Page 65 of A Glint of Steel and Roses

Hellion leaned in to kiss Cian. Their long, delicate fingers closed around the tie at Cian’s waist and yanked. The tie fell away without resistance and the brocade fell open. Unlike me, Cian wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Though the tie was gone, the fabric clung to his body. Hellion growled at the fabric and pushed it aside for better access.

“Easy. Don’t tear the brocade,” Cian cautioned.

“Then take it off already,” Hellion said roughly and yanked their pants down.

“You’re always so impatient.” He looked down at me. “Do you think you can do something to take the edge off for them, Nevahn?”

I nodded eagerly, and Cian pushed my head between Hellion’s legs. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what to do, considering their unique anatomy. They didn’t seem to have a preference, and I’d seen them have orgasms both ways, but the idea was a little daunting at first. I decided I knew what I was doing with their cock best, so I started there. They groaned as I gave the delicate head a few flicks of my tongue before swallowing the whole thing. It fit comfortably in my mouth without having to strain my jaw around them, which opened all kinds of new possibilities. I curled my tongue around their shaft while bobbing up and down their length. Not having to worry about gagging meant I could enjoy it a little more, be a little more attentive to the pressure and speed. After a few attempts, I found a way to hold their cock in my mouth and get the tip of my tongue against their slit.

Hellion gasped and cursed, shifting their weight to hold on to Cian. “Goddex, that’s…If you keep doing that, you’ll make me come.”

“We don’t want that. Not yet, anyway. Let’s give him something else to do.” Cian pulled my head back and turned me toward his cock.

I worked my mouth around him, head floating. My jaw was sore in a matter of seconds and he kept hitting the back of my throat, even though I wasn’t even going halfway down his length. It was a near punishing strain compared to the lazy easiness of Hellion, but no less pleasant.

Hellion’s fingers curled in my hair, nails scraping against my scalp. “I don’t know whether I should be impressed that he’s doing such a good job, or jealous that you’re getting that sound out of him.” They pulled my head back, and I gasped in a mouthful of air, my throat sore and tears in the corners of my eyes.

“Doing okay?” Cian asked, the gentle words completely at odds with the experience that’d made my head a jumbled, hazy mess.

I nodded slowly.

“I think we’ve made him wait long enough for some attention,” Hellion said. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, please.” The words fell out of me without a second thought.

“You are in too much of a hurry,” he grumbled, but sank to his knees next to me.

Hellion joined us on the ground and they started helping me out of my clothes, kissing all over me. I shuddered when Hellion found a nipple and mercilessly teased it with their tongue.

“How are you feeling?” Grinning, Cian drew a blunt claw over the head of my cock and I fell forward, clinging to him with a shudder.

Gods, I almost came from that! I needed to calm down if I was going to really enjoy this or the next whisper of fabric would set me off. “Sensitive,” I moaned. “I feel like a good wind could finish me off.”

Hellion hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at them. “He’s deep in it already.”

“Do you want to cool off or keep going?” Cian asked.

“Both,” I said without hesitation, even though I knew I couldn’t have both. I was swaying slightly and sweating. No wonder Odan had warned me to pace myself and hydrate. With a groan, I rubbed my face. “Better cool off.”

“Good fucktoy,” Hellion purred in my ear and put their hand on my back, pushing me face down to the floor.

I panicked when I felt them straddle my hips, worried they weren’t going to listen and fuck me anyway. They shifted higher, too high for that. “Relax. Not yet.”

Warm oiled palms pressed against my lower back, drawing a groan of pleasure from my throat. Of all the things I was expecting, an oil massage was not one of them. I didn’t voice it, but that might’ve been better than sex, considering I’d been swinging a hammer or a sword non-stop for days. Between that, sleeping on the ground and riding in a saddle, my back and hips were shot to hell.

“You’re going to spoil me,” I murmured into the pillows as Cian mirrored Hellion’s movements, focusing on my shoulders while Hellion worked out a sore muscle in my hip.

“That’s the idea.” Cian’s voice was thick with a smirk. “I have something I want to try, and it’ll be easier if you’re nice and relaxed. That is, if you’re open to it.”

“Anything,” I groaned, “as long as you don’t stop doing that.”

“He’s such an agreeable set of holes, isn’t he?” Hellion mused. “He hasn’t even heard your proposal, and he’s already on board.”

Cold oil dripped onto my ass in a big puddle that sent some of it cascading down my hips. Hellion made sure the rest went over my hole, rubbing it in with tiny circles of their thumb. I groaned and buried my face in the soft padded rug I was lying on.

Hellion chuckled. “Why don’t you tell him what he’s in for?”

A finger drenched in oil explored deeper, curling, circling torturously slow. I bucked back against it, asking for more.

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