28. Twenty-Eight - Nightly Rituals
Twenty-Eight - Nightly Rituals
Viggo
Ana squeaks when I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
She laughs and kicks when I race up the stairs with her.
I don’t look back to see if Penny follows, I know he will.
I don’t want to be patient tonight.
I want to tie her up, physically and metaphorically. I want to remind her every moment of what she can have if she lets us be hers.
But she bats my hands away when I set her down beside Penny’s bed.
“My turn.”
I laugh when she wrenches my waistcoat open. “Did you miss us?”
“Yes.”
Together, we clumsily get my shirt off and the fabric of her bodice scratches at my skin when I draw her against me to kiss her again.
When she’s ours, I’ll dress her exclusively in silks and velvets... Nothing but the softest fabrics will ever touch her skin.
I laugh as my lips go to her throat. When she’s ours , I’ll dress her in nothing but the jewel she wears now and the ones we’ll soon give her.
The village will think she’s gone missing for how long I will keep her in our beds.
“What are you laughing about?” she asks as I finally get to work on the lacings of her dress.
“Does it count as ‘dying’ to have you if I would willingly incur the village’s wrath to keep you here for months on end, lavishing your body with mine?”
She hums a sound that’s somewhere between agreement and disapproval. “My pussy isn’t worth facing a mob of angry villagers.”
“Just because you believe something’s true doesn’t mean it can’t be a lie.” I drag her dress off of her and lift her high in my arms. “Every part of you is worth dying for. Even your little toe is worth it.”
I kiss her before she can argue with me.
I kiss her before she can even think that I’m wrong.
Ana is what I never realized we were missing. And I’m not going to let her get away.
Elves have always been polyamorous creatures. The idea of more than simply Penny and myself had always been a given for him. It was one that had never bothered or excited me, either way.
Until Ana.
Her foot raises to my waist and she uses her toes to shove my waistband down.
Open, but not off, my pants go, but they don’t go easily.
With a groan that turns into a growl, I toss her onto the bed.
In the thin remaining layer of her chemise, she looks like a deliciously wrapped treat and it’s my turn to tear off my clothing.
The trousers rip as I get them down my legs and shove my boots off with them. Loric won’t thank me for that.
I’ll apologize tomorrow, because she reaches for me, and there’s nowhere else I want to be than in her arms.
But she doesn’t let me crawl over her. Once again it’s... “my turn.”
And then straddles me, hands on my chest, thin fabric pooling on my stomach... my cock twitches against the wetness it wants to sink into.
“Do you have an affection for this?” I ask, fingering the chemise, my eyes on hers.
“Not particularly.”
“Good.”
She gasps as I tear the thing apart and throw it away.
“I want to see all of you, always.”
“Should I hire an artist to paint you a miniature? You can keep me on your bedside to look at during the long days.”
I shake my head as she rocks her hips on me. “One of us will have to learn to paint if we want that.”
Her lips twist, wryly and she works her way backward and down. “Mina asked me if vampires really were jealous and possessive…”
“Can you blame m—” the question dies in my throat as she wraps her lips around me.
Her breath is a shuddering sigh as she pulls back off of me. “No... Because then I would have to blame myself.”
Her lips are soft and her tongue works a different rhythm to her head.
My fingers slip into her hair and I curse, instead of telling her I always want her to have a part of me inside of her.
She takes me as deeply as she can, letting out a frustrated little sound when it’s not as far as she’d like.
Penny’s magic wore off and he’s not here to recast that particular spell.
I raise her up, so she doesn’t have to be frustrated anymore. But she doesn’t want a break.
She straddles me again, this time, sinking onto my cock with a sigh of relief.
She rides me soft and slow, her every movement so sweet it makes my teeth ache.
But always in the back of my mind... where is Penny?
I drag her down so I can kiss her and stop thinking about questions that will eventually answer themselves.
When the bed dips a moment later, I have my answer.
He’s here with us.
Exactly where he should be.
He lays down beside me, head propped up on one hand, his other on Ana’s thigh.
“Look at the two of you.” His voice is sultry. “Nothing makes my cock harder than watching the two of you fuck.”
Ana huffs a little laugh as she sits upright and her rhythm slows, “Not even fucking us yourself?”
He takes her offered hand and kisses her palm. “The goal of that is to eventually make me very soft.”
He chuckles and then turns his head to place a kiss on my shoulder.
“Will you let him come in you, sweet Ana?” I ask, “Will you let him fill you up and when he’s done, will you let me use his cum as lube so that I can fuck you all over again.”
We should have asked before…
She hesitates, but then she nods. “I have a potion that will ensure there are no consequences.”
I clamp my teeth shut, because I don’t want her to take it. But I will not ask her to risk that... yet.
I close my eyes so that she won’t see them start to roll back at the idea of that possibility. We can’t skip any steps, or else we might go tumbling down the entire flight.
I don’t want to go back to the beginning with her.
“Tell me to cum in you, Ana. Tell me to fill you up.”
Before she can, Penny rises up to whisper in her ear and her smile is fiendish when he falls back onto the bed.
“Viggo?” She asks, not waiting for me to answer. “I want you to breed me.”
Those words are like the scent of an open vein. I don’t know exactly how it happens, but I get her on her back, my mouth on her breast, my hands around her wrists, my hips fucking her the way I would breed her... as if that request was real.
Because someday, it will be.