Page 75 of Storm of Stars
The sensations were overwhelming, beautiful…perfect.
“Hey Thorne,” Zaffir whispered, his voice darkening on the edges into that dominant tone I loved so much.
“Yes?” Thorne replied from his place at my feet, his mouth and fingers toying with the skin above my waist band.
“If I need our girl to come for each of us at least two times, how many orgasms is that?” he asked, and I felt my core tighten at his words.
Thorne smiled up at me from his knees. His eyes flicked deviously from me to Zaffir. “Does she need to come for herself too?” he asked as his fingers played with the fastener of my pants. I was moments away from swimming his hands away and pulling my clothing away myself.
“Hmm, great question,” Zaffir said, pressing a kiss to my lips. “What do you think, Brexlyn? Think you can show your Wildguard how you like to be touched?”
I moaned into his mouth and Briar’s fingers pinched the hardened peak of my nipples from behind me. I leaned my head back onto her shoulder.
“Answer me, Brexlyn, or I’ll make them stop,” Zaffir ordered.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“You heard the lady, Thorne,” Zaffir said, smiling wickedly.
“Two for each of us, that’s ten,” Thorne whispered against my skin.
My eyes widened. “That’s not possible,” I replied, an edge of thrill and panic lacing my words.
Zaffir gripped my chin in his fingers and forced my eyes to his. “Did you forget that your Wildguard is known for rising to challenges?”
I shook my head, biting my lower lip with a smile.
“Thorne, take off her pants,” Zaffir ordered, without ever pulling his eyes from me.
“Gladly,” he replied. I could practically hear the smirk in his tone. A few moments later, his fingers hooked in my clothing, and pulled it down until the cool air brushed against my sensitive skin.
I felt Thorne’s hands slowly traveling up my bare legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My core was wet and waiting, practically begging to be touched by my Wildguard. Ezra’s mouth found my earlobe and his tongue and teeth took turns tasting my skin. Briar’s fingers continued their gentle and sensual exploration of my hardened nipples, while Zaffir locked my eyes in place.
Thorne’s fingers trailed along my thighs, then gently he pressed them open. My core was exposed to them, and I felt my body trembling with anticipation of Thorne’s fingers working me. His fingers rose, gently tracing tempting lines along my inner thighs as his touch climbed toward my center. I moaned at the anticipation.
“Stop” Zaffir said, and with that one word, he commanded us all. Thorne and Briar’s hands slipped away from my skin, Ezra’s kisses ceased and I felt a whimper escape my mouth.
“Give us two, Brexlyn. Then you can have us,” he promised in that dark, infuriatingly sexy tone. Then with a single kiss to my lips, he took a step back and his eyes trailed down my body toward my glistening center.
My other Wildguard sat around me, their bodies close enough for me to feel their presence, but not close enough to touch me, and my skin was desperate for them. I felt Briar shiftso she could see me more clearly, her dark eyes hungry and warm.
One by one, they lowered their gazes to my core. And so I gave them the show they were asking for.
My fingers inched toward my center. Which was so needy and desperate, I knew it wouldn’t take long to give them their first orgasm that they required of me. The first swipe of my fingers through my wet center elicited a moan from my mouth that was echoed by the others. Yeah. It wasn’t going to take long at all.
I pressed my fingers onto my clit, applying the perfect pressure. I felt the climax cresting as my thighs shook. My breathing began to hitch, coming faster as I chased my orgasm. When it hit, I felt my body tense and then release, my fingers still on my center and I felt the pulsing of my climax rush through my skin.
“Fuck,” Thorne whispered, licking his lips like a starving man looking at his next meal. I needed his mouth on me.
“Good girl,” Zaffir praised.
“Very good,” Ezra echoed, his lips hovering dangerously close, yet not close enough to my ear.
“One more, Brexlyn, then you get us,” Zaffir promised. And I nodded, a pliant, desperate girl lost in sensation and desire.
I slid my fingers into my wet channel, and I could still feel my walls pulsating with my first orgasm. I could hear how wet I was. My own release coating my fingers. I let my head lull back as I pleasured myself. Feeling their eyes on my body, watching me as I made my body sing with lust, was like an aphrodisiac. Within a few minutes of feeling my fingers curl within my body, I felt another climax begin to crest.
“That’s it, baby,” Briar whispered.
