Page 80 of Sanctuary with Kings

"Clever, brave, strong, wonderful," Laszlo whispered into my shoulder, his arms circling my waist, stroking my sides. I swallowed my whimper of protest and let my eyes slide shut.

"You must be exhausted," Hywel said, and warm lips pressed to my forehead.

I forced my eyes open and shook my head. "No, I-I don't want to go back to sleep—" Hywel opened his mouth to reassure me, and I pressed my fingertips to his lips. "Please. I know you can keep me safe, but not yet."

His eyes narrowed, but he nipped sweetly at the pads of my fingers and nodded.

"Did they drain you very much?" Laszlo asked, petting my belly and down between my legs, along my inner thighs.

I tipped my head back to rest on his shoulder, taking a moment to breathe, to ground myself back in Laszlo's nest, between these two men. "I'm all right, but…" I was well stocked before falling asleep—generouslyso—and there was no hollow feeling in me now, even if I wasn't bursting at the seams withnéktarany longer. But even if I wasn't starving, I wanted these men, I wanted their closeness, their skin and scents and sounds to erase the nightmare I'd escaped.

"Mm, well 'all right' certainly isn't good enough," Hywel said, grinning.

"Hywel, please—" I started, sighing his name out.

It was his turn to seal my lips shut, but he did it with a kiss, pushing me into the cradle of Laszlo's embrace. He pulled away but only just enough for his mouth to graze mine as he spoke. "You don't have to plead with us,blodyn bach. You never have to beg…although you sound so pretty when you do."

I blushed and turned my cheek to him, both wanting the lavish sweetness and affection they offered me, and feeling as though I ought to reject it for their own sakes.

But Hywel must've read something in my expression, because he continued. "I know what you think you deserve. Or, more accurately, what you think youdon't. But I've seen proof to the contrary. Laz—"

Laszlo took his cue before I could argue, although the words to fight the pair of them didn't arrive readily to my lips, anyway. Laszlo's hands slid up, one to my chest to cup and cradle a breast, nipple teased between his knuckles, and the other to turn my face to the side. He twisted and caught my mouth in a deep kiss, our breaths quickly ragged and tongues teasing one another. Kissing Laszlo was always sweet, always thorough, and the taste of him reminded me of a rich white wine, oaky and golden.

Hywel took advantage of my turned head, nibbling and lapping at my throat. His hands completed the work Laszlo's could not, a rougher contrast on my neglected breast, an aimless circling path around my sex.

If he thought I'd meant to object tothis, he was mistaken. Sexual distraction was exactly what I wanted, more sweat and scratches and straining for release. As much of myself I had left to recover after my captivity, this had returned easily. Whether arousal came to save myself from starvation or was a natural gift of my mother's blood, I was grateful.

I melted into Laszlo's chest, arching until my body pulled in complaint to take deeper draws of his kisses. Hywel's hand tugging and squeezing on my breast pushed me back, and Laszlo didn't hesitate, falling into the mattress with his wings spread out beneath him, drawing me down. Our mouths separated and I gasped for air before Hywel took his place, licking in, hungry and snarling, tongue hot and breath spiced. His fingers spread the lips of my sex open and I stretched, pressing one foot to the bed to cant my hips up, ready for him to slide his cock into me.

He only teased his fingers into my cunt, purring into the filthy kiss. He lifted his head, and Laszlo pressed warm, wet kisses to my cheek and shoulder.

"Do you know what I think?" Hywel asked.

I was catching my breath, squirming and finding Laszlo's cock between the cheeks of my ass, a little dew of precum kissing my skin.

"I think you could take the pair of us," Hywel continued, low voice rasping beautifully, the sound calling to me, peaking my nipples and making my core throb.

I sighed and found a coy, artful smile curling my lips, the kind of smile I'd used centuries ago to tease and tempt great men. It faltered briefly, rusty and unused, but only for a moment.

"I know I could," I said, now intentionally rocking, rubbing Laszlo's cock between my cheeks, arching my breasts up to catch Hywel's eye. It worked, and a rare shot of pride warmed me as he licked his lips and stared at their bounce.

"I think I could take you both too," Hywel said, smiling.

Laszlo's groan shuddered through us both. "Hywel,yes," he gasped.

My eyes widened as Hywel's face lowered to my chest, his glimmering gaze shining up at me, white eyelashes feathering and shrouding his stare as he looked down to my breasts again. His teeth looked sharper as his mouth opened.

"Would you like that,blodyn bach? The three of us all knotted together?"

"Yes," I said, nodding rapidly, then blinked. "How?"

Laszlo chuckled, his hands stroking my sides. "Yes, darling. How?"

Hywel gave us both a fangy grin, and I yelped and twitched on top of Laszlo as he nipped one breast and then the other with those sharp teeth.

"You first,cariad," Hywel said to Laszlo, and then his hand on my cunt slid down, taking Laszlo's cock and pressing it to the tight hole of my ass.

I moaned and shimmied my hips, and Laszlo's breath in my ear hitched.

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