Chapter 40 #2
I can’t even manage a scream, because he captures my lips with his.
I don’t think I’ve kissed him before. Maybe it’s the newness of it, or maybe it’s the fact that his tongue is invading my mouth while his best friend rocks into my pussy; either way, it sends a flood of wetness to the place where we join.
One of my hands winds up, tangling in North’s hair, while the other finds Lambert’s longer strands. I grip onto both for dear life as the latter mumbles something against my neck.
“What?” I gasp. “Lambert!”
His grin is blinding, blue-green eyes alight with mischief. “Yes, boss?”
“What did you do?” North asks curiously.
“Transmuted my cock.”
My inner walls flutter in answer, but it’s like clenching on stone. There’s no give. Just cold, smooth granite powering into me with even strokes.
“Fucking wizard bullshit,” North grumbles under his breath.
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you.”
“Fuck. Off.”
“Fuck me!” I growl, raising my hips to try to set the pace.
Lambert lets me, but North squeezes my clit between his fingers, sabotaging my attempt.
Sharp pleasure travels straight down my spine, lighting me up. My lower muscles grip Lambert, and he groans, his breathing ragged. It’s a baby orgasm—my body too spent for anything more—but it still takes my breath away.
“Tell me I can come inside you,” he murmurs against my cheek, before stealing my mouth from North in a fierce battle of tongues that ends when he whimpers, “Please, boss.”
“Do it,” I demand.
His answering groan of relief comes seconds before he loses his hold on the magic and his cock jerks, becoming warm and human once more as he floods my pussy with the hot jets of his own release.
He flops onto the bed with a groan, and without his weight, I feel somehow bereft.
“Clean him up,” North orders, noticing the way my eyes have fallen onto the shining, inked dick now lying spent against his thigh.
My limbs shake as I force myself onto all fours, crawling over to the replete golden god. I kiss him first, taking my time, tasting the two of us on his lips. A quick, loud spank to my ass reminds me that North is waiting. The bed jostles, but I don’t look back at him.
Lambert sighs as I kiss down the muscled lines of his abs, then trace the veins on the underside of his cock. I’ve just taken the plump head into my mouth when North’s fingers trace up and down my pussy.
I jerk.
“Aww, is that sensitive?” he asks, voice full of false sympathy as I glare over my shoulder at him.
“Yes…Sir.”
“Good.”
Without warning, he lines himself up and buries himself to the hilt.
“North!” I cry, only to cut off when he spanks my ass again. “Sir!”
Lambert’s thrusts were sweet. Long and languid and cautious of the fact that my poor body had been through a lot already.
North’s are anything but. He takes me like he owns me, fucking me hard and fast until I see stars.
When his hand comes down a second time, I think he’s going to spank me again, but after the initial strike, he leaves it there, his thumb rubbing over the cleft of my ass.
Oh, sweet stars above.
I know I ticked that box, but I wasn’t prepared for my introduction to be his thumb slipping past the ring of muscle while his cock slams into me. He uses Lambert’s cum and mine as lube, his thumb dipping in and out in counterpoint to his thrusts. A little deeper each time. Twisting. Testing.
And oh, it’s perfect. Too good. Each touch drags me back up towards another release I didn’t think my body was capable of.
Lambert’s fingers thread into my hair, pulling my face up to look at him as he searches my expression for any hint that this is too much.
It is. But I’d rather die than stop.
He must read the truth of that from my expression because he shimmies down the bed, claiming my lips in another kiss.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he murmurs.
North catches my G-spot with his next thrust, and I cry out against Lambert’s mouth. His balls slap against my clit, once, twice, and it’s over.
I come on a scream that rattles the clock tower. My pussy and ass squeeze North until he follows me over the edge with a string of profanity that I really should banish him for.
Later.
Maybe.
Unless he promises to do this again.
I murmur a cleansing spell as Lambert pulls me down into yet another contractually obligated post-coital cuddle.
“You okay?” he checks, cupping my face to brush away a tear I didn’t know I’d shed.
“Mmmhmmm.” I smile against his chest. “It was overwhelming, but in a good way.”
Stars, I’m so glad I made that contract. Maybe we can do this again? Would the others be interested in joining us?
“Are you going to take it easy today?” North asks, taking the spot at my back with an affectionate squeeze of my sore butt. “Or are we going to have to kidnap you again?”
Just like that, the peace and exhaustion of the moment are gone. Replaced by the knowledge that today is the day that Dakari, Pierce, and likely Leo, are going to dinner with the enemy.
“Way to kill the mood,” Lambert complains as I jerk upright. “Boss, you can snuggle us for five more minutes.”
“It’s past opening time,” I realise, with a jolt, staring at the shadows of the metal hands visible through the cloudy glass clock faces. “How late did we sleep in?”
I glance back at the two very naked men in my bed, taking in Lambert’s guilty shrug and North’s unapologetic glare with wide eyes.
The former offers me a small smile. “You needed the rest.”
“There’s a queue!”
“They’ll live.” North rolls his eyes.
I blow out a frustrated breath as I conjure my clothes onto my body. “I can’t believe this…”
How many hours do I have? I was hoping maybe I’d crack the final runeform or at least make enough progress that I could convince Leo not to go. Instead, I did exactly what he accused me of—
I slam into Lambert’s chest before I even realise I’ve begun to pace.
“Boss, if that look is because of Leo, I swear I’ll beat his ass.” There’s real menace in the threat, which draws me back. Lambert is usually so quick to forgive, but apparently Leo has passed some invisible line for him, too. “You don’t have to feel guilty for looking after yourself.”
I want to deny it. After all, I told myself I wouldn’t beg Leo to return. But he is bonded to the Arcanaeum. As much as I may wish otherwise, his fate and mine are intertwined.
“If I don’t do this…Mathias might kill him,” I whisper my greatest fear. “I don’t want that, and neither do you. He’s your brother.”
“So I’ve heard.” Lambert’s jaw ticks. “From everyone except the man himself. The Leo I used to know would want you to have a life and enjoy it.”
And what about the Leo who exists now? The one who’s lost sight of everything beyond the runeform on his chest?
The answer to my question is written in the grim lines around Lambert’s mouth as I ghost away.