Page 155 of Atop the Faerie Throne
The flames in his eyes flare a little brighter as he reaches forward and grabs my chin, pulling me off balance. Behind me, Lore groans as my ass tilts high in the air once more, his dick sliding between my folds.
Lore hisses, then bucks a little. “I take it back. I want out of the shackles.”
Drystan rolls his eyes. “Rhoswyn.”
He says my name like a prayer, and that alone is enough to make my nipples pearl into hard little buds.
“Yes, master?”
“I’ll give you one chance to make this up to me. Sit on the redcap’s face, put your hands behind your back, anddon’t move. If you can keep him silent for as long as it takes me to bind you, you won’t get spanked.”
I scramble to obey, throwing my leg over Lore and meeting his dark red stare as I grab the headboard and use it to help position myself.
The redcap definitely doesn’t mind the change. His tongue slips out, wetting his lower lip as he fixes his eyes on my already soaked pussy.
“Feed me, pretty pet,” he mumbles. “Goddess. I’m starving for you.”
I lower myself towards his face, only to jerk as something touches the bottom of my foot.
“What did I say?” Drystan asks, silkily, looping the rope around my ankle.
“Don’t move,” I repeat dutifully, then stiffen as Lore’s tongue snakes out.
“Lower,” the redcap pleads. “You don’t want to disappoint the bossy dullahan, do you?”
Fire lights up my right ass cheek, the smacking sound ringing through the room. “Rhoswyn, the redcap isstilltalking.”
I’ve never sat so fast in my life, and Lore’s answering moan of pleasure reverberates through my core. He nuzzles his mark on my inner thigh, making me gasp, then takes a long, languid lick straight through my centre. His lips and tongue set to feasting with all the enthusiasm of a starving man, arms straining against the restraints like he can break them and grab me.
“You three can play, but don’t get in my way,” Drystan says, threading rope up and down my thigh and calf. “Bree, present for you.”
Something shiny flies across the room, and I try to twist my neck and see what it is, but Drystan spanks my ass again.
“No. Moving.”
“You’re so beautiful, Rosie,” Jaro murmurs, crawling onto the bed on my left and pressing a kiss to his mark as he cups one of my breasts.
Goddess. I lock down every muscle in my body, but I can’t stop my head from inching to one side to give him easier access.
Drystan’s next slap comes at the same time that Lore decides to thrust his tongue inside me, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. The mattress jostles, but Jaro is kissing up my neck now. My lips part, hoping he’ll claim them next, but he bypassesmy mouth entirely, heading for the too-sensitive points of my ears like he’stryingto earn me another spank.
Except Jaro is my white knight. He’d never… would he?
“I can’t,” I whisper. “Jaro, I?—”
“You’re being so good for him, Rosie,” my wolf murmurs, breath washing over my throat. “You can keep still, can’t you?”
Drystan scoffs. “She’s already moved twice. Clearly, she needs a better incentive.”
I can barely focus on what they’re saying. My breath comes in little pants as Lore’s tongue swirls around my clit. My hips cant, grinding against him just the barest fraction.
The resulting spank is harder than the previous two, and he grips the flesh afterwards, prolonging the ache, before he returns to whatever he’s doing at my knee.
“Behave.”
Goddess, he needs to stop talking, or Lore is going to drown. Not that my redcap would care. No. He groans his appreciation, doubling down as a body crowds me from behind.
Something cold and wet presses against my ass, and a second pair of lips caress my neck from the other side.
