Page 50 of The Surrender

I gulp. And he dives. Lightning strikes my nerves with the first flick of his tongue. That’s when I discover Mayce’s true strength.

“Ohbloodyburninggodsofsavagemercy!”

I try to squirm, but it’s no wonder why the Fae god wanted Drago behind me. His powerful hands anchor my hips to the bed, forbidding movement. No choice but to surrender to the inexplicable torture of Mayce’s tongue.

Drago has two cocks and muscles and his fire. Kyan has a vibrating cock and his wings and his...demon. Merikh has a magic cross, his psycho eyes, and all that dark energy with its power to reduce anyone to a melted puddle.

But Mayce! He has finesse. And gods know what else! I bow to his exquisite mastery of my pussy. He kisses. He worships. He hunts every sensitive nerve in my cunt with that tongue as if he can taste their very location. I gasp from him circling my distended clit with his sinful tongue. He peels back the hood, winks at me, and toggles my swollen nub with one finger, playing me like a finely tuned instrument.

“Ohhhhhh!” I cry out as he pulls away, knowing exactly how to drag it out.

“How does she taste?” Drago wonders as his partner laps at my soaked pubic lips, tangling his tongue around my folds while all my inner muscles swell and spasm with need.

“As heavenly as never-blood berries.” He sucks at my folds, at my swollen nub.

Drago throws his head back and laughs. The sound reverberates into my spine, heightening my nerve endings. “Just as dangerous I’d imagine. I could get lost in that sweet cunt for centuries.”

Why would he ask that? Drago knows how I tas-

I lose all coherent thought when Mayce ravishes my pussy—with his weaponized tongue. Just when I think the pressure can’t intensify more, Drago takes over with the plug, pumping it in and out. Nowhere near the feral grace the Fae has, but it works its power all the same.

I’m liquefying. Drago’s fire and Mayce’s finesse birth a whole garden, beautifying the blossoms and bringing me to fruition. He drags it out like a world-famous artisan of pussy-pleasuring. Every time the fuse seems ready to ignite, he stops, yanking me away from the cliff. The Fae reduces me to a soaked, throbbing, hot, and pathetic mess of need.

Mayce increases the fever in my blood with his eyes. Unlike Drago’s deeply hooded, wolfish eyes, Kyan’s depthless blue, or Merikh’s black brutality, Mayce knows how to command, how to mesmerize—I can’t possibly look away. So much passion lies beneath his political persona. Somehow, I know I’m only scratching the surface of what must be a diamond mine buried deep inside the Fae god.

And he is just as monstrous as the rest of them!

“Oh,” I release a long and languid moan, my vision darkening and narrowing to nothing but Mayce’s hunger.

I lose track of how long he’s denied me the orgasm. An hour? My body has broken out in a sweat that feels more like baptism. Two? My limbs have shuddered for so long, I doubt they will ever regain solid mobility. Three?

Once more, in what I can only pray is the final time, he teases my slit. And gently, excruciatingly, he slides three fingers into my starved and soaking center where my inner pulsing muscles instantly squeeze and strangle those digits.

Drago rumbles low purring growls, pumps the plug in and out with one hand, and rubs my heavy breast with the other.

“Pleaseohpleaseohplease...!” I gasp for breath as the Fae closes his lips around my extremely swollen clit. And sucks like he’s spent this whole time extracting all the flesh and juice to arrive at his favorite fruit’s innermost center.

Hotter and higher than ever, I feel all my muscles contracting to the rapid, fluttering heartbeat as I approach the edge. He doesn’t stop.

“Now, Drago.”

The dragon follows his partner’s command and plunges the plug in as deep as possible.

I leap, charging for the very stars.

With tears bathing my face and all my nerve endings flooding with rapture, I clamp my inner muscles to their splitting point. And combust! What unleashes from my throat is a screech but also a groan. Deep and shrill and low and long. I kiss my sanity goodbye, erupt with golden tingles to light up every nerve in my spine, and shatter into a shower of falling stars.

Mid-orgasm, Drago shifts once to unleash his cock and sheathes himself deep inside me. I throw my head back, spasming all around him as he just prolongs the climax. He groans with me, thrusting in one charge to fill me with hot ropes of seed while I burst over and over again.

I come so hard, I’m convinced my very cells split. Cannon thunder explodes inside my pussy. When the smoke and ash clear, I realize it was a tiny sea that gushed to splash Mayce’s gorgeous face.

As much as I want to turn away from the mortifying sight of my fluids dripping down his chin, I’m certain I’ve lost all basic motor functions. No resistance when he kisses me and swipes his tongue in a sinful spiral, forcing me to taste myself. Drago removes the plug, massages my sensitive breasts, and kisses the side of my cheek where sweat has soaked my hair. The strands have likely imprinted a permanent pattern on my skin.

“Hmm...” Mayce muses and peels apart my hair while gazing into my heavy-lidded eyes. “I believe she’s my masterpiece, wouldn’t you say, brother?”

“Our most precious treasure we shall protect and keep under lock and key if we must.” Drago’s voice is like a low clap of thunder on his last words.

“I see you two couldn’t keep your cocks to yourself during our absence.”

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