Page 67 of Knightfall
“Married?” My heart dropped. He couldn’t mean that. I mean, yes, everyone else thought we were married. But he couldn’t actually want to marry me. No. It was drunk talk. Nothing more. “He’s crazy.”
I left my inner monologue to find two very intense pairs of eyes staring down at me. One set chocolate, the other grey.
“What does he mean, you made him come with your power?” Ryan asked.
“I didn’t mean to. I was just demonstrating control today—”
“It was awesome. Best orgasm I’ve had in years,” Declan yawned. “Give it to them, Bloss. So I can go back to sleep.”
Yes, give it to me, Dove,Quinn’s eyes bore into mine.
I bit my lip. Seeing the two of them looming over me, desperate and hard, it took my breath away. But if I couldn’t touch them, at least I deserved a sarding show out of this. “Strip,” I ordered.
Two seconds later, a pile of clothes landed on Declan’s face.
“I know what you’re doing,” he muttered, through the cotton. “Not letting go. And if you get cum on me, I’m killing you. Tomorrow,” he yawned again.
Ryan stood on one side of me, a muscled warrior who was so tall and stacked he had to duck and turn sideways to fit through most doors. His body was ripple after ripple of muscle lit by candlelight.
Quinn stood on my other side. He was fair-skinned and compared to Ryan, he looked slender. But he still had defined shoulders and pecs. A tattoo of a ship ran across his abs. And the contrast of his black happy trail against his white stomach left me aching.
Both men proudly stroked their erections. Ryan’s was thick, like him. The thought of him spreading me open had me quivering in fear and excited anticipation. Quinn’s was long, and the head of his dick had a huge mushroom tip. The kind the women at the whorehouse always gushed about, saying it could rub some spot inside them and make them come apart at the seams.
Sard.
I grew slick against Declan. I wiggled, trying to get free.
“No,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against my hip. “Help them, Bloss.”
I reached out my hands.
“What do we do?” Ryan asked.
“Keep stroking.” I breathed, breasts heaving with desire.
I tried to push my power at them. But I couldn’t. I tried again. It was there, tingling beneath the surface of my skin. But it wouldn’t release. It was trapped. I looked up at them. Their eyes were fixed on me. If they watched, they’d see the price of my power. Sard. The geas wouldn’t let that happen.
“Close your eyes,” I ordered.
I grabbed their shirts from Declan’s face, and pulled them over my wrists, hoping the fabric would hide enough. I’d have to be exact, only use a bit of power.
Declan was facing away from me, so as long as he didn’t move, that wouldn’t be an issue.
I stared up at Ryan and Quinn, their faces contorted as they both stroked their lengths. And I let a tendril of peace unfurl from each hand. A green arrow of light shot toward each of the men. I hit them each on the head of their dicks. I focused, making the power swirl down their shafts, constricting and releasing, and constricting again. I reached their balls, ran my power smoothly like a snake across the surface and to the skin behind their sacs. Then I sent that little pulse of peace up into them from that sensitive spot, right to that little gland that made men roar.
Ryan bellowed as I watched as a fountain of cum erupted from him.
Quinn came shortly after, his spray jetting out, his eyes flying open and finding mine.
I released the tendrils of peace, sure to keep my throbbing wrists hidden. I ignored the pain there, because the throbbing between my thighs was so intense.
“Please, Declan,” I begged, grinding my hips up toward him so that there was no doubt what I was begging him for.
Declan reached between my thighs, stroking softly.
I groaned in frustration. “Declan, you put your mouth on me right now!”
He complied. His tongue flicked over my opening, stroking from top to bottom.
