Page 45 of The Huntsman's Heart
I’m pinning his arms to the ground with my knees, but he shakes his head. “Never.”
When I glance over at Alaric, I find his gaze on me still, his chest puffed out, body tense against the ropes binding him.
Is this a reaction to our training? Testing a theory, I drop the sword and replace my knees with my hands, scooting down Raban’s body until I’m sitting astride him.
Hunger flares to life instantly in the gargoyle’s handsome face, and his cock stirs between my legs. That calls something to life in me, a restless awareness I didn’t predict. It distracts me. Ifind myself rocking my hips to grind on the growing bulge of Raban’s cock, not knowing whether holding him down like this or Alaric’s gaze on us is what’s arousing me the most.
Is that jealousy on Alaric’s face? Does he want what he can’t have?
Maybe I’ve just found a new way to make him suffer.
The skirt I’m wearing today is one I’ve already cut off and tucked up, the better to move in. It’s a simple thing to tug it out of the way and yank aside Raban’s loincloth so that there’s no longer anything between us.
He draws in a sharp breath as I return to grind over him, hips lifting as much as they can under me.
Corvin laughs. “Well now we’re done for, princess, if you’re going to play dirty. And I don’t even mind losing that battle.”
I laugh softly, beckoning him over. “Then I suggest you throw down your weapon and surrender to me.”
His sword drops onto the dirt. Corvin strides to stand beside Raban and me, where I can reach him and run a hand up his thigh.
Évandre is watching from across the courtyard with interest. “Is this a game I am invited to join, princess?”
“Would you like to join us?” I ask him, regarding him speculatively.
In answer, his sword joins Corvin’s in the dirt and he moves closer. “Very much.”
Releasing Raban’s hands, I look up at Corvin and Évandre who are standing over us. “Are you as good with his sword as you are with your weapon?”
He smiles. “Shall I show you?”
“Yes, please.”
I have taken my eyes from Alaric, but I haven’t forgotten our audience. I am distracted for a moment, though, when Corvin unties his loincloth and Évandre drops his tunic to reveal anenormous cock hanging thickly against his thigh. He is bigger than Raban and Corvin. The shaft is thick and the crown even thicker, bulging at the tip and growing as he swells to life.
His muscular body is beautifully carved. His narrow hips and waist taper to a V, and his abs are defined in a way that makes me run questing fingertips over the contours. He stands still, cock rising to attention as I touch him, allowing me to explore his body. “Do I please you, princess?”
I smile up at him. “You are perfect.”
He reaches across me and takes Corvin in his hand, stroking the other male up and down. I’m growing wetter watching them, keeping Raban captive under me. I can’t help sliding a little over the firm thickness of his cock.
“Are they not perfect?” I call to Alaric. “Are you enjoying watching us?”
“I can think of other things I would rather be doing,” he says cryptically.
“I cannot. I cannot think of anything I would rather be doing.” As I say this I take Corvin and Évandre each in one hand and softly stroke them, drawing appreciative groans from my gargoyles. Raban throbs under me, pressed so firmly against me that the pulse of him between my legs sends an answering pleasure through me. “I think they are the biggest cocks I have ever seen.”
Alaric laughs. “I think you are trying to toy with me, but perhaps you did not get a good look at mine. Perhaps you should let me show you.”
“I am not interested in that pathetic piece of meat. You can serve them with your holes if you like.”
Alaric falls silent. I laugh to think of him brooding over my insult. I must admit, the idea of watching the others use him is appealing to me, thinking of him humiliated like that. I grip Corvin and Évandre more tightly and pump them with a steadyrhythm. Alaric can wait until I’m finished before I waste any more energy on him.
I think of the way Corvin and Raban pleasured each other with their mouths last night. Would something similar feel good for me? Obviously I’m not built the same way, but I’m curious. Crawling up Raban’s body, I hover above his face, watching him. “Will you lick me like you licked Corvin?”
His tail thumps the ground and he grips hold of my thighs as a huge grin spreads across his face. “I thought you would never ask.”
I let him draw me down onto his tongue, and the moment the warmth of his mouth meets my flesh I throw my head back and moan with delight. I have never felt anything so good.
