Page 25 of A Kingdom of Death & Darkness
Carver strokes his hands over my hot skin, driving me insane as Thorn lines up with my entrance.
“Yes,” I groan. “Please.”
My back slams into the rough wall as Thorn presses inside me gently, allowing me to stretch around him, so careful, as if I’m made of glass. Unlike Carver, he’s gentle and sweet with his movements, driving me slowly insane while Carver moans behind us, feeling it all as I glide down Thorn’s cock with nothing but an empty gasp against my lips.
“Fuck,” Carver groans, his own hand stroking slowly over his cock as he watches his brother take me against the cold wall. “Your pussy looks so good around his cock, clever girl.”
I reach for him even as I moan Thorn’s name. Carver comes over immediately, begging to be touched by me. Thorn spins me, still seated in me, so I can face Carver. Carver immediately falls to his knees and looks up at me as Thorn fucks me from behind. He strokes his hands along my thighs. Thorn jerks out of me, and Carver leans forward to lick the wetness from my clit. I cry out as he presses his fingers up inside me roughly, stroking them fast and hard while his tongue swirls around my bundle of nerves. My legs go weak immediately, but Thorn holds me up even as he trails his lips along my neck. They play me like an instrument, somehow moving like this is a choreographed dance I don’t know. When Carver pulls away, Thorn takes his place. When Thorn moves, Carver is there to fill the void. I turn into a puddle between them as first Thorn strokes inside me and then Carver does, driving me insane, bringing me close to the edge, and then dragging me away from it. After a while, I’m writhing between them, begging for release, desperate for it, the feeling of being stretched by both of them killing me.
“Please,” I beg, hungry for them both.
Thorn chuckles at my incoherent babbling after that, his eyes bright with desire as he strokes slowly inside me. “You want to finish, beloved?”
“I think she does,” Carver answers for me. “Listen to that pretty begging.”
Thorn begins to stroke inside me faster, and I immediately shatter, my body convulsing around his thickness. He tenses around me as I clamp around him, but before he even finishes, Carver rips me from Thorn’s cock and slams his own inside. There’s no gentleness with Carver. As he takes Thorn’s place, he fucks me so hard, I scream, shattering until my legs shake violently. He holds me up, fucking me until I see stars. Thorn remains pressed against my back, his breath along my neck, holding me between them like I’m something precious.
I scream, and Carver follows along with me, his grunts of pleasure harsh in my ear beside Thorn’s soft groans. Their wings come around us, wrapping us tight, enveloping me in a cocoon of safety as I ride the high of the multiple orgasms filling me. I don’t think I can speak, but neither of them seems to mind.
I’m exhausted. I don’t know if I can stand. Luckily, they don’t ask me to.
“Beloved,” Thorn whispers, carrying me over to the large black bed I assume is Carver’s. “You’ll need your rest.”
I grumble something, but I don’t know what I say or if they even understand me.
“I’ll be back,” he promises, kissing my shoulder. “Carver will look after you.”
As if to prove he will, Carver presses against me, cuddling me close, desperate for touch in a way I understand. Like me, he’s always wanted this. I don’t know how I know that, but I do. The connection between us is strange, a hungry beast I don’t know how to feed or tame.
Or if I even can.
I reach for Thorn, and his hand wraps with mine. “Rest,” he encourages.
I’m asleep before I’m even conscious of closing my eyes, exhausted, and a little less mad than I was before. Good sex will do that.
FIFTEEN
Crymson
It isn’tuntil a few days later that things take a different sort of turn. I go from spending my time hanging out with Delilah to Aerin coming crashing inside the room, his eyes wide as he finds me.
“He’s awake,” are the only words he says. They’re all he needs to say though. I’ve been waiting on those words since I arrived here in the Fae Kingdom.
I scramble to my feet from the bed and rush out into the hallway, Delilah following along behind me. She’d been in to visit Seven, too, but he hadn’t woken for her or me. But now...
“You’re sure?” I ask Aerin.
“Saw him with my own eyes before I came to get you,” the Guard Master answers. “Thorn has been notified.”
I’m running barefoot through the hallways to the infirmary before he finishes his sentences. When the doorway comes into view, I push myself harder, desperate to see him alive and well. I slide through the doorway on panicked feet, my eyes searchingthe room until they land on the vampire sitting up in bed. I rush forward, my eyes wide, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
“You’re awake!” I cry, and Seven immediately winces at how loud my voice is. “Sorry,” I say, lowering it. “How do you feel?”
Seven presses a hand against his forehead. “Wrong.”
“Wrong?” I repeat, glancing at Delilah with worry. “What does that mean?”
Thorn appears in the doorway, his eyes taking in Seven in the bed and the way I’m sitting on the edge, my hand wrapped around his fingers. “He was bitten by the undead,” he points out. “We had to utilize fae healing practices. He likely feels those effects,”
