Page 49 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
My breath came in short gasps as I reached for them both, sliding my hands beneath their shirts, pushing fabric away. Fintan’s skin was warm, tense with restraint. Makar’swas smooth, electric, like every part of him vibrated with magic barely held in check. I undressed them slowly, watching their faces as each layer came off, both of them caught between anticipation and reverence.
They didn’t touch each other.
Not yet.
Their focus was entirely on me.
They quickly removed their trousers, and my eyes went wide seeing them both in front of me, completely exposed.
“What’s the matter, love? Never seen two cocks at once before?” Makar quipped.
No. No I have not.
My mouth watered.
I didn’t even have words. Only feelings.
Makar was as beautiful naked as he was clothed. His cock was appealing—slightly bigger than Fintan’s.
Fintan’s lips returned to mine, his hands exploring with a mixture of hunger and awe, as if he didn’t know where to touch first. Makar trailed kisses down my spine, his fingers dancing along my sides like a sculptor learning every curve. I felt worshipped. Not just touched—but seen, wanted, claimed.
We all went to the bed.
“Look at her,” Makar whispered to Fintan, his voice dripping with unfiltered desire. “She’s stardust in a storm.”
Fintan didn’t respond with words. Instead, he cupped my face with both hands, drawing me back into a kiss so deep and desperate it stole the breath from my lungs.
“Lay down,” I suddenly demanded, my attention toward Fintan. He did exactly that.
Makar knelt next to me on the bed. I started to pump Fintan’s hard length up and down, while I kissed Makar.
Needing more, I pulled away and knelt down, never taking my eyes off Fintan as I placed him in my mouth.
“Gods, Elara. That feels so good,” Fintan moaned, his head pushing into the pillows.
Makar moved behind me. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but just as quickly as I thought that, his mouth found my dripping center, and he licked me up and down. I moaned with Fintan in my mouth.
“You taste so delicious,” Makar said, his voice a deep decadence. He picked up his pace more, licking my sensitive bud and pushed his fingers inside of me.
ThankFyrenth. This was the best damn thing that has ever happened to me.
Makar pulled away, but I kept my mouth bobbing up and down on Fintan. His strong hands pushing my head down to take him further.
Makar leaned in, “Let me have a taste of the prince,” he said. I pulled my mouth away as Makar dragged his tongue up the prince’s perfect cock. Fintan flinched with a slight hiss, but didn’t pull away.
“Join me,” he whispered.
My heart beating in my chest, I leaned down. My tongue traced the bulging veins of Fintan’s cock as Makar followed. Together, we licked the prince up and down.
Before I could even think, Fintan, with expert speed, grabbed me and placed me on his face.
“Ride me,” he said as his hands reached up and grabbed my breasts.
I sat myself on Fintan, and his mouth devoured me. I rocked my hips over his mouth, and my orgasm built. Makar wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing my neck. He grabbed my chin and turned my face and kissed my mouth as I came on Fintan.
I broke away from our kiss, screaming Fintan’s name as I came undone.
“Gods, you are perfect,” Makar whispered. “Do you think you can take us both, Elara?” He asked as he pulled me down Fintan’s body.
