Page 24 of A Kingdom of Death & Darkness
The corner of his lips quirks up. “I can change your mind.”
“You’re welcome to try,” I tease.
My heart pounds with the sound of his heavy footfalls as he closes the space between us. His hand is in my hair before I even see him move, my head wrenched backward as he towers over me. “You belong here,” he growls. “You want a family? I’ll give you something better.”
“What’s that?” I rasp, looking up at him with my head tilted back.
“A place to belong,” he grunts, before his lips are on mine.
Kissing Thorn feels like falling into a thorn bush, not because he pricks me but because it feels like you’re tangled up in vines you can’t extract yourself from. When his lips move over mine, it drags every bit of desire for the man to the surface despite my endless anger with him. Pressing against him there, my hand automatically goes to the hardness I can feel in his pants. He groans against my lips at the same time that Carver groans behind me. When Carver presses against my back, my whole body short-circuits. I’m sandwiched between them, their wings hovering around me, and I’ve never felt...safer.
“You were made for us,” Thorn purrs against my lips. “I would have preferred you all to myself but?—”
“We’re bonded,” Carver groans as his hips roll against my ass, and I arch even more for him. “I may have resented this connection before, but I’m definitely enjoying it now.” His hands trail up my waist, teasing, caressing, while Thorn does the same. Their hands trail over my body, ensnaring me, driving me insane while they stroke every inch of my skin. I stop trying to hide the desire I feel and reach for the edge of my shirt.
Carver beats me to it. The warmth of his hands skims up my ribs so slowly it’s agony before he finally skims over my breasts just as the shirt is tossed somewhere in the darkness. He stripsme bare so fast, I almost miss it. The cold air touches my skin and makes my nipples pebble. They’re driving me insane every second, until I’m desperate for them.
“Please,” I moan when Thorn dips down and trails his teeth along my collarbone. “Please,” I gasp.
“You beg so pretty,” Carver purrs along my neck as he presses against my back, his hands leaving trails of fire behind. He spins me, much to Thorn’s annoyance, so that I’m facing him. “That pretty mouth would be beautiful wrapped around me.”
His finger brushes along my lower lip, and I can’t take my eyes off of him. His head tips forward, leaving only heated breaths between us.
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll do just that,” I tease, and he groans along my lips, almost kissing me but not quite.
“I’m such a good boy,” he whispers before slamming his lips to mine in the most sinful claim. Unlike Thorn, Carver’s kiss is desperate, starving, as if he’s waited his whole life just to taste me. Where Thorn takes his time, Carver consumes me so fast, it should give him a stomachache. His hands twist in my hair as he takes control. Thorn presses against my back, his wings gently caressing around us. I can hear him moving around, hear the sound of clothing being removed, but I can’t turn to look while Carver has a demanding hold on me.
“You can tell us to stop,” Thorn says along the back of my neck.
“Why would I do that?” I murmur.
“If you get overwhelmed.”
Fat chance of that happening. I’ve imagined this happening since I met them. I’ve thought of Thorn since our training session where I’d straddled him. I’ve thought of Carver since our first kiss. This has been a long time coming, and I want nothing more than to taste both of them. Every. Single. Inch.
At the same time?
My racing thoughts are pulled back to reality as my hands trail over Carver’s bare stomach. Lean muscle jumps beneath my palm, and I want to touch every part of him in a way that seems like he’s never been touched before. Despite my desire to take it slow, my hand slips down to the button of his pants and slips it aside. Darkness pools in his pretty eyes as he kicks the clothing away with ease, his cock standing proud in front of him. And it’s a really nice cock. Fae men are apparently well-endowed. The urge to taste him slams into me so strongly that I find myself falling to my knees despite his hold on me. His fingers loosen in my hair, but he never lets go as I wrap my hand around the base of his length.
Carver groans at the same time as Thorn does. The purr of their pleasure curls around the room. For the first time, I wonder if their connection goes both ways. It’s hard to know. I probably should have asked more questions, but it’s hard when two sex gods are pressing against you and offering to give you the Eiffel tower of your dreams.
I lick the smooth tip of Carver and relish the guttural sound he makes in his throat as I swirl my tongue around him before sliding down every inch. His hands tighten in my hair and force me deeper, almost making me gag, before he lets me up for air and strokes gently past my lips over and over again.
“You look so perfect like this,” Carver purrs. “Wait until I’m on my knees for you.”
Thorn’s hand in my hair pulls me from Carver’s cock only to present his own waiting one. Unlike Carver, Thorn’s is just as I’d imagine. The thorns breaking his skin circle the base of his cock, but they’re not sharp, just polished, hard imperfections that I can’t stop touching and thinking about.
“I trimmed them,” Thorn admits when he realizes I’m staring.
I glance up at him. “That doesn’t hurt?”
His dark starlight eyes hold mine, and lightly, he shrugs. In his nonanswer lies the truth. It does hurt, but he did it so they wouldn’t cut me. To make me feel good, even. Realizing he did so makes me want him more. I pop open my mouth and take him in ever so slowly until I’m sucking him deep. Carver groans as he feels it, too, until they’re both panting with desire. I taste them both like that, alternating who’s in my throat, hungry for them. I slide my tongue down the wet length of Thorn’s thick cock, only to glide over the shaft of Carver’s, stroking and teasing and wanting the both of them so badly, I’m literally pulsing between my thighs with desire. I’d have happily stayed just like this, enjoying myself, until Thorn ends up lifting me from the floor and into his arms.
“That’s it,” he growls out.
My thighs wrap around his hips as my fingers dig into his smooth solid shoulders. Big hands grip my ass, spreading me while another solid length skims against my curves from behind.
“I need you,” he groans against my lips as he kisses me slowly, flicking against my tongue and making me crazy with every touch. “I need to feel you wrapped around me,” he murmurs.
