Page 27 of Atop the Faerie Throne
“I need to come,” I tell them.
I didn’t use my charm, but Lore’s tongue obliges, delving deeper and then withdrawing, only to fuck back into me again.
My dust sparkles in my peripheral vision, falling into their pale hair until both of them glitter in the candlelight. They’re beautiful like this, worshipping me together, and without meaning to, I search out Drystan again, sitting on his throne, watching.
I swear there’s a glint of approval in his eyes as he lords over us, like he enjoys seeing the redcap and Fomorian on their knees serving me almost as much as I do. His amber gaze sparks as I dance and tremble on the cusp of pleasure, and those deadly lips part.
“Come.”
That’s all I need.
I catapult over the edge with a shocked cry that makes Caed stop what he’s doing and lean away to watch. Pouting at the loss, I use my hold on his hair to force him back. He obliges me with light licks against my clit that soothe the ragged edges of the pleasure until the last tremors are gone.
“My turn,” Jaro mutters in my ear.
That’s all the warning I get before I’m lifted and carried back to the bed. The furs tickle my spine as he lays me back on them and lowers his mouth to mine.
He kisses me ferally, all teeth and dominance until my thighs part and I lift my hips to rub my core against the heavy hardness of his erection, but I just can’t seem to line us up.
Frustrated, I reach down, only to find both of my hands wrenched over my head and held there by one of Jaro’s.
“Not yet,” he murmurs. “You didn’t get the perfect ceremony. You’re at least going to get?—”
“Perfect is your cock in me,” I promise. “Right now.”
He chuckles, head dipping to nuzzle his mark at my throat until I cry out.
“But what if I want to see if I can make you come from playing with my mark alone?” he asks, all wolfish teasing.
“Compromise!” I cry, as he goes back to driving me out of my mind. “Do both.”
Like he was waiting for me to say that, the scorching head of him notches at my sex and presses forward, just an inch.
Goddess, the stretch is incredible, and I lift my ass higher, desperate to claim more of him as his teeth scrape over that mark.
“Jaro!” I scream, but the sound is stolen by Bree as he captures my lips and kisses me deeply.
The tawny hair on Jaro’s chest abrades the sensitive buds of my nipples as he finally sinks fully into me, and I gasp into Bree’s mouth as someone reaches between us to rub circles over my hypersensitive clit.
The rhythm my wolf shifter starts up is fast and desperate, as if he can sense how needy I am and wants to take pity on me. My pussy clenches, trying in vain to keep him inside as he pounds into my body hard enough to push me up the bed. The friction is perfect, and I moan into Bree’s mouth as Jaro hits a sensitive spot that makes stars dance behind my eyelids. His teeth dig into my throat as he funnels his pleasure through our new bond, dragging me with him into rapture a second time.
Bree doesn’t stop kissing me, as I gasp for breath and my head spins, drinking down the sounds of my orgasm as Jaro pulls away and I’m left empty and aching for more. The shifter releases my hands, and they automatically fall into my púca’s hair, playing with the silky soft fur of his ears until his eyes go lazy with bliss.
“Can I have your ass, dragonfly?” he asks.
I swallow as his fingers tap dance down from my clit to play in the mess Jaro left between my thighs. He spreads it around, using it as lube to sink one finger into my back door.
“Yes,” I hiss out, as he works his way deeper, fucking me slowly with it. “But I want the others as well.”
“Lore, you can have her mouth.” Drystan unfolds himself from the chair and approaches the bed with deliberate slowness. “Jaromir, watch the Fomorian.”
“I’m not going to fuck this up,” Caed objects, not drawing his gaze from where Bree now has two fingers scissoring my asshole. “I’ve got a hold on it.”
Drystan quirks a brow but lets the subject drop as he sits on the edge of the bed and pats his lap.
“Come here.”
Bree’s fingers pop free as I turn and crawl to him. The dullahan grabs my chin before I can straddle his hips, drawing my lips to his for a kiss.
