Page 103 of Daughter Of The Ninth Line
I was still staring at Hayle’s dick. Mesmerized and terrified. Like I was going to watch a steam train try and go through a storm drain.
Hayle groaned. “Baby, if you don’t stop looking at it like that, I’m only going to last half as long as I want.” He stepped toward me and lifted me into his arms, pressing me right along his naked body. His shoulders were broad and his torso was solid, and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. The feel of his muscles flexing beneath my fingers made me lose all higher reasoning beyond holding on tight as he captured my lips, fucking my mouth with his tongue. As he walked me back to the bed, I could feel his fingers fumbling with my buttons, though he didn’t lift his head.
I felt the air on my overheated skin cooling me down, and I didn’t know if it was just because I was running so hot, or if it was Vox’s breeze giving me what I needed. It didn’t matter; it had the same effect. My nipples pebbled behind my bra, my skin breaking out in goosebumps, and I groaned as everything became a hundred times more sensitive.
Gripping my bra in his fists, Hayle snapped it in half. I slapped his shoulder, but he grinned at me unapologetically. “I’ll get you a new one. Maybe I’ll get you ten, because I fucking love these glorious tits.” As if to prove his own point, he buried hisface between them with a happy sigh, but he didn’t stay still for long. His mouth moved up the curve of my breast, sucking and nibbling at the soft flesh until he reached my nipple. He sucked it between his lips, and I felt my soul leave my body.
It felt so fuckinggood.
“Oh baby, I’ve only just started,” Hayle murmured, pausing to look over his shoulder. “I mean, we’ve only just started.”
I lifted my eyes from his mesmerizing green ones to see that Vox had used my distraction to get naked. Fuck, he was beautiful. Like white marble, he was all hard lines and edges. A weapon honed, until it was both alluring and dangerous. He was also packing a giant cock, and I started to wonder if maybe I’d just misjudged the size of men’s penises in my mind. Like when you see a picture of a sea otter and imagine they’re cute and small, but in reality, they’re huge.
“He’s kind of pretty, isn’t he?” Hayle murmured into my ear. “Not as beautiful as you, but I can’t wait to watch him fuck you. The Ice Prince and my fiery mate—mmmph.” He was roaming again then, his hands and mouth mapping my skin.
Vox knelt at the foot of the bed, wrapping air around my ankles. He ran his fingers up the insides of my legs, tracing them like he was committing the lines of them to memory, then hooked his fingers in my pants. Lifting me lightly, he dragged them down my thighs and over my knees, until he could slide them off my feet and toss them to the side.
The whole time, his eyes flicked from my face to my core and back again. “I’m going to taste you now, Ninth. I’ve wanted to know if you taste as sweet as you look since the first moment I saw you in the courtyard.”
We all collectively held our breath as he leaned forward, biting me gently on the fleshy part of my thigh before running his tongue up my center like I was ice cream. He hummed ahappy sound, and I realized that Hayle was watching him with as much intensity as I was.
I gasped as Vox stopped at my clit and swirled his tongue around it, making my body strain and jolt like I’d been struck by lightning. I hadn’t thought anything could feel as good as Hayle’s mouth on my nipples, but apparently, I was wrong.
I buried my fingers in Vox’s inky hair, holding it tightly in case he decided to get up and run away or something. Maybe I was just holding on for dear life.
He continued to suck me gently. On and on and on, until I felt like my whole body was tingling, on the precipice of something… life-altering.
Just when I thought I was walking on the ledge, teetering toward the edge of an abyss, Hayle put his mouth back over my nipple and sucked hard. “FUCK!” I screamed, my leg shooting out and slamming into Vox’s gut.
His, “Oof,” vibrated against my clit, which in turn made my thighs clench around his head. I felt like a contortionist as wave after wave of soul-rending pleasure rolled through me, bending me in odd ways. Should my toes curl like that?
Vox looked up at me smugly. “Quite the kick you have there,” he groaned, but I could see the humor mixing with the straight lust in his eyes. “We aren’t done yet, Ninth. I’m going to slide my fingers inside this tight little channel and make you ready for us. No way you could take either of us yet, Avie.” His fingers gripped my thighs, and he stared at the most intimate part of me, like I was a painting by a master artist. “Fucking beautiful. What I’d give to climb between these thighs every day and feast.” He slid one finger inside me, and I gasped at the intrusion. “Hot and snug. Got to stretch you out for us.”
Hayle was groaning, and I noticed he had one hand wrapped around his cock. He looked like sex personified. “Who knew ourlittle prince had such a dirty mouth? I like it.” There was desire in his eyes, and I wasn’t sure it was only for me anymore.
I didn’t have the brainpower to follow that train of thought, because Vox was stealing all my attention, sliding in another finger and then another in quick succession. His fingers felt cool and soothing, and I realized he’d lowered his body temperature.
He was so unbelievably powerful, and he wasmine.
I was climbing higher and higher, pleasure making me squirm, so close to the edge, and then Vox stopped. “She’s ready for you,” he murmured to Hayle, and I whined. The whine turned into a whimper as he withdrew his fingers from me. “Don’t worry, Avie. You won’t be empty for long.”
Hayle climbed onto the bed beside me, lifting me up until I was sprawled across his body. As I straddled his hips with my knees, my wet core ran up and down his wildly hard dick.
“Are you sure that will fit?” I asked, because I couldn’t imagine what I’d tell the healers if it got stuck in there, or he split me in half.
“We’re gonna go so slow,” Hayle told me softly. His eyes were filled with something that I was scared to acknowledge. A feeling so all-encompassing that one wrong step might leave me broken and bleeding. “This is the first in a lifetime of moments that’ll be just like this. You’re mine, Avalon Halhed, and I promise that I will love you and keep you safe from anything that might hurt you—even my giant dick.” Vox snorted a laugh, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
Kneeling behind me, in between Hayle’s thighs, Vox pressed close to my back. “Let me help you,” he whispered. He slid a hand between us, sliding those cool fingers through my wet folds. When his fingers were dripping, he reached down and gripped Hayle’s cock, making the man in question jerk in his hand. “Gotta get you both nice and wet. Smooth the way,” Vox murmured in my ear, still stroking Hayle. My eyes were so wide,they felt like they’d pop out of my head. “There we go.” Then a tight band of air wrapped around my ribs, lifting me slowly until I was poised over Hayle’s cock. The blunt head notched tightly against me. “Slowly now.”
My chest was heaving in air, my nails pressing savagely into Hayle’s chest, but the comfort of Vox at my back, holding me steady, soothed the nervous energy. As I pressed lower and lower, the pinch of Hayle filling me, spreading me, made me hiss. I could feel himeverywhere.
“I can’t take any more,” I lamented softly, feeling like a failure, but Vox kissed my nape, his hands coming back around between us.
“Oh, you can, baby. You can take so much more. You’re doing so fucking good right now. Look at your mate. You’ve melted his brain. The only person who’ll ever put that look on his face again is you. My sweet, powerful, little dirt scrabbler,” he teased. “Until you’re ready, though, I’m here to help.” Once again, he reached around me and wrapped his hand around Hayle’s dick, right at the base this time. He must have squeezed, because Hayle groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Fuck, Vox, I won’t last. Fucking asshole,” he muttered, but he didn’t tell him to stop. Didn’t tell him to move his hand. I could feel the muscled circle of Vox’s fist brushing my pussy.
Vox was chuckling low, like a master puppeteer who had us both where he wanted us. “Slide up, Avie, then move back down. Take as much of him as you can, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
