Chapter 61
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EVANGELINE
“ D ance with me.” When Riordan held out his hand, I felt that draw to my bones, and the warmth of our palms meeting felt like coming home.
When his arms went around my back, pressed me to him and we swayed to silent music, I lay my cheek against his beating heart, felt the intimate push-pull of our bodies as we moved together, tucking this moment away to treasure later.
Another moment of a perfect night I never wanted to forget.
Our lips met in a perfect meld of hunger and tenderness, his tongue tracing the inside of my mouth with desperate abandon, my body loosening like warm honey beneath his hands, fingers tracing my backbone, the outer curve of my hip, sliding my sweater off to reach bare skin.
I was hyper aware of every grounding touch, every sweep of his tongue, of the fact Blake sat, tipped back in his chair, putting the bottle of wine to his lips every so often as he watched us move together, lust and approval glimmering in his eyes.
Maybe I should be nervous, poised on the cusp of having them both at the same time, but somehow, tonight felt like the natural conclusion to a journey that began the night they’d stormed past me in the Hall of Mirrors, when we were strangers, different species, and enemies.
And when Rohr spun me around into Blake’s arms, when we swayed together, me crushed between these two big, powerful males, that soft warm heat became a ball of aching need throbbing deep in my belly, demanding one of them touch me .
I slid my hands beneath Blake’s shirt, dragged it over his head so I could reach more skin, Riordan stripping off my top, then undoing my bra so Blake could dip his dark head and take one of my nipples into his mouth and bite.
I hissed out a curse, then his name as his tongue laved over the hurt, Riordan gripping my shoulders, holding me in place as my mate sucked and nibbled my neck. This was…having two mouths on me, two sets of hands…overwhelming in the best way, and when Rohr unbuttoned my jeans and Blake’s expert fingers slid between my wet folds, I ground myself against his probing touch.
“So fucking wet. So fucking ready for us.” Blake lifted his head, “are you going to be a good girl tonight, Evie? Will you let us inside your beautiful, hot body at the same time?” His fingers pressed hard against my clit and the last of my thoughts scattered.
Yes. Both of you.
Claim me.
Make me fucking scream.
“That’s answer enough for me.” Riordan peeled off my jeans, then my panties, stripping me bare between them, like some kind of sacrificial lamb they planned to devour, and anticipation shivered through me, that needy ache between my legs growing tauter as Blake swirled his fingers through my wetness, then pulled out and plunged those soaked fingers into my mouth .
“Suck.” He ordered, Riordan hissing out a curse behind me, his hands gripping me so hard he’d leave marks. I sucked, let Blake work his fingers in deeper, stretching my lips, using my tongue to clean every last drop of my musky juices off before he rose before me, cupped my cheeks and kissed me.
Good girl, giving the king a show tonight.
There was so much want in that demanding kiss, in the way his lips devoured me, tongue chasing my taste, tension raging so hot between us I waited for an inferno to engulf us in a rush of roaring flame.
“Get her to the bed.” Blake ordered, then I was flat on my back, legs spread apart, bands of icy magic wrapped around my ankles, shadows pinning my wrists flat to the mattress as they stared down at me, my body wracked by shivers at the look of feral hunger on their faces.
“We could take our time.” Riordan murmured, running his finger from my clavicle to the swell of my stomach, circling my belly button before delving lower, exploring my pussy as his magic dragged me even wider. “Tease her, draw this out.”
“Then get on your knees.” Blake rasped. “Show your queen how hungry you are for her.”
My head emptied out in shock as Riordan dropped between my spread legs, a growl rumbling low in his throat as he ran his palms up the insides of my thighs. Then lowered his mouth to my swollen, tender flesh and licked .
“Harder.” Blake ordered. “Give your queen what she needs, and don’t hold back.”
Riordan unleashed himself, sucking and licking, those deep, rumbling growls vibrating up through my clenching channel as his tongue worked me mercilessly, stopping every few strokes to suck my clit into his mouth and bite down.
You look so beautiful with his head between your thighs. The shadows around my wrists tightened, pulled my body tauter, until I was a long stretch of straining muscle. He’s going to fuck you, Evie, but I want your mouth. We’ll work you between us until you are filled with us. Fucking covered with us.
The words crashed inside me, painting such an erotic picture in my head my entire core convulsed, Rohr chuckling as he pressed his face into me and feasted.
Oh my God, Blake, I need to come or I’ll explode. Please.
You’ll come when I tell you to. A dark, erotic chuckle skated up my body, like Blake was dragging his mouth over me. I dared a peek between my lashes and his eyes were wholly black, face set in harsh, tight lines, his white knuckled hand wrapped around the bottle.
“Rougher, Rohr, she needs more. Give her what she needs.”
Rough fingers drove into me, thrusting deep, stretching me wide, that wicked tongue lashing ruthlessly, Rohr’s teeth clamping down over my tight, throbbing bud of nerves, a spike of pure pleasure rocketing straight through me.
“Come, Evangeline.” Blake commanded. “Come for your king.”
My body seized up, back bowing off the bed as all that pleasure crashed down over me, wave after wave of bliss rocking my heaving, churning body, crushing me, Riordan licking as fast as he could to gather every spilt drop.
When Rohr raised his head, when he pressed a soft, gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh, my ragged thoughts shattered, eyes stinging with tears.
None of us would be the same after tonight.
Blake set the bottle down and rose, his form outlined by the fire as he kicked off his boots, stripped off his pants, warm, golden light painting every dip and bulge of his muscled body and I drank him in as he prowled closer, a pearl of precum gleaming on the end of his cock, my body still stretched taut enough from their magic I couldn’t move.
“Do you like being our little plaything?” Blake crooned in a voice I’d never heard from him before. “Is this what you want, Evangeline?”
“Yes.” I arched my back and his darkening gaze promised me every single thing he’d whispered in my head earlier. “This is what I want. Both of you. Own me, make me yours.”
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than Blake pounced, shadow and fire releasing me as he flipped me onto my stomach, nudged me to the edge of the bed on all fours, then wrapped those same shadows around my middle, as cold fire shackled my ankles and drew me wide.
Blake smoothed his hand over my hair, then wrapped the heavy length around his fist, once, twice, until pain tugged against my scalp and I was staring straight up at him.
“Lick your lips.” He said softly. “Make them nice and wet for me, mate.” A rush of warmth settled into my chest at the desire blazing in his face, at the utter adoration. And I did what he said, slow enough to be a total and complete brat.
“Shameful, really, that I let you get away with so much.” His fingers skated down the side of my face before he pushed them into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over them shamelessly, watching his eyes darken. “But I love you, so I’ll allow it. Now be a good girl and open.”
Blake pushed into my mouth at the same time Riordan hissed out a curse, the sudden rustling of clothes and thumping of shoes hitting the floor indicating him stripping hastily. Then his warm hands traced the curve of my spine, cupped my pussy, his muscled thighs pressing against my ass.
For one blinding second, I couldn’t think as Riordan dragged the blunt head of his cock up and down through my swollen pussy, while Blake tipped my head back further, pressing in deeper between my lips, painting the inside of my mouth with his briny taste. My head spun at the overwhelming sensations of being shared, having them both touching me at the same time.
Please. Just fuck me. I need you inside me. Please.
Even my wanting was garbled, as if every synapse was too overwhelmed, my need too raw. But finally, Riordan impaled me, the crown of his cock pressing in deeper and deeper, until I was stretched around him, my core quaking. Blake shot his hips forward, hitting the back of my throat, my eyes watering, trying not to gag.
I was so fucking full, so fucking claimed by these two, I closed my eyes, body quivering, euphoria soaking my senses as I trembled, poised on the edge of…something. Like a precipice, except instead of darkness and death waiting below, there was…life.
“Fucking perfect, holding us both inside you.” Blake looked almost possessed, “You are ours, Evangline, and tomorrow, everyone in this fucking castle will smell us on you and know exactly who you belong to.”
Yes. I want you to fucking ruin me.
Riordan pulled out and thrust back in, pounding into me, like he’d lost all control, Blake worked himself in and out of my mouth slower, his hand trembling where he held my hair, never breaking our stare as he used my mouth for his pleasure. All I wanted was to please them, to make them feel good, for tonight to never end.
You are so beautiful, mate.
Fuck Evie, you are so tight, I could love you like this forever.
I preened at their praise, feeling their every emotion, every clenched muscle and heaving breath as if they were my own. Together, we burned hotter, brighter, higher as our bodies moved together, hands and fingers and tongues moving to pleasure and caress, every touch a benediction on the altar of our love.
They were planted so fucking deep, stamping themselves on my insides, they’d branded themselves onto my soul. Indelible. Permanent.
Sweat pooled in the hollow of my back, nipples tight and aching, release building like a wall of water, waiting to crash down. And when Riordan’s fingers thrummed over my clit, when he impaled me deeper than ever with his cock, I shattered.
My release shattered me to pieces, ecstasy and mind bending pleasure rocking my quivering body, turning me incandescent as an exploding star, the only thing binding me to this earth—the only thing holding me together—were the firm, immovable grips of these two males I loved with all my soul.
Grunting, Blake spilled into my mouth and I gobbled him down, salt and musk and shadowy power, then Riordan thrust into me one final time, roared out my name and pumped me full.
Shadows and fire unspooled from my body, licking softly along my skin and I tipped sideways, Blake and Riordan catching me, easing me down.
I pieced fragments of myself back together from the wreckage of my mind, my boneless body trembling, Blake curling himself behind me, Riordan settling in front, until I was cradled between two sets of arms, two strong, capable bodies .
Never had I felt so protected.
Never had I felt so safe.
“Go to sleep, my love.” Blake pressed a kiss on my shoulder, his lips gentle. “When you wake up, we can do that all over again.”
“I’d like that. But right now, sleep sounds really good.” How long had it been since I’d really slept? Days? Weeks? I tried to smile, but even my face was tired, and Riordan skimmed his mouth over my forehead, tucking me tighter against him.
“We are yours to command, my queen.”