Page 62 of Empire of Wrath and Ruin
The heat in my cheeks had nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the way Sirrax's golden eyes seemed to burn in the darkness. I could feel his desire through our bond, could sense how the sight of me surrounded by my other mates was affecting him. Jalend had shifted in his chair, leaning forward slightly as he watched Antonius's mouth work against me.
"They're not sleeping anymore," I whispered breathlessly, my words barely audible over the soft sounds of pleasure filling the room.
Marcus's rhythm faltered again as he followed my gaze, taking in our audience. But instead of stopping, he increased his pace.
"Good," he growled against my neck, his next thrust deeper than before. "Let them see how beautiful you are when you fall apart for us."
Antonius chose that moment to suck hard on my clit, and the sensation shattered what remained of my control. My climax hit me like lightning, tearing through my body with an intensity that left me gasping and shaking. I let go of Septimus, reaching down to slide my fingers through Antonius’s hair, whether to pull him away or keep him there, I wasn’t sure.
The waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again, my body trembling as Antonius continued his relentless attention. Marcus stilled inside me, his own breathing ragged as he fought for control, waiting for my climax to subside before resuming his rhythm.
"Beautiful," I heard Sirrax murmur from across the room, his voice thick with desire. The knowledge that he was watching that they were all watching me come undone, sent aftershocks through my already oversensitive body.
When I finally came down from the peak, I was boneless against Marcus, my limbs heavy with satisfaction. But the heat in my core hadn't diminished—if anything, seeing the desire in all their faces only made me want more.
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Marcus pulled out of me, and I gave a soft cry or regret which made him laugh.
“Oh I’m not done with you yet. I just want to see those beautiful lips of yours wrapped around my cock as I fill you with my cum. Now, get on your knees.”
I sucked in my breath, but did as he ordered, rolling over and onto my hands and knees. He pressed the head of his cock against my lips, and I opened my mouth, letting him slide in as deep as he could.
“Fuck, that is so hot,” murmured Antonius, fisting his cock. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around him at the same time and he groaned.
Marcus's hands slid into my hair, guiding me down over his shaft as he gently thrust deeper.
I could taste the salt of his skin, feel the way his breath caught each time I worked my tongue around him. The dual sensations were overwhelming—being filled and filling, taking and giving pleasure simultaneously.
"Gods, Livia," Marcus groaned, his voice rough with need. "You feel so perfect like this."
Antonius's hand joined mine on his length, our fingers intertwining as we worked him together. His breathing was ragged, and I could see the tension building in his shoulders, the way his muscles coiled with approaching release.
Behind me, I felt the bed dip as someone settled between my spread thighs. Warm hands gripped my hips, and I moaned around Marcus as I felt the blunt head of another cock pressing against my entrance. Septimus, I realized, as he pushed into me with one smooth thrust that had me seeing stars.
The dual sensation—Marcus filling my mouth while Septimus claimed me from behind—was overwhelming. I could barely think, could barely breathe, lost in the rhythm they established together. When Marcus pulled back, Septimus thrust forward, keeping me constantly filled, constantly stretched between them.
The feeling of being completely surrounded, completely claimed by them, made every nerve ending sing with pleasure. I could feel Septimus's restraint in the careful way he moved, the gentle grip of his hands on my hips as he fought to keep his rhythm steady despite the way I was clenching around him. Then suddenly he thrust deep inside me, his hips snapping forward as he cried out sharply. I pulled away from Marcus, looking around to find Tarshi on his knees behind Septimus, his cock buried deep inside him. The sight of them locked together, the expression of shock and lust on Septimus’s face sent heat flooding through me. I watched for a moment, as Tarshi began to fuck Septimus slow and hard, driving himself deeper every time, and forcing Septimus deeper inside me.
"Look at you," Marcus breathed, his voice strained as he watched the erotic display. "Taking all of us so perfectly." His grip in my hair tightened as he pulled my head back around, butthis time he guided my mouth to Antonius. I ran my tongue over his shaft, loving the deep rumble that came from him as I did so.
I opened my mouth to take Antonius in, feeling the familiar weight of him on my tongue as his hands threaded through my hair. The taste of him, salty and masculine, made me moan around his length. Behind me, the rhythm between Tarshi and Septimus had found its pace, each of Tarshi's powerful thrusts driving Septimus deeper into me with a force that made my vision blur.
"That's it," Antonius breathed, his voice rough with restraint as I worked my mouth over him. "Just like that, love."
The room filled with the sounds of our joined pleasure—soft moans, ragged breathing, the rhythmic movement of bodies finding their release together. I could feel eyes on us from across the room, could sense Sirrax and Jalend watching our intimate dance with barely contained desire of their own.
Septimus's rhythm was becoming erratic as Tarshi drove into him relentlessly, and I could feel through our bond how close he was to losing control completely. One hand clamped down on my hip, holding me steady, the other between my legs, circling my clit as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.
"I can't—" Septimus gasped, his hands gripping my hips almost painfully tight. "Tarshi, I'm going to—"
"Not yet," Tarshi commanded, his voice rough with authority. "Wait for her."
The demand sent a thrill through me. I could feel my own climax building again, the dual stimulation of Septimus inside me and the taste of Antonius on my tongue pushing me toward another peak.
"Harder," Septimus pleaded.
“She comes first,” ordered Tarshi. “Then I’ll let you come too.”
