Chapter 29 #3
“What things?” I whispered, the question wrapped in a moan as he dragged his finger through his come that still seeped from me. He circled my clit, and I shuddered, my thighs parting on their own in sultry invitation.
“Me inside him,” Vander said. Pinching my clit, he looked directly at Lorcan behind me. “Him inside you.”
Lorcan’s erection prodded the cleft of my ass. His fingers on my breast twitched, and his breath stirred my hair. More breaths came, growing labored as I squirmed between him and Vander.
Vander probed my sex, raising slick, wicked sounds as he stared at Lorcan with unmistakable challenge. “Isn’t that right, Your Grace?”
When it came, Lorcan’s response was as labored as his breathing. “Fuck you, Vander.”
“I’d rather fuck you, sweetheart.”
All the air left my lungs. My body throbbed and release beckoned, but I didn’t want it just yet. Because I needed what Vander was offering. I grabbed his wrist and stopped the torment between my legs.
A knowing look entered his silver eyes as he pulled his fingers from my pussy. He held them up, his fingertips coated with a mixture of my shining arousal and his creamy seed. Eyes bright as the moon, he extended them to Lorcan.
Biting my lip, I turned my head to see Lorcan lift onto an elbow behind me, his lips parted and his fangs fully extended. Lust and longing glittered in his eyes as he took Vander’s fingers into his mouth. A masculine whimper broke from him as his eyes slid shut.
“That’s a good boy,” Vander murmured, and my own whimper followed. My pussy clenched, heat crackling through me as Lorcan’s cheeks hollowed and his hips moved against my ass.
Vander’s voice slid lower. “Is that what my boy wants? To be fucked?”
Desire roared under my skin, the fire blazing so hot that I couldn’t catch my breath. I could only wait, caught on the trembling edge of lust for Lorcan’s answer.
It came a second later in a muffled, incoherent rush, and it might have been Gods or Yes or Please .
It might have been all three, and it was enough for Vander, who bared his fangs as he pushed his fingers deeper into Lorcan’s mouth.
Lorcan gagged but didn’t pull away as Vander pumped them in and out, choking and caressing by turns.
He fucked his fingers into Lorcan’s mouth, and it was shocking and intimate and just as sensual as anything else he’d done.
It set a fire in my bones, and I couldn’t have looked away if the temple had collapsed around us.
“I thought so,” Vander said, still thrusting into Lorcan’s mouth. “I had a feeling you’ve thought about it. Maybe you thought about it enough to”—his silver eyes made a leisurely trip down Lorcan’s body—“prepare for it.”
Lorcan’s pulse jumped wildly in his throat. He opened his eyes and pulled away, dislodging Vander’s fingers. “You were right to think that,” he said hoarsely.
Delight and lust mingled in Vander’s eyes. “You know how much I love being right.”
Lorcan swallowed. “Yes. I recall that being one of your favorite things.”
Vander has a way of getting what he wants.
The statement had seemed straightforward the first time Lorcan said it.
Now I realized just how deep the sentiment ran.
Vander was a force. He stayed in the background, maneuvering and protecting.
He’d kept Lorcan alive. He’d plucked me from danger in Sausberg and then guided me through the perils of Rasimir’s court.
And now he’d positioned Lorcan exactly where he wanted him.
Wanted us. As if he’d read my mind, Vander flicked his gaze to mine.
The force of his attention was like the sun heating my skin. “What about you, Princess? Do you want me to fuck Lorcan while he fucks you?”
My heart pounded so hard I was sure they could hear it. Licking my lips, I said, “We wouldn’t want to offend Ruvien by wasting his gift.”
Vander’s grin showed every inch of his fangs. “I love the way you think, Princess.”
Within seconds, Lorcan was pushing inside me, strands of his hair that had escaped his queue tickling my breasts. Vander stood beside the bed, his bright silver eyes devouring us as he stroked his dick.
“Gods, I’m going to come again,” I moaned, gripping Lorcan’s shoulders.
“No, you’re not,” Vander said, giving his cock another firm pass. “You have to wait this time.” He walked away, then returned with one of the glass bottles from the bath. Dripping clear oil onto his fingers, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind Lorcan.
Seconds later, Lorcan shuddered and went still inside me.
“Relax,” Vander said, doing something with his hand. Even with Lorcan’s shoulders blocking most of my vision, I had a good idea of where Vander’s fingers were. But I really wanted to see more.
“Oh… fuck ,” Lorcan gasped. “Yeah.”
“Another one?” Vander murmured.
Eyes drifting shut, Lorcan nodded.
Yes, Vander’s fingers were exactly where I thought they were. My pussy clenched, and Lorcan looked down at me with a harried expression.
“You can’t squeeze me like that, Corinthe.”
“I can’t help it!”
Vander chuckled. Soft, wet sounds drifted to my ears as he stroked his free hand down Lorcan’s back, his other hand lodged between my husband’s cheeks. Curling over Lorcan, Vander trailed soft, slow kisses down the side of Lorcan’s neck, sucking at the skin as he went.
Lorcan trembled, then sank lower, his chest brushing my breasts as he braced himself on his forearms.
“There you go,” Vander said. “You always open so nice for me. Think you can take another?”
“Yes,” Lorcan said, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain.
“I think you can, too. Especially if you get it right…there.”
Lorcan’s lips parted, his fangs lengthening as he released a sound of raw ecstasy.
Vander’s lips curved against Lorcan’s neck. “Is that the spot? Is that where my boy needs it?”
“Yes,” Lorcan panted. “Gods, yes, that’s the spot.”
Their exchange was going to set the bed on fire. Lorcan’s stubbled jaw was inches from my mouth. Seizing the opportunity in front of me, I palmed his nape and guided his lips to mine.
“Fuck,” he mumbled against my mouth, then stroked his tongue deep. And he rocked against me, giving me shallow thrusts of his hips. As the slick sounds started up again, I realized he fucked me as Vander fingered his ass.
Lightning bolts of pleasure struck around me. Within me. The hot thrust of Lorcan’s tongue warred with the searing thrust of his cock. Knowing he rocked between me and Vander was so deliriously wicked and forbidden, I could have wept.
Lorcan stilled again. Breaking off our kiss, he turned his head and caught his breath. When I opened my eyes, Vander gripped Lorcan’s hips, a look of intense concentration on his face as he eased his pelvis forward.
“That’s it,” Vander said. “Gods, yes, just like that. Take it.” He smoothed a hand up Lorcan’s flank. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Lorcan rasped.
“Good, because I’m fucking great , and I don’t feel like stopping.”
Vander started slow, his rolling thrusts driving Lorcan’s dick in and out of me. His bright eyes roved from Lorcan’s back to my face, our gazes locking over and over. He made love to both of us, the intimacy so overwhelming I lacked the words to describe it.
I’d wondered how the three of us would work. I had my answer. Perfectly. We worked perfectly, our bodies moving in a seamless rhythm.
Vander thrust harder, rocking Lorcan into me. Lorcan’s shaft dragged over my clit, raising yet another orgasm. I’d lost count of them, and I was probably going to pay for my pleasure every time I sat down for the next day or so, but it was worth it.
Pressure built again, everything between my thighs hot and aching. Vander pumped faster, his body slapping against Lorcan’s and driving the three of us harder. The sex grew frantic, our moans mingling as the curtains swayed around the bed.
“Coming,” Vander grunted, his gleaming fingers tight on Lorcan’s hips. “I’m coming in this tight ass. Fuck.” He threw his head back and gave us a final, brutal thrust.
At the same moment, Lorcan plunged his fangs into my neck.
My orgasm slammed into me, waves of pleasure sweeping from my head to my toes, which curled against the sheets. Lorcan drank in greedy pulls, his cock twitching inside me as he came. When he finished, he swiped his tongue over his bite and pressed a kiss to my neck.
Eventually, the men seemed to realize they were crushing me, and they quickly arranged me between them. Later, Vander scooped me into his arms and carried me to the pool.
“I got you all dirty,” he said, descending the steps. When I was clean again, he and Lorcan took turns in the bath. Then the three of us collapsed in the bed with the crackle of the braziers around us.
“I guess no one can accuse us of not appreciating Ruvien’s gift,” Vander said.
We fell asleep smiling, the three of us tangled in each other’s arms.