Page 59 of A City of Emeralds and Envy
Riordan lets go of my hand and gets up from the mattress, licking my arousal from his broad lips. He stands at the end of the bed, surveying the three of us, and for a moment I fear that he thinks there is no room for him.
“Stay,” I beg him.
“We all need rest. And I don’t sleep well with others.”
“Try it. We’ll give you a bit of space, just beyond Caer, see? The bed is big enough.”
Caer stops nibbling at my earlobe and says, “Can it be? Is the studious researcher going tocuddlewith me at last?”
“Keep dreaming,” snarls Riordan. He drapes his long body at the very edge of the mattress beyond Caer, maintaining space between them. The lighted orbs in the room dim their glow, and my mind begins to blur with sleep. Before I completely succumb, I wonder if Dorothy is all right, alone in her room. She did not belong in this medley with us, but I hope she is comfortable. Though I can’t imagine anyone being nearly as comfortable as I am right now.
I wake in a knot of interlaced limbs, with Jasper’s face pressed to the back of my shoulder and Riordan’s breath warm on my lips. Caer is curled up at the end of the bed, the semicircle of his body encompassing all our feet. While we were asleep, he must have been busy—he has piled every pillow, sofa cushion, blanket, sheet, towel, and bit of spare clothing all around us, making the bed into a large nest. His tail is curled around my ankle.
Though he seems to be asleep, Riordan is erect, his hardness prodding my belly. I crave him again, with a hollow need beyond the fiercest hunger I’ve ever felt. Slowly I adjust my position, curling my body and shifting my hips, hooking my leg over his hip until the head of his cock touches my center, a warm, blunt pressure. I want so desperately to push forward, to draw him inside me, but first I whisper, “May I fuck you?”
He stirs, and without opening his eyes says, “Always.”
With a soft moan I rock my hips forward and impale myself fully on his cock. For a moment I simply rest there, enjoying the connection.
His dark lashes part, and his scarlet eyes gleam into mine. “Kitten.”
My pussy flutters. “Say it again.”
“Kitten,” he says, deeper, richer.
“Oh gods.” I move my body on him, slow deep thrusts. The motion stirs Jasper behind me, and his warm hand slides over my breast.
“Mind if I join you?” he asks Riordan in a soft, sleepy voice.
“Mm,” says Riordan, and I murmur, “Yes,” though I’m not sure what he has in mind.
Jasper lifts my leg, the one I arched over Riordan’s hip, opening me wider.
A trembling warmth stimulates the lips of my sex, and I recognize the feeling of magic. The Scarecrow is doing something to me, to ease the way for whatever he’s planning. He swirls his fingers around the place where Riordan and I are joined, collecting my arousal. Then he paints my asshole with the wetness before working one finger inside that tight opening.
“Shit,” I breathe, freezing.
“Trust me.” Jasper kisses my shoulder, working a second finger into my hole.
Riordan helps him hold my leg up as the Scarecrow eases his slim cock into my rear channel. He takes his time, while I gasp, eyes watering at the faint burn and the overwhelming sense of fullness. Another warming rush of magic, and the burn disappears, leaving only the satisfying bliss oftwoFae cocks in my body.
Both males begin to move at once. Riordan’s huge cock rolls through me slickly, easily, while Jasper’s tugs a little with every thrust.
“I can feel you inside her,” Riordan grits out. “Gods, that’s good.”
And then Jaspervibratesinside me, and Riordan barks out a harsh sound of shocked pleasure—a sound I’ve never heard from him before. I moan at the same time, utterly and blissfully stimulated. I don’t even have to try for this climax—it’s coming to me, surging nearer with every powerful thrust of Riordan’s hips, every buzzing thrust of Jasper’s incredible dick.
Caer is awake now, blinking at us with sleepy violet eyes. He crawls around our bodies, up to the head of the bed, and slides his cock across Riordan’s cheek, right over the gash that exposes Riordan’s teeth. Riordan turns his head, opening his lips slightly, and Caer rubs his cock across them, right through the groove of Riordan’s parted mouth, over and over. Mesmerized, I watch the two men I love joined in this lewd act, while my body is stuffed with cock and my mind overwhelmed with the scent of their skin, their heat, their arousal.
A stronger vibration from Jasper jolts through Riordan and me, and I clutch his arm, half-screaming, “Fuck, fuck,” as the orgasm explodes star-bright through my clit. Riordan roars aloud with the force of his climax, his body shuddering against mine, and Caer comes with a spurt that dapples my face with his cum. Jasper is coming too, pumping a hard release into my ass, moaning sweetly against the back of my neck.
We drift into sleep again, and this time Riordan doesn’t protest being woven into the knot of everyone’s limbs. I wake on my back, with Caer parting my legs and petting my pussy, and when I nod he slides in, fucking me while I lie between Riordan and Jasper. The little barbs along his dick lock us together again, and when he’s done, he exhales a great sigh of relief before pulling out and falling asleep between my legs, with his face pillowed on my lower belly.
Somewhere deep in the dreams that follow, I become aware of a thumping. No, a pounding, knocking—louder and louder—until suddenly there’s an explosion I can’t ignore—a thunderous, concussive blast that startles me upright.
And there, in the doorway of my bedroom, with her hands outstretched and her eyes blazing, is Dorothy. Fiero stands staunchly at her side, yapping an alarm. What used to be the bedroom door is now a pile of dust.
“By the stars,” growls Riordan, dragging a pillow over his crotch. “What the fuck are you doing?”
