Chapter 37 #2
“I’ll tell you what,” he says, his breath whispering across my skin. “You come one more time for me, and I’ll let Jace lick your pussy as you continue to ride my cock.”
My eyes widen.
Jace mutters a desperate curse.
“Because a good girl deserves to be rewarded, and you’re my beautiful good girl, aren’t you?”
I swallow, then nod.
“Then just come one more time for me, my queen. One more time, and Jace can kneel between your legs while I’m inside you.”
I try to rock my hips, but my legs are ruined.
My body is wrecked. I look back at my king, pleading with him to help me, and he kisses me long and slow as his cock slides into me at the same pace.
Hard and deep and sensually slow, like he has all the time in the world and wants to spend every second of it enjoying me.
He murmurs against my lips, soft praise that leaves me trembling. As Jace jerks himself off in front of me, I keep my eyes on my king.
With a shuddering cry, I come again, lulled to an edge this time instead of thrown over it. My breaths coming in hard pants, I try not to pass out before I get my reward.
“That’s a good girl,” Richard says, his lips rubbing against mine as I sag against him. “Jace.”
His friend drops to his knees in front of us.
My king pulls my legs further apart. My head lolling around, too heavy to hold, I watch with hooded eyes as Jace licks his way up my thigh.
The smell of sex hugs the room, but there’s a sharp tang of blood too.
Jace’s knife moves over and over, shallow cuts now rather than the deep gashes he gave himself with Dierdre.
He hesitates right in front of my pussy, his lips hovering, his hot breath touching me like I wish he would. My hips lift with need. Richard kisses my shoulder as he watches over me.
And still Jace hovers.
Until my king fists his hair and pulls him that last bit of distance.
I cry out as his tongue slides between my pussy lips. His hand jerks himself off as he eats me. Richard starts to move again behind me, his thighs bunching beneath mine as his hands grab my hips to lift me up and down. I dig my fingers through Jace’s hair as I take pleasure from both men.
Whimpering, I try to rock my hips, but my body won’t listen. Completely limp, it’s at their mercy, and oh my gods, the two of them are ruthless.
Jace kisses me slowly as Richard fucks me deep. His hands trail up from my hips to cup my breasts. He massages my nipples. “I love you,” he murmurs.
My soul singing with an answering cry, I turn my head to kiss him. But just as our eyes meet, he tenses with a touch of denial and uncertainty, and I know he’s just felt Jace’s tongue accidentally slide along his cock.
Salivating, I lick my lips a few times before I manage to breathe, “Can you taste me on him, Jace?”
“Fuck, my queen,” Richard growls, his teeth on my ear, and the buzz inside me grows stronger.
I want to watch Jace taste him fully, consume him as he is me. I want him to know Richard is mine. That the only cock that gets to taste of me is his.
Digging my fingers into Jace’s hair, I hold him to me.
“Yes,” he groans as he lowers his head even further, his tongue now seeking the base of Richard’s cock.
His fingers pinching my nipples, Richard orders, “Clean her first.”
And dear fucking gods, his usage of first cuts like a whip through my body, forcing my muscles to spasm, my thighs to clench around Jace’s head, my toes to curl.
As his friend licks his way back up to my pussy, Richard pushes all the way in.
He stays there for a moment, his breath hot against my ear.
Then he pulls all the way out. He leans me backwards, his cock wet and hard against my ass.
My pussy is spread open, offering a clear, unhindered view.
Jace admires it for a moment before he pushes his tongue inside and his lips caress my clit.
Jerking against his mouth, I turn my head to kiss my king. Richard’s lips are hard and demanding, and I wonder if he’s thinking about having Jace’s lethal, powerful body kneeling at his feet.
The image of them bangs against my closed eyelids, and I groan as another orgasm builds up inside me. Holding it back, leaving them only for my king, I nip his lip as I clench my teeth.
He growls low and deep, rocking his cock against my ass. “That’s my good girl. My beautiful good girl.”
As Jace lifts his head, Richard guides me down to the floor. I turn and kneel obediently alongside Jace.
My breath quickening, I keep my eyes on my king even as I tremble with the need to turn my head and watch as Jace grabs my husband’s cock and pulls it to his lips.
He fists my hair as his eyelids lower on a groan. His hips push upwards. I lower a hand between my thighs. Moaning, I stroke myself, so turned on by the sight of his beautiful face, of him being pleasured by his friend.
“Fuck, Jace,” I whimper, “keep going. Suck him harder. He likes it when you play with his piercing.”
“Fuck.” With Richard’s eyes fully closed, I finally look over at Jace. My pussy clenches around my fingers at the view of him taking him deep. Clearly, this is not the first cock he’s swallowed.
“Cup his balls,” I rasp, my fingers itching to do just that, but there’s no space. “Roll them in your hand as you brush his hole. He needs to get ready for when I peg him.”
Vibrations rumble through Jace as he laughs, but my king groans at the same time, and his is the sound I’m living for. “Now take him deep. All the way. Suck him like a good little –” I don’t want to call him a slut. That’s my name.
Frowning, I yank Jace away from him. He’s mine.
All mine.
He moves away easily, and I lean forwards to claim my king. Jace’s fist on his cock, he watches me suck Richard into my mouth like the good little slut I am.
Delicious pain pulls at my scalp as I’m manhandled by my king. He jerks my head as he jerks into me, and my cries reverberate down his cock.
Hot, salty cum fills my mouth. I roll my tongue across his tip as I swallow every drop. Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I seal my lips tight and suck rapidly, flicking my tongue across his piercing. He bucks against me, a long “Fuck,” pulled from deep inside.
Reaching for Jace with my wet hand, I shudder as his mouth sucks my fingers deep. His tongue swirls around me just as mine swirls around my king.
With a groan, Jace comes hard, but my attention is on my king.
He shoves my head all the way down his length.
My throat pulses around him. Yanking my hand away from Jace, I push back against Richard to free my head.
Then I’m crawling up his body, desperate to have his cock inside me as I come one last time.
As soon as I slide down on him, I’m jerking against him as the most blinding orgasm takes me. My chest feels too tight though. My emotions too high. And then I’m suddenly crying, feeling like a worthless piece of shit.
What if he didn’t want me on his cock?
What if I ruined his orgasm by pulling Jace away?
He didn’t buck into Jace’s mouth, didn’t have to control him in order to get him to please him just right.
He hates how I make him feel.
What if he doesn’t want me anymore?
He loved Jace long before he loved me.
Tears flowing down my face, I sob hard. Torn between wanting to cling to him and push him away, wanting to yell at him to leave because he deserves better and wanting to beg him to stay and just teach me, I collapse into a mess in his arms.
“Hey…” he says softly, both of his arms already wrapped around me.
I try to tell him I’m not worth his time.
I’m not worth anyone’s time.
Karl left me.
To fuck my sister.
And marry my mum.
Who does that to someone unless they’re completely unlovable? My own mum doesn’t love me. She hasn’t once tried to visit. So how can Richard possibly love me?
I stabbed Stephanie. I’m a terrible person. I called him a monster. I know that hurt him.
I’m such a jerk.
A worthless, unlovable jerk.
I cry harder. He lifts me up, and I just know he’s going to throw me on the floor, abandon me like yesterday’s trash.
And I’d deserve it.
I deserve all his hate and anger. I can’t even please him. I have to be controlled. Jace doesn’t have to be controlled.
Gods, I hate Jace.
But he’s good for my king.
And I love my king.
I love him so much.
So maybe I still like Jace.
He deserves so much better than me.
“It’s okay, Arienna,” Richard murmurs as he carries me across the room, one arm holding me up, the other stroking my back. “You’re experiencing subdrop. You’re okay. I’m here, and I love you.”
He can’t love me. “I’m… unlo...vable,” I sob.
“No, you’re not. I love you.”
“Why?” I snap, calling him out on his bullshit.
“Because you’re funny and beautiful, and you have the biggest heart in all the Seven Planes –”
“No, I don’t. I’m little. A crow’s heart is bigger than mine.”
He loves Maeve more than me! But who wouldn’t? She’s gorgeous and a fantastic flier.
“Physically, yes. But you love without restriction, without fear of that love ending. You love for the purity of it, and that…” He shifts me in his arms as he sits down on the edge of a bathtub. Cupping my face with one hand, he smiles at me. “That is beautiful and rare, and I’m… envious of it.”
“Envious?” I ask disbelievingly.
“Yes. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to tell you I love you? But I couldn’t because I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“I don’t know.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“I know. But those words… They felt too strong.”
“So you don’t love me?”
“No.” He cups my face with both hands, but he doesn’t kiss me.
Why doesn’t he kiss me? He must hate me.
“I love you so much, those words don’t feel like enough.
But I was so afraid of saying them because…
” He hesitates, thinking. “Because I was afraid of feeling them. You mean so much to me, my queen. More than… my promise to my sister, and admitting that… it’s terrifying.
That promise has kept me alive. In the days I wanted to end it all, that promise kept me going.
It became who I was. Everything I did, I did for her. ”
My heart aches for the pain he so fully carries.
“But you… you remove all that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Aurelia would’ve loved you. She would’ve –” He chokes up, tears in his eyes.
“She would’ve really loved you, and she would’ve called me an idiot for taking my time in telling you that.
So I’m sorry, my queen. I should have told you weeks ago.
” He pulls me tight against his chest. I close my eyes, listening to the rapid beat of his heart, tears still streaking down my face.
“And you don’t like Jace more?”
He chuckles. “No. He’s a brother to me, closer than Nick. The things we’ve been through together are like you and Fabia. Do you like Fabia more than me?”
I think about it. I would die for her. Kill for her. But if I had to choose between her and Richard? Panic hits me at the mere thought of it.
“I don’t know,” I say, hating that I’m failing him even in this. He loves me so much, and I’m not worthy.
“I understand,” he says. “Jace and I are like that. I would do anything for him, but if he and you were in a burning building, I’d run to you first.”
My heart lurches. “I would too,” I whisper. “If it were you and Fabia. Does that make me a terrible friend?”
“No,” he says as I lift my head. “We’re only human. We can’t do everything, and sometimes our choices are hard. But that doesn’t mean we love them any less. It’s just… a different sort of love.”
I nod. “I love her, but I don’t want to have sex with her.” I start to cry harder. “But you want to have sex with Jace.”
“No, I don’t.”
“But you liked him sucking on you, and he did it so much better. You didn’t even have to control him.”
“Because you were ordering him for me. And that was hot as fuck.” His thumb rubs across my cheek, wiping away a tear. “But I like moving you about because you’re mine, Arienna. That vulnerability and permission you give me is a gift. Jace isn’t mine. I don’t want to take anything from him.”
I sniffle. “So you really love me?”
His face softens. “More than anything.”
“I love you too,” I say as more tears roll down my face. My chest heaving, I shake my head. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood.”
“You didn’t ruin it at all. I don’t just love you when you are happy, Arienna. I love you when you’re sad and crying. I love taking care of you. I love just being with you.”
I cry harder, my body exhausted, my brain overwhelmed with its mere existence.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs as he holds me close. “Let it all out. Crying is good.” He shifts me a bit to put the plug in the bath and turn on the tap. “I love you. You’re just dropping. It’s okay –”
“It’s not okay!” I wail. “I’m on the ground! Dropping when I’m not flying isn’t fair. It isn’t fair.” I dissolve into sobs and hiccups.
A low chuckle escapes him before he silences it. “I’m so sorry, my queen. It isn’t fair. But it’s okay. I’ve got you. I love you. Just let it all out.”
He pulls me into the bath once it’s ready. He washes me, then holds me. All night, he stays by my side. And into the morning too. I’m no longer crying, but I still feel so awful and needy and sad.
He misses his first debate to stay with me. I try to get him to go, knowing how much it means to him, but he just shakes his head.
“I love you more,” he says.
He misses the next debate too. We’re supposed to be in another city, but he spends the day with me instead. Making sure I eat. Making sure I’m cared for. Loving me even when I’m difficult.
As the day turns into night, I finally start to feel like myself again. I apologise profusely. He says there’s no need. Lying in his arms in the bedroom he carried me to earlier, I say, “I love you, my king.”
Holding me tight, he says, “I love you too, my queen.”