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With Kit folded over the table, Tavias spared one look at the priests. If not for them, he’d have Kit savoring her pleasure three times over by now. Instead, he returned to tormenting the delicious little wildcat spread before him.
Tavias stroked Kit’s backside once, then parted it, feeling the heat emanating from her. He slid his fingers between her thighs, gathering her slickness to use as lubricant.
The realization of what was about to happen dawned on Kit a few seconds later than it usually would, her body tensing and clenching in defiance. She tried to squirm out of the way, but Tavias held her firmly in place, spurring arousal and embarrassment both. It was always thus with Kit. Her body liked being taken from the back. Her mind hated her enjoyment of it.
Tavias pressed Kit down more firmly against the table, his large hand splayed across her lower back. With little ceremony about it, he delivered a pair of stinging swats. She inhaled sharply, her flesh flushing a light pink that made her squirm in equal parts pain and pleasure. Before she could recover from the sensation, he slid his fingers between her slick folds and stroked her channel before pulling out. The ring of another spank echoed through the hall, the wetness on Tavias’s hand amplifying the sound.
He continued in the same vein, juxtaposing sting and pleasure until Kit’s whole body shook with need. Each time his fingers brushed against her clit, a surge of energy seemed to race up her spine, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
Stars, she was beautiful. Responsive. Brave and trusting against all odds.
Pulling open his flies, Tavias allowed his bulging erection to spring free. The column of scales along his cock bristled before laying tight and flat in preparation. This time, Kit offered no resistance when he positioned himself at her back entrance, his fingers still pumping in and out of her channel as he pushed himself inside.
CHAPTER22
Kit
My core pulses with need as I lay bent over the table, my body Tavias’s for the taking. The cool wood presses against my bare stomach, providing a stark contrast to the heat emanating from Tavias behind me. His fingers circle my hips, pulling me closer with each powerful thrust that sends shivers down my spine He fills me completely, the stretch and burn morphing to sinful pleasure.
It’s so wrong. But so right too.
I take in a sharp breath, feeling his hand slip around me and into my folds, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation is overwhelming. The room flutters and spins around me until only Tavias’s relentless pounding fills my awareness. Each time his hips connect with mine, a new shiver of sensation runs down my spine. My breaths come in short, ragged gasps, mingling with the husky grunts escaping Tavias' lips. I press into him, trying to get more.
My nails dig into the wooden table, desperate for something to hold onto as I teeter on the brink of orgasm.
Suddenly, Tavias slows his pace, gripping my hips as pivots me away from the table. Confusion and frustration flood through me until I catch sight of what Tavias is turning me toward. Cyril, Hauck, and Quinton prowl toward us, each wearing expressions of primal hunger. The scales along their temples rise and the very air around them seems to vibrate with energy.
A surge of heat envelops me as Cyril takes his place in front, his firm chest pressing against my heaving bosom. Tavias doesn't relent; instead, his grip on my hips grows tighter, and I can feel him continuing to push into me from behind even as Cyril lifts my slick thighs. He pushes into me and the double sensation, the fullness of it, is overwhelming. And then they start moving.
In all our escapades, the males have not taken me like this before. A whimper escapes me. Each thrust of the males’ cocks inside me magnifies the other. And their scales… stars. They come to life inside my channels, seeking each spot of pleasure until I’m shaking.
Hauck's hands find my breasts, the pads of his fingers teasing yet gentle as they trace delicate patterns around my nipples. He lifts one breast, weighing it in his hand before giving it an enticing squeeze. My body shudders in response, my muscles under their control more than mine.
Even the scents swirling around me are intoxicating—the musky scent of male arousal, the tangy aroma of sweat mingling with the softer notes of my own arousal. I taste the saltiness of my own perspiration on my lips, and the air is thick with the sounds of our heavy breathing, moans, and the slickness of our bodies moving together.
I cry out, but Quinton’s mouth is suddenly there, swallowing the sound. His kiss is deep and claiming, and for a heartbeat the taste of him fills my awareness completely. I try to respond in kind, but his tongue pillages my mouth, taking utter control. The bond between us preens.
My body is trembling now, caught in the throes of my growing need. Tavias's powerful thrusts send shockwaves through me, their intensity amplified by the firm pressure of Cyril pressing against my front. Hauck's skilled fingers continue to toy with my nipples, each twist and tweak sending sparks of sensation arcing through me. Every nerve ending is alive, every stroke and suckle and shift of scales lifting me higher and higher above the chasm of impending release.
The same release that Tavias has denied me so many times already.
I whimper pitifully against Quinton’s mouth.
"Please. Please, it hurts. Please." My words sound like sobs as I writhe beneath the males’ relentless ministrations. "Please. I can't—Tavias!"
"Just a little more, wildcat." Tavias’s voice is a low growl that sets my heart racing even faster. I can’t take any more. I can’t. The abyss opening beneath me is already too great. The need too overpowering. I can’t wait another moment.
But I don’t have a choice. Not with the control the males have on me. On my pleasure.
“Now,” says Tavias.
Teeth scrape over my neck and nick my flesh. A mouth suckles my nipple. And an amber burst of flame licks my clit.
I shriek my release, convulsing so hard that my body is a white-hot wave of ecstasy and torment. The males growl around me, a crescendo that echoes my own. They find their release an instant later. Everywhere inside me. One me. All together as one.
My body goes limp, completely spent and utterly exhausted as the tidal wave of pleasure slowly ebbs away. Tavias holds me as he pulls out, Cyril checking my balance from the other side. They have to. I’m as weak and trembling as a newborn kitten. Utterly destroyed. Just as Tavias had promised.
The hall slowly comes into focus. Guests in elegant gowns. Servants with food. Priests with their hoods and judgmental eyes. I sink to the floor, dimly aware of the priests conferring amongst themselves in hushed tones, their eyes never straying far from my vulnerable naked form. The males make no move to cover me. I know they can’t. I remember why this happened.
