Page 44 of Trial of Three
Her breaths ragged, she returned her upper body to the bed, sinking into the soft coverlet.
“Good.” Fisting his hand in her hair, River held her as he bent to claim her swollen lips. She melted beneath him, the most cock-hardening moan of pleasure River had ever heard escaping her luscious mouth. He sucked on her bottom lip, enjoying her sweetness, before pulling away to capture her gaze.
Her heart beat so quickly that River could see her pulse vibrating in the soft hollow of her neck. Beneath him, her body trembled with need, the slickness between her thighs shimmering in the light and spilling over the sheets.
River made his voice low. Undeniable in its dominance. “Stretch your hands over your head.”
When she did, her potent mix of craving and trepidation saturating the room, River wrapped the silk fabric of her pants around her wrists. Holding her gaze, his attention focused on nothing but Leralynn, River tied the loose ends of the fabric to one of the bedposts.
She tested the restraints. Discovered there was no give. Gasped.
With a soft growl, River lifted her hips, spreading her wide open for his pleasure. More beads of delicious slickness spilled as he set Leralynn’s legs on his shoulders and brushed his thumb over her swollen bud.
Leralynn sucked in a breath, bucking so violently that River nearly found his release then and there.
Instead, he hoisted her legs higher on his shoulders and, gripping the insides of her wet thighs, spread her further. He plunged two fingers into her opening this time, in and out, in and out, as his mouth closed around her clit and sucked.
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My body jerks, the storm of sensations racing from my sex so strong that my lungs tighten. River’s mouth pulls on my bud, each suckle shoving me up a new rung of sensation so fully that I don’t realize River’s hand is exploring my sex until... Two fingers thrust into me, impaling deep and hard. Making me buck, which only pushes my apex deeper into his mouth. Too much. Thethrust, thrust, thrustof his hand, fast and merciless along my spasming channel, the flaming heat that River’s tongue and lips send shooting from my bud.
His mouth still on me, River’s wet fingers slide out from my channel and brush along the length of my folds. Up and down, up and—I suck in a startled breath as I feel a slick finger circling my back hole. The pressure growing more insistent with each pass. No. Oh, no no no.
River’s tongue flicks against my apex, bringing me painfully close to release. “Relax,” he orders, spreading more of my wetness to his new target. Confident. Undeniable. “Take a breath and relax.”
The moment I do, a painful stretching fills my backside. I try to tighten but it’s much too late. River’s finger penetrates the tight ring of muscle and slides in with a bouquet of sensations that magnify everything. A moment later, two other fingers slide right back into my sex. Filling both channels. A new wave of need and pleasure ripples from our connection, gripping me all the way to my curling toes.
I jerk against the restraints, as unyielding as the iron arm holding my thighs open. There is no place to go. No escape. Nothing to do but feel every one of River’s merciless strokes that shove me closer to the edge of the abyss. My very lack of freedom somehow fuels my desire, heightening every sensation.
How much I like this makes as little sense as River’s words did. His insistence that it’s me, not Daz, who he longs for. And yet—yet my body responds to his every touch. The complete attention that River focuses on me is as arousing as his fingers filling my sex... and more.
“Stop thinking, Leralynn,” he orders, grazing my bud with his teeth to emphasize his point. His voice is even deeper than usual, low and masculine and sex-clenchingly commanding. “Just feel.”
My breaths come in gasps, my body struggling despite the futility of it. I tighten my sex as if I can trap River’s fingers inside me, keep them a moment longer. When he stops long enough to free himself, I whimper with relief—until I get a good look at that cock of his. Long and wide and already glistening with droplets of him.
I shudder as River lowers my hips and swirls his cock’s head in my wetness, his gray eyes meeting mine with predatory intent. He reaches forward to stroke my peaked nipple, then suddenly pinches it hard enough to send a sharp sting from the breast directly to my bud. The sting reaches my sex at the same moment that River buries himself inside me, the tiny pain turning to unbearable pleasure.
He doesn’t wait. Gives me no chance to adjust to his great size before his cock finds a target deep inside me, pounding it with forceful strokes that make me clench and moan uncontrollably. The bed creaks with our movement and I pull against my restraints, wishing I could sink my nails into his backside to pull him even deeper. Right when I think I can’t take it anymore, River claims my mouth and skims his thumb across my apex at the same time, sending me toppling over the edge with a scream of pleasure.
He shouts with his own release a heartbeat later, panting as he goes limp and falls atop me. With great effort, he finds the strength to rise to his knees and set my hands loose. I run my palms over River’s muscles, still trembling with the aftershocks of release.My male.Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nuzzle into him, taking in his scent of earth and maleness and climax. Great, powerful, predatory male.Mine.
Without thinking, I sink my teeth into the tender juncture of River’s neck and shoulder.
The speed with which River awakens, jerking upright with his cock so hard I can see it twitch with every heartbeat, makes me choke on a laugh. Eyes flashing, River flips me onto my belly and takes me again until all thoughts of rebellion are muffled beneath unbearable pleasure.
“Would this be a good time to tell you that the shirt you ripped off me was actually Autumn’s?” I say, as River and I finally find the floor, our eyes still glistening with afterglow. His cuts have opened, of course, and he sinks obediently into a chair as I drown a washcloth in a basin atop his dresser.
“I’ll make it up to Autumn later,” he says between clenched teeth, hissing as I press the cloth to a cut.
I dab gently, though the giant of a male still jumps at each brush of the cloth. “You are a terrible patient,” I say, pressing a kiss to the top of his shoulder and receiving a wry look in response. “All right, so you’ve a plan for Autumn. What about me?”
“I’ve a plan for that too.” River rises, ignoring my protests, and pulls a package out from one of his drawers. “I was saving this until we passed all the trials, but I think today feels appropriate.”
Taking the wrapped bundle from River’s hands, I tug the strings and open the paper to reveal a gown of golden yellow silk, its skirt made to breathe and flow with the mildest of breezes. My breath halts, my fingers running wonderingly along the fabric. “It’s exquisite,” I whisper, looking at River. “Like a piece of the sun made real.”
Taking the dress from my hands, River slips it over my head, the cool silk falling perfectly over my hips. “You are the sun made real, Leralynn,” he whispers into my ear. “The dress is just an accessory.”
