Page 159 of Atop the Faerie Throne
Rhoswyn
Bree’s words echo in my head, but the rest of me is floating. Incandescent pleasure hits me from all directions, and undercutting it are my bonds. I feel everything; Jaro’s amusement, Caed’s overwhelm, Lore’s impatience, Bree’s wonder, and Drystan’s smugness. I can tell how close my Fomorian is to the edge as I delve my tongue deep into the slit at the head of Jaro’s cock.
I groan as Caed’s next thrust hits a particularly sensitive spot, dragging me closer to the orgasm I’m not allowed. Holding it back becomes even harder when he releases one of my hips, lining up our marks and locking our fingers together. His breath whispers over my back as he presses his lips to the spot between my wings in a reverent kiss.
He hasn’t touched them once since we were in the Deep Caves, and I wiggle to try to move his touch to that place that will send me over the edge. The hesitation before he obliges makes me sigh, even as my own movement jostles that evil toy in myass. When those clever lips finally press against my wing joint, his thrusts stutter.
More. Please, Goddess. I just need?—
“Your dust is fucking addictive, little queen,” he murmurs softly, almost breaking my willpower entirely.
No. I promised Bree I wouldn’t come.
My orgasm is barrelling towards me in an unstoppable wave. In desperation, I try to funnel it to Caed to relieve the pressure.
His breath hitches, hips slamming against my ass a little harder as he empties himself inside me in a powerful rush of scalding hot pleasure that echoes down our bond.
Relief hits me hard and fast. I finally let go of the stranglehold I’ve had on my orgasm, crashing down after him as my mouth slips free of Jaro’s cock on a mewling cry that only grows in volume when someone—Drystan—reaches forward and mercilessly tugs on the rope along my spine.
Caed rolls off me a second later, collapsing into the chair beside the bed with a sigh. I drift in the aftermath, barely aware of the ropes being undone. They start with my hair, unwinding it and then my hands, massaging feeling back into tense limbs. The tender treatment continues as they unbind my legs, leaving me stretched out and boneless beside Lore.
Whose cock isstillvibrating.
“Look how perfect you’re being for us,” Drystan comments, and I bask in the rare praise. “But your redcap is starting to make a mess. Clean him up.”
My cheeks flame as I catch Lore’s crazed gaze. His mouth is stretched wide around the red fabric of his cap, and indeed his belly is painted with a thin line of precum. Risking my dullahan’s wrath, I tug the fabric free, claiming his lips in a fierce kiss before he can get himself in further trouble.
Unfortunately, the kiss doesn’t calm him down. His muscles strain against the restraints, fangs nipping at my mouth as I break away.
I trace my tongue down his chest, relishing in the way his ribs rise and fall with his ragged breaths as I swipe my tongue through the sticky trail. Lore’s salty sweetness blends with the taste of my own dust, and a shiver runs down my spine as I kiss down to where the crown of him is still red and hard. Lapping at the slit, I groan when the hook in my ass is tugged, dragging my focus back to where Jaro, Bree, and Drystan still wait.
The latter of whom are still both fully dressed.
“Can you take more?” Jaro asks gently. “Or do you want a rest?”
“If you leave me like this all night,” Lore says, voice devoid of all humour. “I swear to the Goddess I will blink a baby tunnel wyrm into your bath.”
Smiling, I slip from the bed, drop to my knees in front of my wolf and bring my hands up to cup his heavy balls.
His back straightens, cock slapping lightly against my cheek as I play with them before switching to stroking his shaft in long, leisurely strokes.
“You know, he sounds serious,” Bree tells Drystan, still grinning. “Perhaps you should take pity on him.”
“He goes last.” Drystan comes to stand on my other side, unlacing his leathers. “It’ll teach him not to blink my head to random places just because he’s bored.”
My burst of laughter is bright, and undoubtedly not the correct response if the flames in Drystan’s eyes are anything to go by. His fingers curl under the chain around my neck, tugging me towards his pierced cock.
“I have all night to punish you, huntress. Don’t test me.”
“Sorry, master.” I kiss the tip in apology.
That grip on my necklace falls away, and his hand cups my face. “You will be.”
Without warning, his warm fingers tangle in my hair, urging me forward. I play with every single piercing as I greedily obey. He controls it all. How deep I take him, how fast, even when I breathe. For all that he’s using my mouth, our mating bond is vibrating with watchful, worshipful reverence. It’s obvious that he’s right there, monitoring my every single reaction, ensuring nothing he does is ever too much.
I might be the one on my knees calling him master, but it’s never been clearer who serves whom.
He pulls my mouth away, hissing out a breath when my hand falls to his base to stroke him alongside Jaro. The grip in my hair turns petting, almost dangerously tender, as he brushes a strand behind my ear, and I relax into it without meaning to.
