37. Switch Places With Me
thirty-seven
Switch Places With Me
H eat scorched my skin as Lucais dragged his knuckles up and down my arm while we watched Wrenlock undress.
The shirt came over the top of his head first, landing on the floor like a silent splash of ink, and then he began to work his belt free.
When his pants dropped with a soft clang of the metal clip against the stone, my mouth ran dry.
We were really doing it.
Lucais’s golden eyes sought out mine. “Would you like to do the honours?”
With a gulp, I looked between the High King’s face and the buckle on his pants.
My hands were shaking as I reached for him.
It took a lot of effort to keep them steady enough to work everything loose, and once I had, he bent down and slowly lowered them to the floor, keeping his molten gold eyes trained on mine the entire time. I swallowed again.
Wrenlock came to stand behind me, the press of his naked flesh into mine sending a ripple of shivers across my body.
He kissed my neck while I watched Lucais straighten up again, which forced me to take half a step back—about as far as I could get before I stepped fully into the solid wall of Wrenlock’s warm body and there was nowhere left for me to go. The High King was huge .
Is it a height thing?
I didn’t think so, but I was suddenly driven to find out what gave a man a right to be so…so…
Lucais wrapped one hand around himself almost self-consciously while I stood there and gaped at him like an idiot.
Seeing it and feeling it through his pants simply hadn’t been enough warning.
The clothes he wore didn’t do him any justice whatsoever compared to the bare image, and I was suddenly less aroused and more frightened.
Wrenlock, on the other hand, was a good size—a nice, steady length, a thickness that looked as though it could fill me to the point of instant gratification without renovating my insides—and I thought that was more than enough considering my experiences with human men.
My modest subject pool consisted of one thing or the other—length or girth.
There never seemed to be both, and there was certainly never an excess of both elements at the same time.
Even so, liquid heat pooled in my lower belly as I watched Lucais stroke his length up and down in spite of my hesitancy.
“Bookworm,” he whispered. “Breathe.”
I’d stopped and I hadn’t even realised. Wrenlock lifted his head from my neck and let out a loose chuckle when he clicked onto what was going on.
“I can’t fit that inside of me,” I lamented. Somebody needed to point it out. “I’m human.”
“So what if you’re human?”
“It…” My eyes flared. “It will rearrange my internal organs. I’ll end up in a hospital, which is—wait, do you even have hospitals in Faerie?”
“Auralie, I’m not going to hurt you—not if you aren’t going to enjoy it.
” His eyes warmed as if to strengthen the sincerity of his vow, the gold deepening into amber, and a thrill ran through me despite myself.
“I am not going to damage you in ways I cannot fix. I’m sure it’s impossible, in any case.
Fated mates and all of that, if you recall? ”
I sucked in a deep breath, filling my starving lungs, and then returned to sizing Lucais up.
He made a valid point. When I angled my head to the side like I had been while Wrenlock was kissing me, Lucais’s cock looked like an impossible task, but with my head sitting straight on the top of my shoulders…
I bit my lower lip. Maybe.
“Do you want to try him first?” Wrenlock whispered in my ear, trailing his hands down my arms. It probably seemed that way when my eyes had been transfixed on Lucais ever since he’d taken off his clothes, but the debate in my mind was ongoing. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
Lucais softly kicked the trunk at the foot of the bed out of the way—kicked it like it was a balloon and not an extremely heavy wooden storage container—and sat down on the end of the bed.
Legs bent with his feet flat on the ground, he presented me with a perfectly enticing invitation to sit on his lap, sidling up to the thick erection resting against his stomach.
He watched me, expression heated, as I pushed my shoulders back and stepped over to him.
Holding his hands out, Lucais let me step willingly into his embrace before he wrapped them around my hips and pulled me close.
He was warm and soft as I climbed onto his lap until I was straddling him.
A hum vibrated beneath my skin at the contact, inimitable energy zinging between us, and I felt my core tighten with a sharp stab of expectant pleasure.
Wrenlock spat into his palm and reached that hand between us, coating my already slick entrance with his saliva. Then, he placed his hands on my shoulders, gently kneading the tension out of them as I locked eyes with Lucais and we exchanged a small nod.
I rose on my knees as high as I could while he gripped the base of his cock to position himself underneath me, but I fell short.
My legs weren’t long enough, and his length was an inch or so too much.
We both hesitated, taken aback by the immediate technical problems we were facing until Wrenlock slid his hands beneath my arms and lifted me in the air high enough for Lucais to get himself into position.
My fingernails dug into his shoulders as I stared down at the space between us, totally consumed by thoughts of what we were about to do and whether I’d even be able to do it.
“You can take him, baby,” Wrenlock promised me. “Just go nice and slow.”
He supported me while I lowered myself onto Lucais. I stopped when I felt his tip nudge my entrance, my joints locking into place, muscles seizing up.
Fuck. Fuck—
“Nice and slow,” Wrenlock purred in my ear.
I sought comfort inside of a pair of golden eyes.
Lucais held my gaze, his evident desire mingling with concern as I lowered myself down until the tip of his cock was inside of me.
The warmth was instant and overwhelming.
Sparks began to fly at the base of my spine, a reckless heat growing inside my core, desperate to be coaxed into an uncontrollable explosion.
In an instant, my fear switched sides. I was no longer afraid of being hurt as much as I was afraid that if I sank all the way down onto him I might never be able to get him back out.
Visions from the field of the two of us trapped in an eternity as one erotic statue circled my mind again.
“That’s a good girl,” Wrenlock encouraged, removing his hands from beneath my arms and resting them on top of my shoulders again.
The excess inch or two that hadn’t been able to fit between us before was inside of me, and I could hold myself up again as even as the mutual hesitation was prolonged.
“You can take some more of him, baby. I know you can.”
With my hands on the High King’s shoulders and his palms resting against my hips, I lowered myself down until his erection was an inch deeper, groaning when I felt the pressure building as his girth coaxed me to open up and allow him to stretch me.
Lucais was taking shallow breaths, his pulse dancing at the base of his throat.
I could tell that it was taking most of his strength to stop himself from seizing control of the situation.
“Relax, bookworm,” he murmured. I felt his fingertips twitch against my waist, tempted but restrained. “We were made for this. We were made for each other.”
My heartbeat sped up. His words triggered a small wave of hot arousal to pool between my legs, so I nodded and slid down on another inch of his cock. And then another. Another. Another.
The feeling that bloomed in my core was euphoric.
The tip of his erection pressed into a part of me that triggered countless sparks of pleasure to roll out across my body from the blazing heat between my hips all the way out to the very ends of my fingertips and my hair.
It bolstered my confidence, urging me to move my hips again.
The motion dragged a long, loud moan from both of us in unison as I sank the rest of the way down until Lucais’s cock was buried inside me, all the way to the hilt.
My lower belly tightened as I clenched around him.
Neither of us dared to move a muscle, but the fulfilment …
The sensation of unrivalled ecstasy rolled over me in small waves, lapping up against every last pleasure centre in my body as hot as a summer sun.
We’d barely started, and yet I felt as if I might come apart at the seams if he so much as breathed on me.
Feeling the same thing despite the lack of friction, Lucais moaned, the sound so small and rough I knew he’d tried to silence it.
He filled me, completing me, and I could have stayed there forever.
We would never have had to move. The feeling of him being wedged so deeply inside of such an intimate part of me was enough.
The look on his face as his starcore eyes dissolved into mine, heated and swirling with adoration, was enough.
We found nirvana inside of each other, so pure that time had no choice but to stand still and bear witness.
Wrenlock’s fingers flexed on my shoulders, massaging my aching muscles, driving pleasure down through my spine, and the pressure caused me to move my hips on Lucais.
So quickly that I could scarcely take in a gasp of breath, the little waves built to a crescendo—a tidal wave that would crash over us and wash me away.
I felt him everywhere, inside and around an orgasm that was about to destroy me from within, and though it was the only truly painful part of what we were doing, I used my hands on his shoulders to propel myself backwards until we were separated again.
Lucais’s erection slapped against his stomach, glistening in the candlelight with my arousal.
I fell back into Wrenlock’s arms, panting wildly. The ache in between my legs screamed, empty and lost, begging for him to return and fill me again.