Page 46 of A Kingdom of Death & Darkness
“Lift up,” he orders on the calmest tone, and I’d forgotten how wet he could make me with just the confidence of his voice.
I nod my head to him, and in one quick move, he pulls away my underwear in what I can only describe as a swift form of witchcraft. He smirks lazily at me, and I keep my hips in place as he pushes his big hand over the hard outline of Thorn’s cock beneath me. The warmth of his chest skims mine as he works with far too much seriousness. The scent of copper and wine tinge his breath. He’s pushing the fabric of the King’s pants away beneath me, and the closeness of Seven’s body so near mine has every nerve in my body rapid firing.
I slam my lips to his. Every single part of him reacts. His bloody palm snatches along my jaw, and he threads his fingers through my hair. Slickly, he kisses me back like he’s a starving man and only my affection can fill him. He breaks the kiss with a heavy gasp as he holds my gaze.
“Lift up for me, Crymson,” Seven murmurs along my lips, kissing me slowly while his hands dip down along my hips.
Lower he trails the heat of his palms. He covers my curves and lifts me little by little until...
Something smooth and hard bobs between my thighs. He slides me slowly down Thorn’s hardness, coating his cock in my wetness while he devours the whimpers along my tongue.
“You’re doing so good,” he praises, and I melt into his kiss.
I feel his right hand slip away from me, but it brushes beneath me, gripping around Thorn’s length and lining him up just right.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Crymson,” Seven promises, and a small nip of his teeth against my lower lip has flashes of summer sun and calming waves flickering through my thoughts.
He sucks hard at my lower lip while Thorn’s big hand sneaks between us. Thorn pushes back my dress once more and dips his fingers up my thighs. He slides between my folds while his cock teases my slit. A thickness stretches me slowly, sinking in ever so carefully while long fingers glide up and down, up and down.
When Seven pulls back from me, I can feel the warmth of heady attention on me. I peer back, and Thorn’s heavy gaze is shining down on me. My lips part without sound as he circles hard over my clit, and cocky amusement gleams in his eyes.
I rock my hips against him, and he meets my every thrust, every move, every fucking unraveling of my being.
“Go slow,” that calm and commanding voice whispers, and my lashes struggle to fully open as I look up.
Seven’s shirt is on the floor, and his pants hang loosely on sexy lean hips. His wrist rolls slowly as he pumps his palm all the way down his shaft to his tip over and over again.
“Come here,” he growls quietly, and I can’t take my eyes off of his prowling form as his knees knock against mine and spread me wider.
Thorn’s hand lifts from between my thighs to make room, but he doesn’t waste time pushing down the straps of my dress. Cool air wafts over my breasts as the dress pools at my hips between us. Seven’s watchful gaze holds mine as I struggle not to scream out with every thrust Thorn gives. Seven’s palm braces behind my head along the heavy wooden chair, and then I feel him. He slides over my clit and along my folds while Thorn pumps with aching slowness against my G-spot.
“I’ll adjust to you, okay,” Seven whispers against my lips between desperate kisses. “I’ll take care of everything.”
For a flickering moment, I remember how he grew and filled every part of me last time. How will he adjust with someone already filling me more than I can handle?
Big hands cradle me against a strong chest as he holds me just at the tip of his member. My breasts push against his smooth chest, and my lips part without sound. Seven’s lashes flutter as his length slides along Thorn’s and against my opening.
“Such a good girl, so wet for us,” Seven murmurs across my lips as his tongue flicks against mine. I thrust against their smooth hardness but Seven only shakes his head at me. “Go slow, go slow,” he whispers. “It’ll feel good, I promise,” he vows in a voice like sex and gravel.
His hands cover my hips with careful control. Ever so slowly, he sinks me down, stretching me good as his length slides over my clit and presses so firmly against the deepest part of me.
My moan is a shattering cry along his lips, but he silences the sound of it with tender, sexy kisses that never end. Their groans wash over me, showering me with every steady push and pull ofour bodies. Seven moves over me, rocking the entire chair back and forth as he fucks me and his King with everything he has.
The lusty energy of the room climbs higher and higher, and my lashes open hard when I hear Christian’s growl. He feeds messily from Carver’s wrist now, and the blood covering his chest is a frightening sight. He kneels for him, lower than I’ve ever seen him beneath any other royal. And he holds my gaze intently. My body shakes unnaturally. I physically can’t look away. I’m entranced by him.
You’re ours now, pet. Forever.
He releases his hold on me, and my nerves rapid fire all through my body. My lips part a shaking breath of ecstasy as I watch the two of them among the shadows, realizing how entangled my fae and vampires have all suddenly become.
Because of me.
Rorrick’s smirk is sexy and quiet as he comes to me. My fingers tangle in his, and I’m grabbing at his pants before he’s even close enough.
“So fuckin’ greedy,” he murmurs, and his big palm pushes hard over mine as I tease his thick outline from over his pants.
Seven slows, leading the three of us with his every move. He watches me with hooded attention as my fingers push aside the material covering Rorrick’s large outline. His dick bobs free, and my fingers wrap around his shaft as much as I can. Silky smooth beneath my touch, I have the sudden urge to memorize every thick vein and every inch of this beautiful man now bowing over me. His palm hits the back of the chair hard, and he trembles with every slow roll of my wrist.
I can’t catch my breath as I watch him. Seven won’t allow me to.
