Chapter 63
Orion
The bedroom smells like pine smoke and her.
I lay her on our soft furs and her hair spills pink and green across the dark wolf-pelt. A single vine slips out of the strand at her temple and curls toward my wrist like it’s checking I’m still there.
“I’m here, Thorn.”
Her smile is loose. Her eyes are completely green. She’s still loose-limbed from the forest and the taste of her is still on my mouth and I know the second the others scent it because Kieran’s exhale goes tight behind me.
“Move,” Kieran demands. Cold rolls off him in a wave that raises the hair on my forearms, and where his shadow falls across her bare thigh the gooseflesh rises in a clean line.
He takes her jaw. Tilts her face up. The kiss isn’t gentle. His thumb presses into the soft place under her ear and I watch the silver-blue at his wrist pulse once against her skin before it bleeds gold-green down her neck where her own magic answers.
She makes a sound I’ve never heard her make before. Not a moan. A swallow, half-caught, like he stole the breath she was about to use.
Finnian moves to the dresser, lights the candle there with a flick of two fingers, and the scent of beeswax and something he keeps in a vial only he knows the name of curls into the room. Citrus and old paper and the bitter green of crushed stems.
Interesting choice.
“Where did you start?” he asks in that deep register that rarely comes out during daylight hours. And I’m not afraid to say it makes my cock pulse.
“In the dirt. Against a honey tree. She came so hard the tree bloomed.”
His pupils dilate. I watch it happen. Then he licks his lips as though he can taste her in the air.
“Take off the rest of it,” he tells me, eyes on her. “I want to see what he did to her.” I think he says that to Kieran but honestly who cares.
I find the seam and tear.
The dress rips in two pieces. And I nearly die right there.
Her pale skin looks porcelain in the light.
Her nipples hard and begging for my lips.
Her breath heaves in and out, in and out.
And her knees. Well, they part perfectly, showing us how wet she still is and ready.
The bite I left on the curve of her shoulder is dark plum already, the shape of my teeth still readable in every indent.
Ash gasps against Kieran’s mouth.
Finnian’s breath catches.
“Orion,” Finn grumbles.
“Mm.”
“That’s going to bruise for a week.” He hisses. But I don’t think he’s mad, I think he wants to make his own.
“Good.” He laughs and crosses to the bed, joining us.
The candlelight slides over her like it can’t help itself, pooling at her collarbone, in the dip of her sternum, between her thighs where she’s still slick from my mouth and the pine pitch from where I gripped her hip is smudged dark across the bone.
I forgot to wipe my hand.
It’s the most pornographic thing I’ve ever seen.
Kieran breaks the kiss and her bottom lip comes with him, swollen, and a thin line of cold steam ghosts between their mouths before it dissolves.
“The dress is gone,” he tells her, not looking away. “Now you.”
“Now me what?”
“Now you tell us what you want.”
She turns her head and her eyes find mine and there it is—that mouth, even now.
“I want to be ruined.”
I rip my shirt off, “Say less.”
Finnian climbs onto the bed first. He sits against the headboard and holds out a hand for her and she crawls to him, knees in the furs, and the way her shoulder blades roll when she moves is something I’ll be thinking about until I die.
She straddles him, facing up, her breasts swinging and nipples still pleading with me to taste them.
He pulls her back against his chest and settles her knees outside his thighs. His shirt is already off, I didn’t see him take it off.
“Knees apart,” he whispers against her ear, his voice soft. “Wider. Let him see.”
She does.
Kieran goes to his knees at the edge of the bed, and the first thing he does is press his cheek to the inside of her thigh.
“I can taste Orion here,” he presses a soft kiss against her thigh, causing the muscle to jump under his lips.
“You can taste him?”
“I could taste him from across the room.” His tongue drags up—slow, slow—and the cold of him meets the wet of her and the sound she makes this time, I absolutely commit to memory. “But here, all I taste is you and forest and the salt of him. Did he edge you, troublesome thing?”
“Once.”
“Hmm.” Another lap. He hums against her clit and I see her stomach flutter. “Then you’re due.”
Finnian’s hand smooths down her sternum. Down her belly. Splays low, fingers spread wide, holding her down without holding her hard.
“Catalog,” he murmurs against her temple. “Heart at one-twenty. Pupils blown. Skin temperature elevated three degrees since the dress came off.” His thumb circles her navel. “Tell me when she stops being able to answer in sentences, Kieran. I’d like to know exactly when we break her.”
She laughs—a wrecked little thing, more breath than sound—and it shakes Finnian’s hand on her belly.
Kicking my pants off, I take myself in my hand.
“Orion,” Finn calls to me. “She’s looking at you.”
She is. Not like I could ever look away from this beautiful magnificent queen.
Her eyes are completely forest-green, and her lips part just enough that I know what she wants before she asks.
I crawl up the bed, my eyes only on her pretty little mouth. Holding onto the headboard, I grip her face and guide her lips toward the tip of my dick.
“Open.”
Her eyes flutter up to me as her mouth parts and she exhales on the head on my cock. The heat of her mouth is a different heat than her cunt and I’d forgotten—or I’d never let myself remember—how much hotter she is inside, how soft the back of her tongue is, how she takes me before I push.
She moans around me and the vibration travels down my spine and I hear Kieran groan against her thigh at the same second.
My hands fist in her hair. Just holding her still as I breathe though the pleasure. Her tongues rolls down the ridge of my cock, causing me to hiss.
Pushing deep in her mouth, she blinks up at me, one tear sliding free from her eye that I catch with the swipe of my thumb.
“Breathe through your nose, baby.”
She does.
Kieran works her open with two fingers and his mouth while Finnian holds her steady against his chest and I feel her throat flutter around me when Kieran’s tongue finds her clit again.
Wet sexy sounds fill the air, a soundtrack I’ll replay again and again. Each gasp from the others causes me to tighten the grip on my own cock. Holding it at the base so I don’t make a fool of myself.
Then Ash rolls her ass back against Finnian and I feel his groan of painful pleasure.
He’s hard against her lower back. I can see it through his trousers. He hasn’t even undressed below the waist and he’s gone the kind of still that means he’s holding himself by his fingernails.
I need to come, I want to come. But I also want to come like this. In her. On her ass. In her ass.
“Kieran.” Finnian’s voice. “Is she close?”
“She’s been close.”
“Then let her.”
Kieran lifts his mouth, just enough, and looks up the long stretch of her body. Past her belly, past her breasts where Finnian’s other hand has just slid up to cradle her, past the hollow of her throat, until his ice-blue eyes find hers.
“Come on my mouth, troublesome thing.”
He goes back down.
She breaks around me, her throat opens, her hand fists in the fur, her whole body bows up off Finnian’s chest.
I pull back before I finish, pull out of her mouth just barely in time, drag my thumb along her wet lip, breathing like I ran here. Her eyes are glassy. Her mouth is red.
Finnian is murmuring something against her temple in a language none of us speak and her hand has found his thigh and she’s holding on like he’s the only thing keeping her in her body.
Kieran sits back on his heels. His mouth is wet. His chin is wet. He drags his thumb across his bottom lip slow enough to make a point of it.
“That was one.”
Finnian’s hand strokes down her ribs, gently gliding, creating goosebumps in his wake.
“She has at least three more in her tonight.” He kisses the crown of her head. “Don’t you, sweet thing?”
She nods. Just nods. Eyes closed. A small, wrecked, perfect smile.
I lean down and kiss her forehead and she’s burning hot under my mouth.
“I hope you are ready for all three of us.”