Page 17 of Bound and Beguiled

“Just like that, Reza. Don’t stop,” Emyr said, then twisted his fingers, pushing them so deep his knuckles flattened my lips against my pubic bone. He scissored them, pushing against my walls, stretching me, then thrust again, dragging his fingers over the top of my channel.

I screamed. That curved dick of his would do the same, I blurrily realized, and as I clenched around his fingers, feeling so full already, worry flashed only to be quickly smothered.

“Don’t. Stop,” he growled, punctuating his words with punishingly hard thrusts of his fingers. I bit down on Mared’s thigh, muffling my scream, and started finger fucking her again. The three of us moved in unison, bodies jiggling as sex filled the air.

I cried out as Emyr pulled his fingers away, my channel clenching painfully on nothing. Then I moaned, long and guttural, as the blunt head of his cock pressed against my opening. His right hand gripped my ass cheek, spreading me. His left hand pulled my hair, making my eyes roll back in my head. But I kept up my thrusts into Mared’s hot cunt, which was so wet she dripped down my wrist.

He pushed inside slowly, not pausing or speeding up. Inexorable. Every ridge entering me set off a firework of sensation, and by the time he was fully seated my whole body was shaking and every breath was a moan. He held still for a second, pressed deep.

Then he fucked me. There was no other way to describe it. I lost the ability to control my arm and just held it still, and he fucked both of us. The orgasm I’d been straining towards broke over me with the force of a hurricane, and stayed. My pussy clamped down, over and over, battered by Emyr’s magic cock.

This was a fucking awakening. I was reborn in pleasure. Oh, fuck, I never wanted it to stop!

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, yeah. Come all over my cock,” he grunted, hips pistoning. “Your turn, Mared. Make her nice and sloppy.”

He pushed my head, and I obediently opened my mouth. I couldn’t stop moaning, and he was fucking us so hard I couldn’t do much, but I flattened my tongue and rode it over her clit, remembering to curl my fingers as I did so.

She exploded. Her body arched high, belly and thighs trembling, and squirted, fluid soaking my face, my chest, the bed beneath us. She pulled her breasts taut, squeezing her nipples as her cunt clasped my fingers wetly.

It was so fucking hot.

Then Emyr wrenched my head up, pulling me upright against his chest, and pounded me. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and he let go of my ass in favor of pressing my clit. I screamed, coming and coming, until he finally cursed and went still as heat blossomed deep inside me.

Mared lay splayed before us, one hand lazily flicking a nipple while the other sank three fingers into her soaked cunt, the heel of her hand grinding and a hungry, predatory gleam in her eye as she watched Emyr’s cum leak out of me.

He relaxed, kissing the spot on my shoulder that was beginning to ache, and Mared scooted eagerly out of the way. Emyr lay back, hooking my legs with his so they spread wide, and pulled me against his chest. I felt the cum dribbling out of my well-used hole, making a mess on the fur around his still half-hard cock.

His arms came around me in a cuddle and he whispered in my ear. “Such a good girl. What do you think? Has Mared earned her treat?”

She was crouched in front of us, licking her lips and whining. So fucking gorgeous. “Yes,” I said. I’d give her the moon if she wanted it.

Emyr lowered one hand and tapped my still swollen clit. My cunt pulsed, pushing out a gush of our mixed cum. “Time to get to work, Mared. Clean us up.”

I came twice more before Emyr decided we were clean enough. Then we had to make another trip through the bathroom. As I drifted to sleep with the taste of all three of us on my tongue, surrounded by their warm bodies, I found it hard to believe it was really real. The idea that I was lying there, just having had absolutely amazing, mind-blowing sex where I’d not only satisfied my partners, but been satisfied in return—it was preposterous!

And yet, my body twinged with reminders of the pleasurable exertion, and Mared and Emyr were undeniably there. I could touch them. Ihadtouched them. And it had been unbelievably wonderful—earthy, filthy, and steaming hot.

I fell asleep trying to decide which I liked better: getting clean...or getting dirty.

Chapter Nine

Iawoke to a man cursing. My eyes peeled wide as I bolted upright. How had he found me?! Where was Katarina?!

“Shh, love, it’s ok. You’re safe.”

Mared? Memories of the night before rolled through me, brushing away the cobwebs of lingering dreams. I was at the Broken Crown, not Katarina’s. My Bwbachod–my Bwbachod?—had found out about the threatening notes, told Sid and the Riders, and I’d been put on lockdown. And then...

I focused on Mared, kneeling in front of me. On the bed. Naked. Heat pulsed between my thighs where, now that I was paying attention, I was pleasantly sore.Thatpart hadn’t been a dream.

“Godsdamnit. Sorry, Reza. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Emyr drug a hand through his hair as he stalked over to kiss me.

“It’s okay,” I replied automatically. Then my still-charging brain caught up with my eyes and I yelped, pulling him on top of me and peering over his shoulder.

“Good morning,” said Sid, not even trying to hide her shit-eating grin. Kynan and Efa stood beside her, silent, with unreadable expressions.

“A little privacy, please,” Mared harrumphed, glaring at the trio by the door. As one, they turned around, and I gratefully dressed in the t-shirt and sweats she floated from the bathroom.

“What’s going on?” I whispered. Efa had said they’d bring breakfast, but Sid and cursing wasn’t exactly the coffee and doughnuts I’d been expecting.

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