Chapter 29 #2
I couldn’t laugh. Because I was once again too busy looking, this time at the weapon between his legs.
The phrase battering ram came to mind as his cock swung against one rounded thigh.
Nude at last, he straightened, every inch of his warrior’s body corded with muscle.
The tattoo on his forearm drew my eye, the inky design reminding me that he’d been human once.
The temple’s soft glow burnished his freckled skin and auburn waves as he swept a mischievous smile from me to Lorcan.
“Last one in washes my back,” he said, then he strode to the bath and descended the steps, his pleasured groan drifting behind him.
His ass was as muscular as the rest of him, the taut globes parting slightly to reveal his heavy sack underneath.
He waded deeper, and the water lapped around his shoulders as he turned and settled against the back wall.
He spread his arms over the marble and quirked a ruddy eyebrow at Lorcan and me. “I didn’t die. It’s safe to come in.”
Lorcan and I looked at each other. We started forward at the same moment, then stopped, both of us smiling.
And it broke the tension, most of my nerves dissolving as he came to me and helped me out of my gown.
A groan trembled on my lips when he slid expert fingers into my hair and twisted it into a knot on top of my head.
“Caught you watching me earlier,” he said in my ear before slipping his hand in mine and guiding me to the bath. “I’ll have to remember you have a weakness for men brushing their hair.”
Vander watched with slitted silver eyes as we entered the bath, his gaze lingering on my breasts and the juncture of my thighs.
Warm water enveloped me. Pink petals brushed my skin.
The sweet-scented fog drifted around my shoulders as I waded to the wall adjacent to Vander.
Lorcan took up position on the opposite wall, his gaze on the water lapping at my nipples.
They tightened under his regard, and I squeezed my thighs together under the water as I stifled a moan.
Vander followed Lorcan’s stare, and the hunger that sprang into his eyes wrenched the moan from me. Every lick of the water against my breasts was the sweetest torture. My nipples throbbed. The tips thrust lewdly, the crinkled skin bright pink with arousal.
“I’ve been dying to taste you again,” Vander said, lifting his gaze to mine. “But you’re a married woman now.” Rolling his head on the back of the wall, he looked at Lorcan. “I wouldn’t feel right doing it without your husband’s permission.”
Lorcan’s fangs had slipped so low, they mangled his speech a little as he said, “Go ahead. I want to see it.”
Shivers coursed through me, my skin both flushed and cool as Vander waded to me. He angled his body to give Lorcan a clear line of sight as he bent his head to my breast. Fangs scraped my aching nipple, and I cried out, one hand locking onto Vander’s hair.
Lorcan watched with hooded eyes as Vander sucked and licked, drawing my nipple deep into his mouth before nibbling his way around the tip.
Every tug of his lips sent hot ribbons of pleasure waving through me.
Each suck and bite echoed between my legs.
Lorcan’s eyes on us wrenched my lust higher, his burning regard its own kind of caress.
Vander teased me for what felt like hours, stoking my desire to impossible heights before moving to my other side in a flurry of bubbles and steam. Squeezing my breast in his long fingers, he gave the other nipple the same treatment.
My cries drifted through the haze in the air.
Rose petals bobbed around me. And Vander’s rigid erection pressed hard against my thigh.
Hot, wet suction surrounded the tip of my breast. Sharp fangs teased and tormented.
Vander was careful, though, his tongue and teeth masterful as he pleasured me on a knife’s edge of pain.
The mix was intoxicating, the allure of danger almost too tempting to resist. I tugged at his hair as my eyes watered and my pussy throbbed with need.
“It’s not enough,” he rasped, wrenching his head back. “I need her cunt.”
My inner muscles squeezed, my moan rising above the water in a cloud of steam.
“If she wants it,” Lorcan murmured.
“I want it,” I gasped, my inhibitions long gone.
I gasped again when Vander swept me into his arms and carried me from the bath.
Water sluiced from our bodies as he crossed the carpets and tossed me onto the bed.
Bouncing, I got a glimpse of silver eyes and soaking-wet muscle before he pushed my thighs wide and plunged his head to my sex.
I came the second he latched his mouth around my clit.
My mind blanked, a distant scream in my ears as I shook apart.
Vander’s growl rumbled against my pussy, and his hands gripped my thighs as he pushed my legs higher and suckled and licked me through my release.
When I grew too sensitive, he sat back on his heels and dragged the back of his hand over his glistening mouth.
The bed dipped, and Lorcan appeared at my side.
The world spun as big hands lifted me. By the time the world settled, I lay with my back against Lorcan’s chest and his cock nestled against my ass.
Vander knelt between my splayed thighs, his eyes like stars and his fist making slow passes up and down his cock.
Pearly moisture beaded at the tip as Lorcan reached around and cupped my breasts.
“I want to fuck you,” Vander told me. “I’ve wanted it for a long time.”
“Please,” I whimpered, aftershocks rippling through me. Lorcan’s fingers were as skilled as Vander’s as he plucked and rolled my nipples. If this was how things would be among the three of us, I probably wasn’t going to survive it. But I couldn’t think of a better way to go.
The moisture swelled larger at Vander’s slit. Swiping it onto his finger, he pushed it into Lorcan’s mouth. My moan was probably loud enough to reach Ghedda.
“Greedy girl,” Vander said, fixing his eyes on me.
His cheeks went ruddy as he dragged the head of his cock up and down my pussy, slicking himself with my arousal.
His tip parted my folds and teased my opening, filling the temple with soft smacking sounds.
“You want this, don’t you, beautiful? Two sets of hands on your body.
Two mouths on your hungry cunt.” He pushed forward, stretching me.
As my mouth opened on a soundless cry, his voice dipped to a rumble that shook the bed. “Two cocks inside you.”
Lorcan moved a hand to my pussy, his fingers toying with my clit.
“Gods,” I gasped, writhing against him. True to his word the night before, he remembered exactly where to find it. Another orgasm hovered just out of reach. Vander clenched his jaw as he slid deeper, deeper, deeper, his shaft spearing me. The pressure became a burn. He was so big, almost too big.
Lorcan knew it, and he moved his other hand between my legs. His fingers formed in a V as he spread my lips wide and used his other hand to circle and pinch my clit.
“Breathe,” he whispered in my ear. “There’s our good girl.
So pink and pretty here. Look at yourself, Corinthe.
” As I obeyed, he slicked his hand over Vander’s shaft.
My entrance strained around it, the delicate skin taut and glistening.
The three of us groaned as Lorcan spread my arousal up and down Vander’s length.
He kept at it for a moment, stroking Vander before working two fingers around my pouting clit.
A soft cry broke from me, and I pulled my legs higher, putting my center shamelessly on display.
Both men growled. Lorcan teased me a moment longer before curling damp fingers around Vander’s cock and urging him deeper inside me.
“Fuck,” Vander muttered, leaning over us. “Tight as a fucking fist. Feels so fucking good. Gods, I’ve dreamed of this.”
“More,” I said. Recalling his words when he made me orgasm after the ball, I gripped his jaw. “I’m ready. Fuck me like you’ve been dreaming about.”
Good soldier that he was, Vander executed the mission perfectly.
He didn’t hold back, his thrusts shaking the bed as he carried us both over the edge of pleasure.
Lorcan stroked my clit, and the three of us cried out together.
My orgasm took me by surprise, my body going stiff as my release swept me.
Vander followed with a roar that bounced off the temple’s walls.
Hot seed scalded my passage as he shuddered against me, his sweat dripping onto my chest.
For a while afterward, I floated in lazy contentment, my body lodged between the men.
Vander’s hair-roughened thigh lay across one of mine.
Lorcan’s fingers rested over my breast, and his groin nestled against my ass.
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm against my back.
When I opened my eyes, Vander watched me, his red hair mussed on the pillow.
“That was even better than I imagined,” he murmured.
He looked so pleased with himself that I couldn’t help but smile.
“And I’ve been imagining it for a long time,” he added. Folding an arm under his head, he moved his gaze to Lorcan behind me. “So has His Grace.”
Lorcan stilled.
“He’s imagined a lot of things,” Vander said on a sigh. He ran a light finger down my arm, and his tone turned musing. “If only he could summon the courage to ask for them.”
“Vander…” Lorcan said, warning threading his voice.
“I suppose it could be stubbornness,” Vander continued, running his finger over my hip.
I shivered, and his lips curved as he traced a path to the juncture of my thighs.
He dipped between them and stroked the seam of my damp, swollen sex.
“It’s a pity, too, because the prince and I want the same things. ”