Page 14 of Bound and Beguiled

I nodded, head fuzzy. They turned to go, and my jaw nearly bounced off the floor. Emyr’s kilt was tented, the heavy leather pushed out by an impressive erection.

Minutes later, I sat alone in the bath, my mind racing. I raised an arm, watching as bubbles slipped over the gold bands circling my wrist. Promises. Duty. Obligation.

Misery.

My eyes drifted to the closed door to my new room. Protection. Caring. Desire.

Pleasure.

Not a difficult decision after all. I raised my voice. “Emyr, Mared, could you come here?”

They stood shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the doorway, their eyes politely averted. My neatly folded stack of clothes floated to Mared, and Emyr asked, “Do you need something else?”

I raised my chin, drawing in a strengthening breath. “Yes. If the offer’s still open, I’d love you to wash my back.” His eyes snapped to mine, and I gulped as the tent started to rise in his kilt again. I looked shyly at Mared, biting my lip. “And some company would be nice.”

Chapter Seven

Emyr’s hands shot to the snaps of his kilt, but Mared stopped him before he’d taken more than a half step into the bathroom. Her voice was careful. “What kind of company are you asking for, Tereza?”

I trembled, my gaze flickering between their faces, looking for reassurance. The distance between accepting my own desires and actuallyaskingthem to touch me felt insurmountably wide.

Mared seemed to recognize my plight, and came to kneel beside the tub. “We can join you as friends, Tereza. Just comfort, then we’ll tuck you into bed.” I made a small, unhappy noise, and her lips curved. “Or we can join you the way I’ve wanted to since I saw you that first night, and hear you moan with pleasure before we snuggle into bed together.”

“Yes.” The word tumbled out of my mouth, unbidden, but I had no desire to take it back. “The second one. That’s what I want. Please.” That warm summertime smile broke over her face, and she leaned forward slowly, giving me time to pull back. At the last moment doubts surfaced and I tucked my chin, stopping her advance. “I don’t know if I can,” I mumbled, not wanting to mislead anyone. “Moan with pleasure, I mean. I never have.”

The wrathful expression I’d seen in the clearing twisted her face for a heartbeat, then she softened. Her tongue left a tempting sheen of wetness on her lip, and I stared at it as she leaned close once more, whispering, “Let’s find out.”

Soft. Her lips were so soft against mine. They rubbed against me, then opened, her tongue flitting across the seam of my mouth. I gasped at the heat that shot through me.

She hummed and leaned back on her heels, our lips clinging before finally parting. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, love,” she breathed.

I blinked at her owlishly. I’d moved without realizing it, chasing her kiss, and was pressed to the tub, hands gripping the edge so hard my knuckles were white. If my nipples got any harder, I’d scratch the porcelain. If she’d kept kissing me for a second longer, Iwouldhave moaned. Joy broke over me like a sunrise. “I guess not,” I agreed, and pried my hands free. I slipped back through the bubbly water, giving them room, and watched with breathless fascination as she and Emyr undressed.

I barely registered the door opening and my pile of clothes flying out, because Emyr was sauntering my way, naked. Oh, my. Working at the Broken Crown this past week had been an education in many ways, but although I’dseenquite a range, the only penis I’d personally interacted with had been human average, according to the internet. I didn’t know where Emyr fell on the Bwbachod scale, but by human standards...he was exceptional.

Long, curved, and thick enough I wasn’t sure my fingers would close fully around him, his shaft was the same warm tan of his fur, flushing to a coral pink at the head. It was beautiful, if a bit daunting, but what held my attention were the ridges. They started at the head, the flared lip extending into a bulge as thick as my pinky that spiraled down his length, wrapping around it several times before meeting the root of him.

Bubbles swirled around his thighs as Emyr stepped into the tub. He stroked himself, moving his hand with a twisting motion. I licked my lips, beguiled as the slit on his tip winked and released a glistening drop of fluid. Emyr cursed and gathered the drop on his thumb, offering it to me with a heated look.

I opened my mouth, blinking away the past. His precum wasn’t bitter, as I expected, but lightly musky with a hint of sweet saltiness that had me licking my lips and leaning forward for another taste.

“Ah-ah-ah,” he chastened, waggling his shaft teasingly. “Tonight’s about you. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you suck my cock in the morning.”

I whimpered.

Mared slid in next to me, close, and pressed her cheek to mine. “If we’re both good girls,” she purred, “can we suck you together?”

“Fuuck,” Emyr cursed. His penis—no, hiscock—jumped. He gripped the tub on either side of us, the muscles in his chest and arms straining. “Be my good girls tonight,” he growled, “and tomorrow you can do whatever you want.”

I nodded, the movement turning into a nuzzle as my cheek rubbed against Mared’s. I caressed her back, spreading my fingers wide and trailing them wonderingly over the dips and swells of her side when she cuddled closer.

“Good girls use their words,” Emyr said, smirking. “Tell me what you want.” I bit my lip, mind racing, and his expression grew serious. “If we do anything you don’t enjoy, or you want us to stopat any point, you have only to say so.” That wicked grin spread over his face once more, endless dark eyes sparkling as he waggled his eyebrows. “We can play ‘no means yes’ games later.”

A vision of Kynan stalking me sprung up in my mind, and I laughed breathlessly. That was...surprisingly appealing. “Can we wash each other?” I asked, then ducked my head. “Boring, I know, but—”

Mared’s fingers pressed against my mouth. “Touching you could never be boring,” she murmured, outlining my lips with a featherlight stroke.

The rest of the bath was a blur of heated caresses, slick, soapy skin, and bubbles sliding over wet, shining fur. Touch by touch, sigh by sigh, they convinced me the wonder of their desire was real. They wantedme. Were aroused byme. Took pleasure inmytouch.

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