37. Switch Places With Me #2
I pressed my mouth into a tight line and made a sharp sound of denial. “Mm-hm. I can’t. That…”
The High King was staring at me like he was every bit as afraid of me as I was of him—like he’d felt the same wild abandon taking over his mind, body, and soul. Before Wrenlock could ask a question we wouldn’t be able to answer using real words, Lucais swallowed, reaching for my hand and squeezing.
“Let’s take it slow,” he suggested, voice thick and fragile. He glanced up at Wrenlock and then back to me. “Switch places with me,” he ordered.
With gentle hands, Wrenlock placed me down on the bed where Lucais had been perched, laying me back until my head was nestled against the blankets and my hair fanned out around my face.
I felt electrifyingly exposed as a burst of cool air swept over me, prickling my skin and forcing my nipples to harden into tight, pink peaks on my bare chest.The High King knelt at the end of the bed, gently urging my legs apart, and began to trail his mouth up along my thigh, leaving a line of searing kisses from the inner corner of my knee all the way up to my hip bone.
“We have all the time in the world,” he promised, his voice low and husky. My pussy clenched as his breath caressed my skin when he bent his head to me, whispering, “I’ll give you whatever you want from me for as long as you need it.”
Lucais’s tongue swept over my entrance, circling my clit, and I instinctively writhed, bucking my hips against him as the sheer heat of his mouth overwhelmed me.
I hadn’t realised that he’d hooked both arms around me until he used them to hold me in place, his hands on my hips, his head buried between my thighs.
Wrenlock lounged on the bed at my side, his mouth switching between teasing my breasts and indulging my mouth in slow kisses that rivalled the patience of the High King kneeling between my legs.
As promised, Lucais took his tasting of me slowly, leisurely stroking my clit with his tongue before fucking me with it, the only sense of urgency showing in the way his hands gripped my hips and tugged me further down the bed until I was sure that he couldn’t breathe.
In the back of my mind, I was keenly aware of that, though I was floating back and forth from coherence as his ministrations coaxed shallow breaths and moans from my chest. However, after a few minutes without Lucais resurfacing for air, I shifted away from him, trying to offer him a reprieve as I wriggled up towards the pillows.
Lucais lifted his head from where he was sucking on my clit, his eyes foggy with pleasure, his blond hair a mess across his forehead, and frowned up at me. “Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this as much as I am,” he implored.
I bit my lower lip, glancing at Wrenlock for some kind of affirmation, but the dark-haired man was sporting an amused smile as he ran his fingers over one of my erect nipples and then the other.
He bent his head to my chest, sucking on one side, clearly demonstrating that he had no intention of getting involved with my interruption of the High King’s indulgence.
“I don’t want you to not be able to breathe,” I muttered, falling back onto the bed as Wrenlock’s mouth triggered a soft moan to escape from my mouth.
Lucais shook his head, brushing the hair back from his face as he rose to stand.
“By the Elements, I never thought I’d hear you say those words to me.
” He reached down to clasp both of his hands around each of mine, pulling me into his arms. Wrenlock rolled off the mattress, and Lucais turned, lying back on the bed and positioning me so that I was sitting on his chest. “Aura, I am the High fucking King of Faerie. I don’t need to breathe air .
I need you to sit on my face. Right. Now. ”
Before I could say or do anything in reply, he tugged me forwards, positioning my thighs on either side of his head, and then his mouth was against my centre.
I watched, transfixed, as his tongue pushed up against my clit, massaging it gently before he moaned against me, staring up at me the entire time.
The sight was so unbelievably erotic that I nearly came all over his face right at that moment, but the lingering whisper of self- doubt and the absolute terror I felt at the thought of solidifying the bond with him once and for all held me back.
Lucais didn’t seem to mind.In fact, he seemed to prefer that I took my time so he could take his.
Shortly thereafter, though, my orgasm was inevitable. I felt it building to unalterable heights as I began to rock my hips, grinding against Lucais’s face, and I started to relax in the kind of way that touched more than simply my muscles.
Leaning back with my hands on his hips, I rode his face.
He moaned so loudly that I felt the reverberations all the way up to my nipples.
For a split second, I jerked out of our rhythm, struck by the sudden realisation that I didn’t know where Wrenlock had gone.
But I was riding the waves of euphoria so close to a climax that it only threw me off for a moment.
Tipping my head back, I looked towards the floor where all of our clothes were discarded, and my orgasm came splintering over me with a force strong enough to rip my lungs straight out of my body when I found Wrenlock kneeling between Lucais’s legs at the end of the bed, his dark hair bobbing up and down as he sucked on Lucais’s furiously hard cock.
As I watched, one of Lucais’s hands slipped from my hip, across the sheets, and fisted in Wrenlock’s curls.
He held on with a demanding grip, pushing his erection deeper into Wrenlock’s mouth with the next motion.
A set of dark brown eyes flicked up to meet mine with heat and temptation emanating from their burning cores.
Wrenlock’s cheeks lifted only by a fraction as he smiled at me around Lucais’s cock, and I was undone.
The sound I made probably would have had numerous calls placed to local authorities if we had neighbours—and if I wasn’t currently fucking the highest ranking authorities in the entire realm.
The sight of Wrenlock blowing Lucais while I rode his face was enough to destroy me.
I came so hard that I couldn’t quite tell when it started and where it stopped, only that it ricocheted through me until unimaginable pleasure turned into borderline pain.
I was shaking so hard that I practically threw myself into the pillows on the bed beside Lucais so I wouldn’t collapse on top of him or fall onto the ground.
Curling up around a pillow, I buried my face in the linen and inhaled a few deep breaths, accompanied with the High King’s sweet scent of musk and sunlight.
Four hands found me moments later, stroking my hair back from my face and massaging my backside and thighs.
The two men spoke in hushed, gentle tones as they doted on me with whispers of praise and reassurance, but I couldn’t identify and separate their voices through the aftershocks of my orgasm and the world-tilting repercussions.
“Shh, perfect girl. It’s alright. You did so fucking well. So fucking perfect for me.”
“That’s it, baby. Atta girl. Take a few deep breaths for us.”
One of them pulled the blankets over me, and as I settled underneath the warm fabric and all of their soft touches and sweet words, I must have found the desire to sleep inside their safety.