he won’t leave me wanting. My confusing, diverting thoughts are pushed aside when Legion guides Bodin’s slick fingertip to my swollen clit. I release a long, deep moan.
“She is most sensitive here,” Legion instructs. “Lick, tease, play with this.”
“Nip?” Bodin asks.
“Yes,” I plead, but they’re not listening to me. They know they have me. I am theirs.
Bodin increases his speed, deepening his pressure, and I cry out as more pleasure builds within me. I fist his shirt and pant, “Again.”
“Mm,” Bodin grunts in agreement. “Most sensitive.”
They mutter amongst themselves, hotly discussing how to test my desire, how to explore my body for erogenous zones, and how to ensure I come hard and hopelessly in their arms every time. Through the fog of desire, I register the changing tune. This new song is slower in tempo as if the musicians tapped into our mood. I feel so good. Legion’s fingers trace lazy circles onmy collarbone. His eyes focus downward as Bodin’s hand moves beneath my dress, his finger finding a rhythm, building hot, coiled tension within me.
My lazy lashes flutter open. My lust-drunk gaze wanders aimlessly.
Most people dance closely like us now, bodies entwined, hips gyrating, and mouths clashing. As if reading my mind, Bodin’s mouth falls to my neck again. He licks and laves hungrily. Legion’s hand fists in my hair. Inadvertently, my gaze lands on a familiar face—only yards away from the dais. Alfie’s red hair looks black at night, but there’s no mistaking the dark swathe of jealousy in his eyes.
A wave of irritation suppresses my desire. What right does he have to look at me like that? Even now, he stands amongst a bevy of mortal and fae females. Charms sparkle on his swinging Chaser chain. I almost think he’ll storm over here and demand I am freed, but a blond female tugs his face to hers and kisses him. He returns the kiss with passion but keeps his eyes on me.
I feel nothing. No spike of envy, nothing beyond the chagrin that the sight of him interrupted my pleasure. Bodin growls at my inattention, captures my mouth with his, and swallows my whimpers as he withdraws his finger from my clit. I whimper at the loss, but then he calls on the shadows to hide us from view and plunges two into my pussy so firmly that I lift onto my toes. I am shoved back against Legion.
“You’re ours,” he growls, biting my lower lip hard enough to cause pain.
I feel Legion move behind me, perhaps searching for the source of Bodin’s troubled claim, but then Bodin’s thumb finds my clit. Every time his fingers enter me, filling me deliciously, that thumb hits my sensitive nerves. Sparks fly. Heat unfurls. I am thrown back into this heady world, caught between two walls of hot-blooded males. Legion might refuse to join in, buthis erection digs into my back. His breathing is as labored as Bodin’s, watching as I’m worked closer to climax, tighter and tighter. I whimper helplessly, thrusting into him, chasing my high.
“Harder,” I gasp. Beg. “And my . . .”
Bodin kneads my aching breast with his free hand. Grunts, gasps, into my mouth.
“I want to taste her. I want—” He rams his hard length into my hip, and I moan. He’s thick and needy for me.
“Yes,” I pant, reaching down to stroke him. “I want to taste you too.”
“Not here,” Legion warns. “At home. But she comes first.” Then, more softly, “Always.”
As if he’s punishing my mouth for denying his cock, Bodin drives his tongue deep. Legion’s shoulder against my head perfectly supports him as he dominates me. I feel devoured. Owned.
Fair warning, love. Bodin’s going to love this mouth.
Legion’s grip tightens over Bodin’s hand on my breast. Heat fires from my nipple to my womb. My orgasm rips through me so intensely I see stars. A hot, salty mouth swallows my hoarse cry. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me. I soak Bodin’s fingers. The wetness is slick down my thighs, but I can’t stop thrusting into him. I am almost embarrassed, chasing the throes of sensation, except I know he loves this. Legion, too, despite his hurtful words. They’re eating my moans with their stilted breaths, almost whimpering themselves.
Bodin slowly drags his fingers from my still-quivering pussy. Hot, bedroom eyes become black as he slides a glistening fingertip along my parted lower lip. I taste myself, and it makes something snap within him. An animal, a beast, stares out at me.
Then he licks his wet finger and growls, “You taste good.”
“Like what.” Legion’s quiet demand is laced with hunger.
“See for yourself.” Bodin winks at me as he offers his hand to Legion.
A wave of something hot barrels through my chest. He saw how Legion’s rejection hurt me. Is this him pushing back?
