Page 218 of Conquered
“Shit, I can feel you in her throat,” Jax hisses, his hand tightening as Loki enters my throat, then withdraws. I movemy hand from his base, allowing him to thrust his whole length inside.
I can only moan and keen deep in my throat as they fuck both my ends in tandem, somehow finding a matching rhythm. Their thrusts start to grow frantic just as a fire lights in my core, spreading throughout my entire body until I’m blinded by it, screaming around Loki’s cock and clamping down around Jax’s.
They both give one final, hard thrust, filling me utterly and completely as they find their own climaxes with growls. My whole body turns to jelly as I come down from the highest peak, gasping as Loki pulls out of my mouth, leaving a trail of cum on my tongue.
He flops onto his back, panting, as Jax pulls out from my still pulsing pussy, and falls onto his back too. I let out a raspy breath, my own chest heaving, a film of sweat covering my body.
“Shit, Baby Girl,” Jax rumbles, his own breathing laboured.
“Best birthday wake up, ever,” Loki chuckles.
Ibite my ruby-painted lips, looking in the mirror as I finish putting my hair up in an elegant low bun, leaving some tendrils tickling my shoulders. A sigh leaves my lips as my hand lowers, the last pin in place.
We had a wonderful day in our dorm, celebrating Loki’s nineteenth birthday exactly as he asked—; watching nineties films on the sofas, eating junk food, and generally hiding away from everyone and everything. I gave him the retro Chili Peppers T-shirt that I’d ordered, which he put on straight away, looking fucking edible in the faded red cotton.
“Loki will be pleased that you dressed to match his eyes,” Ash tells me from the doorway, and I look into the mirror tosee him leaning against the frame, dressed in black tie.God, he’s gorgeous.
He’s right, I’m wearing a nineteenth-thirties emerald silk dress that is the exact green of Loki’s eyes. The top part is fairly loose, skimming over my bust, with thin silk straps that come up over my shoulders, falling all the way to my waist in the back, leaving my entire back exposed. There’s a fitted silk waistband that wraps around me, making my waist appear smaller than it actually is. The skirt flows around me like water when I move, the front slightly higher than the back—which touches the ground.
I watch as Ash stalks into the room, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and I’m reminded of the night Loki did the same. The night that I was forced to get engaged to Ash. I frown at the memory.
“You look too beautiful to be frowning, my love,” he whispers once he reaches me, his fingers trailing down my spine. My nipples pebble at the touch, a sigh escaping my lips.
“I hate this,” I whisper back, meaning it. I hate the forced situation, the fact that it’s tainted something that should be so beautiful. I hate that Loki isn’t here, on his birthday, because he’s having to escort his fiancée—an engagement that he’s also been pushed into—also, to the Valentine’s Ball.
“I know,” he replies, his own brow marred with a frown. He heaves a sigh. “Time to go, Princess.”
I turn to face him, looking up into those unfathomable grey orbs.
“For what it’s worth,” I begin, gazing deeply into the depths of his eyes, my soul trying to touch his. “A part of me loves the fact that I will be your wife.”
I watch as his nostrils flare, a roaring fire blazing in his eyes, his hand alighting on my hip and pulling me closer.
“All of me loves the fact that you will be my wife,” he responds huskily, his grip tightening. “Loves that I’ll have you ina way they won’t.” And he takes a deep, pained breath, closing his eyes for a moment. I know he feels the same guilt that I do, the guilt that comes from liking this situation, even though it’s been forced upon us.
“You ready, Baby Girl?” Jax calls out, striding into the room and breaking the moment.
I heave a sigh of my own, turning to face him and giving him a weak smile. He, like Ash, is wearing black tie and looks devastating.
“Yes,” I reply, shaking myself and taking a step forward. Ash’s hand falls from my hip as Jax holds his out for me to take.
“I might as well make the most of it,” he tells me as we exit the room.
“What?” I ask, my eyebrows dipping as I turn to look at him briefly as we head down the stairs.
“Once we leave this dorm, we can’t touch you, or be overly familiar with you,” Kai says, waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten since we spend all of our time here,” I reply in a quiet voice, biting my lower lip.
We descend into a weighty silence, no one quite knowing what to say.
“Come on, we may as well get this over with,” Ash suddenly says, taking my hand and pulling me to the door. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can come home.”
We follow him, as we always do, squaring our shoulders as if going into battle. I suppose, in a small way, we are. We don’t know how much our movements are being watched and reported back, clearly some are if Julian’s knowledge of my love life is anything to go by.
Chin up, shoulders back, Lilly.
Let’s show them that we’re made of sterner stuff than they think.
