Page 51 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
Just as I was about to cry out again, Fintan caught my voice with his lips on mine.
“Come inside me! Please. Both of you. I need to feel both of you,” I pleaded. No, begged.
I so desperately begged.
A growl emanated from Fintan’s chest, but I felt Makar’s magic buzz, influencing Fintan to allow Makar to fulfill my request.
Fintan lips pursed; his demeanor shifted.
“Fuck. I’m getting close. You heard her, Makar. Let’s fill our Queen,” the prince said.
If I weren’t being fucked into oblivion, I would’ve been shocked with Fintan. But I wanted to feel them both pulse inside me, to get lost in the ecstasy that I was feeling.
They picked up their paces faster, matching each other.
The room filled with the sound of our skin slapping and the headboard hitting the stone wall.
My gods, I have never felt this full before.
If I died now, then this was worth dying for.
Makar grabbed my hair roughly, pulling my head back as Fintan bit and sucked my neck, marking me.
My body started to shake.
“That’s it, Elara. Take us. Take what is yours,” Makar whispered in my ear.
“I’m coming!” I moaned.
As my body shook. I could feel my magic wanting to burst forth, but I kept it in check.
“Fuck,” Fintan groaned as he came deep inside me.
Makar followed suit and moaned behind me, his grip tightened on my hips. Their sounds gave me another orgasm as they emptied themselves into me.
Their hands trailed over every part of me—Fintan’s touch grounding, Makar’s like lightning. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest, but this wasn’t a battle. This was a surrender. A surrender I chose.
And gods, I never wanted it to end.
Makar pulled out and lay next to Fintan. I rolled off the prince’s hard chest and rested between them both.
“Holy Divine… that was the best thing that has ever happened to me,” I said, smiling, my head spinning from all the ale I’d drunk.
I still felt like I needed more, though.
Like a puzzle piece was missing.
“It absolutely was,” Makar said as he rolled off the bed.
Fintan was quiet.
Makar grabbed his clothes off the floor, and I watched him get dressed, admiring his sculpted body.
Fully dressed now, he faced Fintan and me. “My Lady,” he bowed and then turned to Fintan, “Your Highness. It’s been my pleasure. Please grab me anytime either of you… or both of you, want to play,” he grinned, and then right before he turned to walk out the door, I felt his magic brush against my shield.
Fintan grew hard again, and he rolled on top of me before the door even closed.
I knew Makar influenced Fintan just then. Influenced him so he wouldn’t feel weird about what had just happened.
