Page 102 of Across an Endless Sea

“Poor pet, you’re dripping for us.”

Jaro, still watching my face for any sign of discomfort, trails his fingers down my breastbone, across my navel, and then down to my mound. When those digits run through my wetness, his breath catches, and he growls again before cutting the sound off. I clench on nothing, suddenly keenly aware of this new emptiness inside me.

His forefinger traces down again, swirling through my folds, collecting my moisture and spreading it upwards to the bundle of nerves that—

“Goddess!” I catapult off the mattress, damn near electrified by the simple touch.

Both of them chuckle this time.

“So sensitive,” Lore croons. “Let me make you come, pet. You’re going to love this. I promise.”

His hands have moved north while my attention was caught on Jaro’s finger. Now both of his thumbs are brushing light strokes against the very outer edges of my core. Jaro’s finger withdraws, and I almost miss the sight of him bringing it to his mouth and groaning as Lore’s thumbs venture inwards and then spreads my lower lips open.

I’ve never been so vulnerable, yet with the way Lore’s jaw has gone slack and his eyes have glazed with desire, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so desired either.

Then when his shoulders settle against my inner thighs, wedging me open, I remember again why I was supposed to be embarrassed.

“Lore,” I protest.

“Please,” he begs, his breath fanning over the juncture of my thighs. “Please, let me taste this fucking delicious cunt. I’ll go mad if I don’t.”

Lore—and fae in general, I’ve noticed—never seem to use the word please. Hearing it cross his lips feels wrong. My head falls back in surrender. I don’t have the strength to argue—or debate the fact that he’s probably already mad—and I’m rewarded with the first stroke of his tongue. Warm, wet, lapping.

“Oh!”

Lore’s tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves at the top, and I just about arch off the bed; or I would, if Jaro didn’t choose that moment to suck my nipple back into his own mouth. Sensations run riot in my body, all of them unfamiliar, overwhelming, and yet equally euphoric. Something is building, and I don’t know what.

“Please,” I whisper, surprised how broken my voice sounds. “I need…”

I don’t know what I need.

Lore apparently does. His hands shift, and suddenly something is pressing insistently at my weeping slit.

“So wet,” he hisses, as he sinks his finger inside to the first knuckle.

My whole body clenches, and I almost weep in relief at having something filling me. Not that it stays there for long. Lore withdraws, and I moan in protest, only to sigh as his finger returns, deeper this time. Pumping slowly, gently. I feel so full, and I clench slightly with panic as I realise that this is just a finger.

“Shhh,” Lore whispers. “Don’t worry. We’ll fit.”

I open my mouth to protest that no, they won’t, when Jaro looks up. “The Goddess picked us for you,” he says. “She wouldn’t do that if we were incompatible.”

Danu has been making some rather questionable decisions, but I can’t bring myself to point that out to him, especially as Lore starts to press in a second finger.

“Lore,” I whine, gasping at the tight fit.

“Relax,” he croons.

Then he does something—I have no idea what—but there’s a strange, rubbing pressure on the front wall of my sex. Each soft caress of that spot, which I had no idea even existed until now, sends pleasure rocketing through my abdomen. When he lowers his head and times his next lick with another motion of his fingers, I explode.

Every muscle tightens, and it feels like my soul bursts out of my body as I’m launched off a cliff by an avalanche of pleasure that ricochets out from my core to touch every part of me. I let out a small scream, but it’s muffled by my teeth sinking into my lower lip.

Jaro makes a noise that sounds a little like a grunt of distress and his mouth descends on mine, forcing my jaw open, freeing my lip, and swallowing the mewls of pleasure that erupt as my body shudders and trembles.

It’s only when the tremors still running through my body have completely subsided that he pulls away, letting me breathe.

“What—” I cut off my question, not wanting to seem clueless.

Lore’s satisfied expression and the sight of his glistening wet chin make me blush. “Was that your first orgasm, pet?” he asks, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

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