Chapter Fifteen
Whist set me on myfeet and stepped back to stand beside Aster. Seeing them next to each other, staring at me with hunger in their eyes sent shivers up my spine.
I swallowed, my mouth dry as I reached up to untie the collar of the cloak, letting it slip from my shoulders to the floor. A desperate sound rumbled from Whist’s chest and he stalked towards me, his movements graceful and predatory.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Aster’s voice came out husky and raw.
“It’s what they wear here. Didn’t you notice?”
“No.”
Whist settled his hands on my hips, tugging me into his warmth and strength. He leaned over and took my lips in a hard kiss tasting of desperation and relief and need. I opened up to him, threading my arms around his neck, pressing into him as close as I could get. His tongue danced with mine, starting an inferno in my stomach. He released my mouth to press soft kisses and sharp nips along my jaw and neck. My eyes met Aster’s over Whist’s shoulder. Hesitance covered Aster’s face, keeping him frozen.
I held out one of my arms, gesturing for him to join us. His eyes flickered and then he was there, ripping me out of Whist’s arms, picking me up by my ass until I wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t kiss me, just caught my eyes with his, refusing to release me from his gaze as he carried me over to the bed.
His hesitance hit me and I remembered I hadn’t told him. I’d been taken before I had the chance. “I chose you, Aster. I want to be your kindred. I planned to tell you when you got back.”
His eyes closed in relief, his face soft and vulnerable before he opened them and his expression changed to a harsh need. He tossed me onto the bed and stripped off my clothes. Whist leaned against the tall bedpost with crossed arms and watched, the damn kinky voyeur.
Once I was completely bare, my borrowed clothes in a crumpled pile on the floor, Aster gripped my knees and spread my legs open wide for him to bury his face between. I arched off the bed with a sharp gasp as he attached his mouth to my core, his tongue darting out to tease my folds. His hands kept my hips anchored to the mattress as he ravaged my center like he’d been dying of thirst and I was the last pool of water to be found.
My hands fisted in the blankets as I writhed against his face. I shot Whist a pleading look, wanting him, his touch, his scent, his taste.
“Please, Whistler.” Using his full name always got a reaction from him.
Something that hadn’t changed. He lunged onto the bed beside me and latched his mouth around one of my nipples. A desperate, pathetic noise escaped from my mouth as the heat built inside of me.
Right before it exploded, they both pulled away. I grasped for Whist, trying to bring him back but he ducked away with a smirk.
I sulked, frustrated and unfulfilled, not in the mood to play.
Aster put on the full force of his charm in his smile. “I believe you are owed a little punishment from the last time I saw you. I told Whist how you behaved and what I promised you.” His eyes darkened with anger as he scowled at my bandaged wrists and ankles. “Though we’ll have to wait before we tie you up again.”
I shuddered and almost begged him to do it anyway, but I didn’t want to undo the progress Bastian had made in my healing.
“I didn’t bring my toys, but I’m sure we can come up with some way to make you scream.”
“I know exactly how to make her scream.” Whist’s lips curled into a dark smile as he removed his clothes, revealing his lean muscles and smooth skin I couldn’t wait to have my mouth on. I wanted to lick each and every one of his freckles.
Aster reached out for Whist once he was bare and drew him into a heated kiss full of tongue and teeth. I rose onto my knees, keeping my hands clenched at my sides so I wouldn’t reach for them. Aster wrapped his hand around Whist’s length and pumped up and down while Whist removed Aster’s clothes.
My core clenched with lust and need, my breaths short and tense as I fought back the wave of desire trying to overwhelm me.
At last, we were all naked, and they joined me on the bed, somehow synchronizing their movements without a word. How often had they shared a woman between them? I shoved away the jealousy shooting through me, focusing completely on my two men. They were mine now.
Whist laid on his back in the middle of the bed and hauled me up to straddle his waist, grinding me onto him. I leaned over to brush my lips against his, wanting to taste him. He growled and smacked my ass when I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth. I moaned and wiggled against him, his length sliding between my slick folds.
He slapped me again, harder this time. “Be still.”
The sharp sting of pain morphed into warmth and pleasure. I circled my hips again and grinned against his lips. A different, harsher hand connected with my ass in a trio of strikes. Aster.
“Listen or I will put you over my knee again.”
I moaned and glanced over my shoulder at him with a pout. His eyes darkened.
“I think she likes the idea,” Whist said.
“She won’t like having to watch while you fuck me instead of getting fucked herself.” Aster’s grin was pure wicked evil.
It made me even more desperate for them.
I whimpered and dropped my head into the crook of Whist’s neck, trying to calm myself, but his scent and the feel of his heat and skin against mine made it impossible.
They were killing me.
The bed dipped, and I peeked through my hair to watch Aster crawl further up the bed and straddle Whist’s legs. Whist gripped my hips and raised me up, giving Aster room to slide his hand between my legs.
The tip of Whist’s cock teased my entrance before he jerked me all the way onto him, swallowing my gasp. Aster slid his finger inside me, right next to Whist’s cock, before sliding it out and replacing it with the head of his dick.
I stiffened in shock. This was very new to me, in fact something I hadn’t even heard of doing, much less to consider it.
Aster ran a calming and gentle hand down my back, shushing me. “Relax. We’ve got you.”
Whist cupped the back of my neck and drew me into a hot and heavy kiss, renewing my interest and banishing my nervousness. Aster sank in deeper, his cock sliding against Whist’s. Once he was all the way inside, they moved, filling me, stretching me. Whist ran his hands up my sides until he reached my chest where he paused to play with my nipples, twisting and teasing them until I cried out. I clutched Whist’s shoulders to keep myself steady as they picked up the pace, pressing in and pulling out of me together.
The climax slammed into me with such sudden strength, I did scream like Aster promised.
The door crashed open right as Aster and Whist stiffened around me, joining me in bliss. Bastian froze in the doorway, staring at us in shock, taking in the sight of me impaled by two men, naked and sweaty and gasping.
Aster slapped my ass again as he slid out of me and grinned over at Bastian. “Care to join us?”
“I heard her scream. I didn’t realize it was that sort of scream.”
Whist helped me off of him since my limbs didn’t appear to be working and I was still trying to swallow Bastian’s appearance and wrap my mind around what my kindreds just did to me.
Bastian’s nostrils flared as he scented the spent desire, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. He turned to go, but Aster stopped him.
“We should probably talk. Give us a minute to clean up and we’ll join you in the sitting room.”
Bastian nodded curtly and hurried out the door.