Page 24 of Bound and Beguiled

“Now!” Efa commanded. “Come now!” She said something more, probably something sweet and filthy, but I couldn’t hear her over Mared and my screams.

My pussy clamped down with each blinding rush of pleasure, and, fuck, they didn’tstop. I kept coming, and coming, every iota of delayed pleasure barreling over me like a tsunami.

Emyr swore, and I felt his teeth break the skin of my shoulder as he plowed my ass.

Kynan pulled his head away and kissed him deeply. “Fill her up, Pet,” he grunted against Emyr’s mouth, smearing my blood between them. “Come for me like a good boy.”

Emyr’s thrusts faltered, then his cock pulsed and he groaned, stilling.

Kynan snarled. He wrapped one hand around the back of Emyr’s neck, the other tangled in the center of my harness, and let go. If I’d thought last night was intense, he proved I had a lot left to learn. His cock shuttled back and forth, each ridge bumping over my clit and rubbing that spot inside that Emyr had introduced me to.

I ran out of breath to scream and just hung there as my body burned and shone. Something about the pleasure shifted, swelling, and I opened my eyes wide, arching as it burst from me in a rush of ecstasy that soaked us both. Mared moaned and I felt her tongue lapping at me, hungrily gathering every drop of fluid she could.

I was barely conscious when Kynan cursed and held me close as his fat cock filled me with heat.

I didn’t open my eyes when the ropes slithered away, freeing my arms at last. I only sighed when I was lowered to the ground. Hands massaged my shoulders and Mared nuzzled close. She trailed kisses over my chest, down my belly, and happily settled in to clean me up. After a few minutes I’d caught my breath enough for my brain to start back up, and I scooted around to return the favor.

The others murmured and moved around us, but I was content to nuzzle and kiss. Neither of us pushed for another orgasm, the warm afterglow a closeness of a different kind.

“Bathroom and then bed,” Efa murmured, softly caressing my hair. “I think we all need a snuggle.”

I looked up. Kynan and Emyr were already on the bed, Emyr’s head pillowed on the other man’s chest. He blew me a kiss, and I smiled.

Neither Mared nor I were too steady on our legs, and Efa guided us patiently into the other room. We took turns using the toilet and washing up, and I watched the redheaded fae leaning against the counter as I finger combed and braided my tangled hair. Chagrin grew.

“What?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“You didn’t. . .we left you out.”

“No, you didn’t,” she said, cupping my cheek. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. When you are willing to put yourself in my hands, surrender your body and mind to my will...that’s what I get off on. That’s what I want. You were beautiful. Perfect. I amverysatisfied.”

I flushed, and couldn’t hold back the small, proud smile that bloomed at the sincerity of her words. Hand in hand, the three of us made our way back to the bedroom, where all five of us snuggled together in the thankfully large bed.

In the silence that followed, the specter of Franklin rose in my mind. But he was hazy, and small, and no longer inspired fear. Even the sharp words of my mother were tinny and garbled, almost comical as I lay surrounded by these four amazing fae who’d finally convinced me I was worth fighting for.

It would be good to see their faces fall next week, I mused, burrowing into bodies that curled around me with affection and warmth. But I wasn’t going to think about that too much. I had plenty of things to do between now and then.

Chapter Twelve

Iwoke to an unfamiliar voice. Deja vu kept me still within my cocoon of tangled limbs until the relaxed tone of the conversation filtered through, sparking recognition. Carys—one of the other Bwbachod who worked at the Broken Crown—was talking fast, her words indistinct but the pleading tone obvious. That’s probably why I didn’t put two and two together. I couldn’t remember ever hearing her voice without a heavy dose of snark in it.

“What’s going on?” I whispered, peeking over Emyr’s shoulder. Kynan was planted in the doorway, but at my words Carys leaned to the side, tossing me a wave without pausing her beseeching monologue.

“The clan needs Kynan’s help with something,” Mared whispered back.

Kynan grunted and turned, blithely uncaring that he interrupted the other fae mid-sentence. She made a rude gesture behind his back.

“It can wait,” he grumped. “Don’t worry about it. Carys was just leaving.”

“The hell I was.”

I hadn’t spent much time with the other fae woman—our shifts didn’t overlap—but I liked her. She was funny and didn’t take shit from anybody. I’d gotten the impression Kynan liked her too—really all the Bwbachod got along amazingly well. They bickered and teased constantly, but they were a tight-knit group.

“C’mon, Kynan. It’ll take an hour. Two, tops. We’ll be at it all day without you, and you know it.” Carys’ tone was wheedling, but there was real frustration there.

All of a sudden, a line formed in my mind’s eye marking the difference between “protected and pampered” and “a burden”. I would not allow myself to be on the wrong side of it. Not again.

“Go,” I said.

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