Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
“ T here he goes,” Constin murmured, laughter thick in his voice. “All that courtly love falls to the side when you have a beautiful mouth wrapped eagerly around your cock.”
Behind me, Andrei shuddered, stopping himself from spilling inside me too soon in response to those words.
To the sight of Mathen fucking his bonded’s mouth as he buried himself in her pussy, Con’s hands and mouth roving over his body.
I gagged; Andrei shoved my face into Mathen’s groin, hips deep inside, the rhythm a slow, sensual torture, his cock swelling and stretching me wide. He massaged a breast, manipulating the nipple, the other hand on my clit.
Mathen surged in my mouth and growled, tightening his hand in my hair and moving my head at the pace he desired. The reticent, affectionate guard was gone; now he was all demanding warrior chasing an orgasm.
It would be wrong to laugh. Besides, Constin would tease him for me. Mercilessly.
“You’ll never—” thrust “—leave my protection again.” Now I knew Mathen held a quiet grudge. “Or I’ll spank you—” thrust “—and your only dinner will be my come.”
That. . .didn’t sound like a deterrent?
He spilled with a shout, pulling out of me and pumping onto my back.
Constin was laughing, deep and mocking. “Oh, you’ll spank and feed our Lord’s consort your cock? Will you really? Now, is that courtly, Matty? Our Lord’s delicate young consort? I’m shocked and appalled.”
I lifted my head, licking my lips to see Mathen turn dazed eyes towards Constin and glare—then he glanced at me and blushed, despite the sensual dominance still in his gaze.
“I—I would have swallowed,” I said, watching in fascination as the blush deepened further.
Oh, he would be fun .
“He likes to rub it in your skin,” Constin said idly, voice muffled as if his mouth was on someone’s body. “It’s decent lube too.”
I didn’t have the chance to say anything because my orgasm took my breath. I convulsed around Andrei’s cock, screaming, leaning my head on Mathen who massaged the back of my neck and shoulders.
“I’m the only one present who hasn’t come in you yet, Anah,” I heard Constin say. “But I’ll be patient. I have the end goal in mind.”
“You think you’re amusing,” Andrei said, a sour note in his ragged voice.
“But I really am.”
Andrei cried out and spilled in me, hands gripping my hips as he filled and filled me with his seed. He inhaled, exhaled on a shuddering groan and caressed my buttocks.
“If you conceive, I’ll let you have their cocks in your pussy. After the healers tend you, we can even work up to two at a time.”
Sweet Jesus. I swallowed. “Sorry. No babies right now.”
It wasn’t the time in my career for a baby, even in perfect health, and I suspected Andrei would be a holy terror during the pregnancy. I had enough of his manure to deal with right now.
Constin said, “I told you she knows how to say no, even stuffed full of cock and come.”
I twisted to glare at him. He gave me innocent eyes. He wasn’t very good at it.
“Do you have to use such filthy language?” I demanded.
His smile turned roguish. “Oh, darling, now that I know it embarrasses you. . .why, yes. I don’t know how a woman who enjoys being fucked by three men and soaking in their come could object to the appropriate language to describe how thoroughly she enjoys being licked and?—”
“Andrei!”
My bonded came to my defense, tackling Constin to the floor, who howled with laughter. Mathen sighed, stretching back out against the headboard and pulling me along with him, tucking me against his side.
“They’ll want to play for a while,” he murmured. “They both have more edge to file off before they return to you.”
I frowned.
“We’re being careful, until Andrei’s bonding rut has run the course.” He caressed my side, wandered down to cup my buttocks and massage gently. “Let them save the rougher activity for each other. But while I still have you to myself. . .”
Mathen shifted me onto my back and rolled on top of me, lowering to kiss my lips.
“No pussy or neck,” Andrei snapped, then started laughing.
Well. . .giggling? That was definitely a man giggle.
He swore at Constin, a vicious edge of desperation in his voice.
I propped up on my elbows to peer at the. . .dared I call them adult men. . .rolling around on the floor.
“Is Con tickling Andrei?”
Mathen slid down my body, opening my legs wide and pushing my knees to my chest. “Use your safe word when you want me to stop.” And then he latched his mouth on my clit.
Mathen feasted as if he had literally nothing else to do, or nothing else to eat, in the world. I came up from the sensual stupor long enough to hear Con yell,
“Anah! Give me leave. I’ve got him where I want him but I need to move fast.”
I waved a limp hand, too focused on Mathen between my legs to care about what the teenage Spartans were getting up to.
“Good enough,” Constin muttered, and then Andrei’s broken growl.
And some time later, Constin crooning, “Who is Lord?”
Andrei crawled into bed shortly after Mathen brought me to another climax. I wondered if he was secretly competing with Andrei. I didn’t move as my bonded gathered me in his arms, kissing the top of my head.
“Thank you, consort,” he said.
“Mmm.”
He straightened, slipping into fuss mode. “You need to relieve yourself, and you need to eat.”
I groaned. “I don’t want to move. Where do you get your energy?”
He slid off the bed, lifted me in his arms and walked to the bathroom where he lowered me onto the toilet, busying himself with wetting a washcloth as I peed.
It was one of the little things I liked about Andrei—his utter matter-of-factness about bodily needs. I’d had boyfriends who’d wanted to pretend women were unicorns. Not just period ignorance, but wanting to pretend we didn’t have to pee or shit either.
Andrei lifted me onto the counter and gently washed between my thighs, taking care not to press my swollen areas too hard.
He brushed my lips with a chaste kiss, placing a hand on my stomach. “I shouldn’t have said what I did about children without talking to you first.”
I was too relaxed to tense, but some of my glow dimmed.
He met my eyes, his a touch grave. “I must have an Heir, Anah, but not any time soon. My mother will rule for millennia. There is time to secure our bloodline, though training a child takes centuries.”
I hesitated, relaxing. I’d probably be dead by then anyway—so this was a non issue. Something niggled in the back of my mind though. . .
“Andrei, how old is Adoncia?” I forgot about my immediate problem, doing some rapid mental calculations. “She’s in her early forties, I thought. But she’s been with the Arts for at least?—”
I stopped. Jerked my gaze to his shuttered one.
“If Adoncia Vargas is, as we suspect, Lord Iliweh’s bonded as well as consort, then Vargas will share in her Lord’s lifespan.”
Blood rushed to my head. If I’d been standing. . .well.
“You know eventually I may have to have surgery?” I said finally, setting aside the enormous revelation of possible immortality. Not true immortality—the Fae died all the time. But they didn’t die from old age or disease. “If that happens, and you want a child with my eggs, then surrogacy would be an option.”
“Nothing has to be decided now. I’ve been reading on endometriosis. If you’re willing, I want my healer to attend you. If she can help, I’d like you to consider it.”
“Yes. But I still need the meds I’m already on, Andrei.”
He kissed my forehead. “Whatever you need. I can take care of you.”
Then he picked me back up and returned with me to bed. Constin entered the bedroom minutes later, balancing several plates and a pitcher of juice.
Naked.
“I guess we aren’t pretending anymore for the mortal’s sake that we wear clothing in the house,” I said.
“We have to wear clothes sometimes,” Con said. “And the High Lord here never met a dramatic dressing gown he didn’t want to make love to on the fainting couch.”
Andrei snorted. “I only fuck the highest quality silks and velvets.”
Mathen rose to help and they spread the food on the bed.
Men.
“I guess no one is worried about crumbs or spills,” I said, eyeing them critically.
“The comforter is covered in our come, Anah,” Andrei said. “And you happen to be a gusher?—”
“She is indeed,” Mathen murmured.
“—so. . .a few crumbs won’t insult it’s dignity.”
I gave up. Andrei sat against the headboard and pulled me between his open legs, then fed me bites of fruit and cold meat and cheese.
Constin watched with amusement. “Textbook,” he said. “We’re at the feeding her by hand stage.”
“You mean I’ll get to drink my apple juice in my big girl cup all by myself again?” I asked.
“Eventually, darling.”
Andrei nipped my ear. “I like feeding you. Perhaps one day I’ll be feeding you for two.”
“Andrei.”
“I know.” He waved a hand. “It’s wise to wait. There are people I need to kill first to ensure your safety, and then I’ll be embroiled in the fall out for at least a decade.”
Mathen cleared his throat, and gave Andrei a little glare. “She doesn’t want to hear about any of that.”
I really didn’t.
“Then she’ll obey her safety protocols from now on won’t she?” the High Lord said.
Constin finished eating and rolled onto his back, stretching like a long, golden cat. He cast Mathen a speculative look as the other man cleared the dishes off the bed and stacked them on a side table.
“You need your edge filed off too, luudthen,” Constin said.
Mathen met his gaze. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not, I smell your need. Your tongue was in her pussy too long. That backfires. Come.”
Constin pushed off the bed and met Mathen in the middle of the room, staring into his eyes, challenge and heat simmering between them.
“One wonders,” I murmured, “how many orgasms in one night you all require until you’re satisfied?”
Andrei nuzzled my neck, arms tight around me. “Many. So many.”
“Then let me have you first,” Mathen was saying.
“This is not for?—”
Mathen cut him off. “You’re still too tense for what I want.”
Mathen dropped to his knees, tipping his head back to give Constin a long, heated look. Con placed his hand on the back of Mathen’s head, caressing the tight dark curls.
Mathen wrapped this hand around the base of Constin’s cock and pumped him once, twice. Constin hissed, a deep, guttural sound.
“ I’m not in the mood for slow or sweet, luudthen,” Constin said. “Drain me. And then I’ll give you gentle.”
Mathen slid his mouth on Constin’s cock, taking it deep down his throat with an ease that spoke not only of experience, but the comfort of pleasuring a familiar beloved.
Constin tipped his head back, neck taut and mouth slack as Mathen’s head bobbed up and down. I caught my breath, my body warming again, not that it had cooled.
Cradled between my bonded’s legs, Andrei’s hands massaged my breasts, his mouth suckling my neck. I spread my thighs and touched my clit, rubbing as I watched. Andrei abandoned one breast and slid his fingers into my pussy, in and out as Mathen brought Constin pleasure.
Constin snarled, ripping away from Mathen and pulled him to his feet, slamming his mouth over Mathen’s.
They kissed, tongues almost dueling. Mathen caught Constin’s shoulders, squeezing, their chests bumping. Constin’s fingers dug into Mathen’s ass, then he turned the male and kicked his feet out from under him, tackling him to the ground.
“This is gentle?” I asked.
“Yes,” Andrei said. “For us.”
“Jesus.”
“No.” He plunged his fingers into me. “High Fae. And if you must call on a greater power, call on me. Andrei, Andreien, my Lord. It’s your choice.”
I gasped, arching my back. “How magnanimous.”
“Yes.” He kissed my neck.
Constin grabbed Mathen’s neck. “Submit,” he snarled.
Mathen threw Constin’s grip off and twisted onto his back, growling at Constin in turn. Constin covered Mathen, pinning Mathen’s arms above his head and kissed him. Someone cursed, someone moaned. Andrei’s fingers were deep in my pussy, stretching me as I circled and pinched my clit.
Constin trailed his mouth down Mathen’s neck, suckling and biting.
“Submit,” he breathed. “Submit, Mathen. Let me have you.” Con whispered something in Mathen’s ear. Mathen closed his eyes and smiled.
He slid down Mathen’s body and lifting his silver hair, draped it across Mathen’s taut abs before taking Mathen’s cock in his mouth.
Constin wouldn’t be deterred, and Mathen didn’t have the will. Constin fucked him until Mathen spilled down his throat with a shout, back arching, his fingers digging into Constin’s hair.
Then Constin rose and turned to me, his scorching gaze lowering to my open legs. He stalked forward, silent, and grabbed my ankles, jerking me forward until my hips dangled off the edge of the bed where he knelt.
“What are you doing?” Andrei asked, sounding wary.
Mathen blinked lazily and propped himself on his elbow, giving me a sated, sweet smile. A smile laced with deep amusement as he glanced between his luudthen.
Constin knelt between my legs, lifted my hips to his chin—and opened his mouth, letting Mathen’s seed spill onto my heated core. Then he attacked, his tongue shoving into my opening, fucking me with the same savagery he had Mathen, pushing Mathen’s release into my body.
Andrei shouted in rage, sitting up.
“Technically,” Mathen said, “our cocks are not in her pussy. Though I expect you’ll amend the rules so we don’t walk through this gaping loophole again. You should never make bargains when distracted, my Lord.”
I moaned as I climaxed under Constin’s tongue, panting and boneless. They way they’d been playing with me for the last several hours, my body was always just a few strategic touches away.
“You infernal bastard,” Andrei seethed. “You son of a harpy and a swamp rat.”
Finally, with one last lick, Constin lifted his head. “I really shouldn’t take advantage of babes, but Drei, you walked right into that one. Being greedy always backfires.”
“Her first child is mine .”
“Relax. She won’t get pregnant from this little trick.”
I coughed. “It’s possible.”
Constin froze. “ What? ”
I hoped my look was apologetic rather than devilish. I’d never seen him turn that shade of red before.
“You’d be surprised what can knock a human girl up. But,” I added as I felt Andrei about to implode, “it’s unlikely. I’m on birth control.”
Constin let out an explosive breath. “That was cruel, darling.”
I laughed. One man’s cruel was another woman’s fun.
“I’m sure we’ll talk you out of the no pussy rule. We’ll think of something you want.” He turned and crawled toward Mathen and poked him in the side. “Turn over. I’m not done with you.”
Mathen blinked up at him, then rolled onto his hands and knees. “Your manners are unfortunate.”
“Whine about my manners when you’re shouting to fuck you harder.”
Constin took Mathen, and he was right—it was savage. Breathtaking, and nearly obscene from the sounds that came from the mens’ throats. Mathen tried to get away once—I sympathized—and Constin dragged him back, ruthless.
“Take it, luudthen,” Constin said through gritted teeth. “Bite down and take all of me.”
Mathen roared.
Andrei put me on my hands and knees and fucked me as we watched our luudthen, though after a time I had to close my eyes and nestle my cheek against the bed and go along for the ride.
A long, thorough ride, and when I was wrung out and crying from the overstimulation, the men let me fall asleep, Andrei at my back, Constin at his, Mathen at my front.
They did let me sleep. A little.