Chapter 39 #2
I draw her closer, fingers cupping her jaw, her lips part for me, and my tongue slides inside, tasting.
My head spins, and a great surge of euphoria rushes through me as her tongue brushes tentatively against mine. Her moan is pure need and lights a fire under my skin.
I plunder, breathing already ragged. To have her soft skin under my hands, her mouth against mine, unleashes primitive forces inside me that I do not recognize.
Distantly, I’m aware of Fenix behind her; the sudden give in her dress neckline tells me he is making fast work of her buttons even as he kisses the sensitive spot behind her right ear.
The dress slips further, and I cup her plump breast, squeezing it a little roughly before brushing my thumb across the peak of her nipple. Her aroused scent blooms anew, and she thrusts into my touch.
“Good girl,” Fenix says, nipping the side of her throat. “Does it feel good with Darrion’s hands on you?”
“Yes,” she says on a breathy moan. “Goddess, yes.”
I drop to my knees, putting my mouth on the perfect level for her plump tits. My damn wings spring. I’m amazed Darkan held them in check this long.
Fenix’s wings spring a beat later. The mutt whines. They are doubtless spoiling his view.
Which amuses me for all of a second, and then is forgotten as I close my mouth around her nipple and a good portion of her tit.
I suck deeply. Her fingers sink into my hair and grip tightly.
Soft flesh all cushiony under my lips. Her nipple has peaked and is firm beneath my tongue, and clearly sensitive to touch.
Her dress pools at her ankles.
She suddenly arches up and emits the filthiest of sounds.
“You’ve taken cock here before, haven’t you, little Queen?” Fenix purrs. “And you still melt for it. Such a greedy, beautiful girl.”
Bastard. I can guess what he is doing and I nearly fucking come.
“Please!” Violet cries.
“Look at you,” Fenix taunts. “You don’t just take what we give you—you open for it. And then you beg for more.”
Violet
My shoes are off, and my dress is spread out on the floor.
It feels like the ground shakes beneath me, but that might be just the tremble of my hands.
They both flash forms. A brief notion of feathers, beaks, and claws, the brush of a soft tail, and then they are men again, naked, and I am between them, their skin against mine.
Darrion clasps me around the waist and sinks to his knees over the ruin of my beautiful gown.
I wrap my arms and legs around him. His lips are on mine again, his fingers probing gently between my slick folds, teasing my clit in light circular strokes that have me shuddering and bucking.
Wanting to come. Wanting to abstain until I can feel him deep inside me.
Fenix kneels behind, his warm chest brushing up against my back. Lips at my throat. Nipping, licking, before he fills his big hands with my ass cheeks and squeezes.
It’s too much. Not nearly enough. I need this. It is like a wall crumbling inside me. Darrion spoke true. The cell fades away. There are only three of us and this seismic passion.
I fumble one hand down from where it was entwined with Darrion’s neck, over firm pectorals and hard abs until I can grasp his slick cock.
He groans into my mouth and plunges two fingers deep inside my core.
Streaks of light and color shoot behind my closed eyes. I stroke him, feeling his firm, ridged flesh under my hand, and the corkscrews that will deliver pure pleasure when he pushes into me.
And Fenix, I want Fenix inside me too.
Incoherent words escape my lips. I am writhing. Urgent. I’m on the brink of detonation, and they have done no more than put their hands on me yet.
“As my Queen commands,” Fenix growls into my ear. He pushes slick fingers into my ass, and now I get a taste of what I want. “Don’t come yet. Hold it for us like a good girl.”
Fire bathes my skin and sweat pops from every pore as they hold like that, not moving, letting me feel a part of them inside of me. Taunting me so good.
My heart beats loud in my ears. The sound of our panting breaths lends an otherworldly quality to the scene.
Flesh to flesh.
Hearts beating.
Their griffins watch.
Somewhere, a guardian wolf lingers beyond the metal bars.
A hot rod pulsing under my gripping hand.
They move as one, fingers sliding out on a caress that has me moaning and pitched into a frenzy of desperate need.
They do not keep me waiting, and I brace up, pushing Darrion’s cock where I need it most, sobbing as I sink onto it, flinging my arms around his neck and letting him take my hips in his hands and work me down.
“So good,” I mumble against his throat. Then I bite.
He groans, tightens his hands. “I’m not going to last if you keep this up. Hold it, sweet girl. You need both of us, and both of us you shall have.”
Fenix edges in closer, spreading me open gently, and then probing me with the blunt head of his cock. He eases in. Slow, incremental, letting me get used to the fullness. His breathing turns sharp.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Fenix rumbles. “Tight. Clenchy. So fucking slick and hot. Do you like that, my Queen? Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Yes.” The word is torn from me. I might break apart if they do not love me how I need.
They move. First, Darrion slides out, and as he slides back in, Fenix slowly withdraws.
Sublime pleasure ripples through my core. Darkly erotic, sensual bliss.
I am sucked into a maelstrom. I am floating out of time. The pace builds, carrying me with it, lifting me toward culmination one dizzying piece at a time. And I welcome it. The eyrie could crumble around us, and I would not care.
“More,” I beg.
“Our pleasure, mate,” Darrion says, lips against my temple.
And now they change it up, taking me together, harder, faster. The sharp slap of meeting flesh. Shooting pleasure. Harsh guttural sounds leave lips that are not entirely human.
My climax, so slow to build, suddenly sideswipes me. I’m spinning. Breaking and reforming. I am outside of space and time. I am the storm. My body rocks and convulses through spasmodic bliss as they push deep, hold, and their hot seed fills me.