Chapter 35
Hunter
Watching DK lean over Arianette’s body and suck a kiss onto her tit…
fuck me. Her breath hitches every time he tugs one of those garnet hoops–small sounds that go straight to my cock.
She’s flushed from her neck to her chest, her burgundy dress pushed down around her waist, breasts bare and glistening where DK’s mouth has been.
The garnets catch the flames like drops of blood, and Christ, they look good on her.
I stay still, body growing warmer with every passing minute, wondering how far the King is prepared to let this go now that he and Arianette have been fucking. It wasn’t a surprise–they’re married–but the shift in their relationship was sudden, including revealing his face.
He seems content to let DK have this first piece of her tonight. I already know he likes watching, likes controlling the scene. Maybe even more than I do, but this is the first time we’re all in the room together. The tension tonight isn’t built on anger, but something more seductive.
DK finally rises, cups her face, and asks, “You ready to show them?”
My cock strains against my zipper.
She’s seated on the chaise lounge, skirt teasing her thighs, crown sparkling on top of her head. Her tits are exposed, pushed up from the bodice of that sexy as hell dress like an offering. Damon stays behind her, hands on her hips, presenting her like a gift.
The King clears his throat, but stays seated.
“Tonight is the longest night of the year. The time when we hunker down with one another and do our best to survive until morning. It’s not a hunt, or even a ritual, but it’s a moment we can share together in harmony as living, breathing things.
We’ll pass the time in pleasure, celebrating the flesh and one another.
” He tilts his head toward me. “Go, celebrate your Sister.”
The approval is barely out before I’m off the couch.
I cross the room in three strides, stopping close enough to smell the jasmine on her skin.
Standing before her, I’m struck by how wrong I was about her before.
How I thought she was weak, mentally and physically, but I’ve seen her take my knife, watched her skin prodded and pierced, absorb punishment, and survive torment.
She’s fucking gorgeous, not just because of those soul-filled eyes and full lips, or the silky hair brushing her shoulders, but because she carries her scars with power, and Jesus, I want some of it for myself.
I drop to my knees next to her and reach for her throat, my fingers trailing down over the collar and lower, ghosting over the swell of her perfect tits.
I’m terrified that if I touch her, I won’t be able to control myself, but the garnet hoops gleam, and her nipples are dark and swollen from DK’s mouth.
“Fuck, Nettie,” I breathe. The shortened name surprises us both, but it feels right.
The same way the tiara looks right, perched regally on her head.
Leaning forward, I close my mouth over her left nipple–hot, tight, sucking hard around the new ring.
She arches, fingers flying to my hair, pulling just enough to sting.
Encouraged, I tug the hoop between my teeth, feel her shudder, taste the faint salt of her skin and the metallic bite of silver.
My tongue flicks the garnet, circles the areola, then I switch to the other side–sucking deeper, rolling the ring with my tongue until she’s whimpering, hips rocking forward.
I pull back just enough to look at her–cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy with that perfect mix of need and trust. The burgundy dress is still bunched around her waist, corset laces loose, but not undone, the skirt hiked high on her thighs.
She looks like sin and sanctuary at the same time.
I stroke down the front of my pants, trying not to blow my load before this gets started.
DK’s thumbs stroke the sides of her breasts until her back arches. “That feel good?” he murmurs against her ear.
“Yes.” Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip.
“You want to let Hunter fuck these pretty tits?” He looks up at me, the tattoo lifting with his eyebrow. “I think that would make him pretty happy.”
Jesus Fucking Christ, it would.
Her breath hitches–eager. She nods once, small and quick.
I shove my pants down and kick them off, cock bobbing against my abdomen.
It’s thick and aching, already slick at the tip from watching Damon change those rings.
I step closer, knees bracketing her thighs on the edge of the chaise.
Damon’s palms press her breasts together, creating a perfect, soft channel.
The new piercings glint right at the center, framing the valley between them.
I guide myself forward. The head of my cock slides between her tits–hot, silky skin closing around me.
She’s still damp from the faint sheen of arousal, and the friction is immediate and electric.
I groan low in my throat as the tip slides through and kisses the edge of the scar on her chest. DK pushes her breasts tighter around me with his big hands.
The pressure is perfect–soft but firm, the garnet rings brushing the underside of my shaft with every slow thrust. I start moving–shallow at first, savoring the way her skin yields.
“Fuck,” I mutter, voice rough. “Look at you.”
Her head tips back against DK’s shoulder, exposing the long line of her throat.
He kisses the side of her neck, teeth grazing, while his thumbs circle her nipples, making teasing tugs on the new hoops that elicit a gasp every time.
Each tug rocks her forward, sliding her tits along my length in perfect rhythm.
I pick up speed. Longer strokes now, hips rolling, the head of my cock gliding over the scar and bumping the underside of her chin on every upstroke. She opens her mouth on instinct, tongue flicking out to taste me when I get close enough. The wet heat of it sends a jolt straight to my balls.
DK’s voice is dark velvet in her ear. “You like that, Doll Baby? Letting Hunter use your tits while I hold them for him?”
“I can’t,” she whimpers, high and needy. “I can’t...”
Hold on—is what she means, because we’re not even touching her pussy and she’s that fucking aroused.
Her hands come up, covering his where they cradle her breasts, pressing them even tighter around me.
The sight of her like this–tiara crooked now, lips swollen, breasts pushed together and glistening with streaks of precum, garnets flashing with every thrust–is too much.
The longest night, the fire, the way she trusts us completely–it all coils low and tight in my gut.
“Hold on,” DK tells her. “Just a little bit longer. Let Hunter come, and then it’ll be your turn.”
She nods, nose scrunched up in discomfort, and I grit out, “Where do you want it, Nettie?”
Her eyes lock on mine–dark, dilated, desperate. “On me,” she breathes. “Please.”
DK squeezes harder, thumbs flicking the hoops one last time. I thrust forward–once, twice–and there’s no holding back.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Hot pulses stripe her skin, dripping over the curves of her breasts, catching on the garnet rings, sliding down the valley between them. She moans like it’s her own release, head falling back, body trembling between us.
I brace one hand on the chaise, breathing hard, watching the way my cum gleams against her flushed skin in the firelight.
DK presses a soft kiss to her temple. “Beautiful,” he murmurs.
She smiles and reaches up to touch my jaw, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. While I catch my breath, I hear movement from behind me, and Timothy moves next to us.
I tense, waiting for the reaction. I mean, I just fucking came all over his wife’s tits. She’s dripping with it, and he’d have every right to kick me out–or worse, kill me. Not one person in this fucking city would fight him over it.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, eyes wide, breath hitching when he reaches for the tiara, but all he does is straighten it.
Then he bends, kissing her, mouth opening and tongue sliding against hers.
Timothy breaks the kiss and drags his mouth down her throat.
His thumb slides into the sticky cum, and then he glides it down, rubbing it over her nipples, getting them slippery.
Christ, now I’m hard again.
“No, you’re perfectly wicked,” he murmurs against her pulse. “Your job is to provide for your Barons and your King, and seeing you drenched in Hunter’s seed doesn’t make me jealous. It makes me hungry.” She releases the breath we’ve all been holding, and he adds, “Let’s get you out of this dress.”