Page 83 of Hearts of Stone

“Jade asked for me,” I growled, hunching over my mate like I was a lion and she was my prey.

“Then get down on your knees, fledgling, and worship our mate for the goddess that she is.”

I could feel the claws of the command in his voice digging into me, shifting me on the bed, but only a scant few inches.

“That’s not what she asked for.”

“Do you want to be the predictable one that pulls his forelock and does whatever our mistress asks for?” Carrick asked, his voice taking on that familiar mocking tone. “Or do you want to give her pleasure beyond her imagining?”

My fangs ground together, but I was sliding off the bed and out of Jade’s grip before I could think twice, and when I was on my knees, it made sense to me that I take that position before her.

I knew that I would always bow down before her any time she asked and sometimes when she didn’t. I had never wanted to touch another woman, seeing their limbs, their curves pleasant, in the way that a vase or a fine painting might be, but they did not stir me. It was that fact that had persuaded my more insistent masters that I was not to be included in their feasts of the flesh. My cock would not rise for a single one of them, none but her. Now it ached, throbbing in time with my heart as I knelt before my mate, every fibre of my being pulsing with need, only for her.

Propping the wine bottles up against the bedhead, Carrick climbed onto the bed. He knelt up to yank the cork from one of the bottles with his teeth, spitting it across the room before moving down the bed to gather Jade in his arms. The twitch of his lips as he looked down at where I knelt on the floor made it clear he knew he was ruffling my feathers by making me feel like he was stealing my time with our mate.

“What do you think, my love? Should we give the fledgling his moment?”

“Seneca…” Jade’s voice had none of his mocking self-assurance. My beautiful mate simply reached her hand out for me, which made me start to rise to my feet. But Carrick smoothed a hand down her arm, pushing a bottle of wine into her hand before plucking another from the bedhead. That cork was removed as well.

“He’s looking terribly thirsty. Perhaps we should give him a drink, first.”

As she put the bottle to her lips, Carrick moved her closer to the edge of the bed, revealing all of that pink sweetness to my starving eyes. To taunt me, I was sure, he slid the second bottle down Jade’s body. She jumped at the feel of the cold smooth glass, rather than our warmed flesh, but when the heel of the bottle came to rest against her pearl of pleasure, her thighs widened.

“Mmmf…!”

That little sound told me everything. She was opening herself to us again, the coals of her lust now fanned back to life. And we would burn with her gladly. “Mmm…!” Her moan started to become one of complaint as her hips moved in time with the bottle’s caresses.

“Too smooth?” he asked her. She pulled her mouth from the other wine bottle and nodded.

“Carrick—”

“If you need something more, just ask for it.”

When he shifted his gaze to me, hers followed. The two of them stared at me. I didn’t care about Carrick, but if this was the way I caught at her attention, I’d take it.

“More,” Jade said, her gaze holding mine so intently I felt she was peering all the way down to my soul. “More. Please, Seneca?”

As I lunged forward, Carrick turned the bottle around, sending a slow, steady stream of wine trickling down her mound. I realised that this had been his plan all along and that my mouth was to be the cup it was poured into. At first there was only the summer sweetness of the grapes, but as he continued to pour and I sucked and slurped, I caught the accent notes the wine was missing.

Jade: earthy, sweet enough to make my fangs ache. I lapped and lapped as fast as I could, but still trickles of wine splashed down onto the carpet below me.

“The mess…!” Jade gasped.

“You own a mansion,” Graven said, stepping in through the door, and I realised he’d been leaning there, watching us. “You can afford to rip the carpets up and replace them every night if this is what pleases you.” His hand landed on the back of my head, pressing me harder against the slick folds of her cunt and holding me there. I had no need for him to encourage me. My own claws were pressed into her thighs to keep her close as I gorged myself on her, gulping down the wine and her together, the sweetest of flavours. I lashed my tail back and forth at his sudden intrusion before, succumbing to the mesmerising taste on my tongue, I resolved I could deploy it better elsewhere. I began to move it in slow undulations towards her. Graven continued, “Do not worry about the house, the wine, the mess, anything. Nothing matters other than your pleasure.”

The moment her head fell back in surrender, I struck. My tail speared back inside her, the sensation of having part of me in my mate sending shivers down my spine. Helpless little spurts of my seed mixed with the spilled wine on the floor beneath me. My tongue moved faster, focusing on working her sensitive pearl so as to make her swell up and burst all over my face, treating me to a far sweeter drink.

One I was desperate to taste.

Jade’s cries of pleasure were muffled by my stone brother’s lips covering hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, as mine flicked faster. The wine was set aside now, but not before Graven gave an order.

“Lick up every drop, brother,” he told me, staring into my eyes as I looked up. I answered him with action, not word, wrapping my lips around her pearl, my fangs digging in either side, but not breaking the skin, right before I began to suck.

Jade’s hips lifted off the bed, turning her body into an altar for me to worship. And I did, with tail and tongue, but she was the one intoning the wordless litany, over and over, a savage prayer to bliss, until the point that her lips formed one word.

“Seneca!”

Her hand slapped down on my skull, grabbing my hair cruelly, but I leaned into that prickling pain, using it to ground me, keeping me from erupting all over the floor. My tail delved deeper as she flexed, opening up, then clamping down.

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