Chapter 15 #2
The other night when I played with Big Red, I thought about Titus and it was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever experienced.
Now knowing that it was a clone of him, dear God, it’s so unfair for him to be that gorgeous and hung.
Images in my mind of Aurelius and Cercies’s naked bodies all over mine started to make my head spin.
They were both annoyingly attractive as well.
A part of me wanted to remain the doting wife trying to cross a universe to get back to her husband, but I realized a different part of me had awakened in this realm.
In my past life I would never do anything so taboo, I would never even consider it, but here in this version of myself, my body craved depravity, and I had never felt so fucking alive.
“Can I have a drink of that?” I asked. I needed something to numb my throbbing body before I did something I’d regret. Cercies passed me the bottle.
“I don’t think that’s…” Aurelius started to say.
“Shhhh, it’s fine, she can handle it, go ahead princess.” Titus interrupted with so much charm followed by a sexy smile.
Fae males must possess some kind of superpower of seduction because I was finding it difficult to breathe normally.
I was so hot, sweating actually, that I shook off Titus’s warm magic blanket.
I fought to suppress my urges, but I had very little control.
There was no doubt in my mind that I had flooded the room with the scent of my arousal.
I took the bottle from the General, tipped it back, and swallowed a large drink.
A small drop missed my lip and spilled down my chest, settling between my breasts.
When I tipped my head down, I saw three pairs of amber eyes on me, almost glowing.
They wanted me, and a wave of boldness rushed through me like a lioness remembering she had claws and teeth. I cleared my throat.
“Just to be clear, all this mate sharing business only happens after you mark me, correct?” I asked.
“Yes,” Titus responded, his voice edged with a low, breathy growl.
“According to your prophecy, at what point do I need to be marked to complete the mission?”
Titus tilted his head and intensified his gaze, his smile widening in that distinctly Fae way I was beginning to notice. It was both chilling and intoxicating. “Why? Feeling a little eager, are we?” the High Lord teased wickedly. He looked to the Master of Dragons for an answer.
Aurelius spoke.
“Technically, not until after you have the dagger and have located the God Dragon. You only need to be mated when you awaken and free Eloria.”
For the first time in a long while, I felt confident and daring.
I saw the way they all looked at me. It was the same feeling I had that night in my room when Aurelius had almost kissed me.
For once, I felt powerful. They wanted me so badly they’d do anything to claim me.
And in that want, I held the reins. I realized then I had far more power than I had believed.
“Then here are my terms. I will not accept your mate mark until the very last possible minute. Then I will let you fuck me one time, and one time only. I want to finish the ceremony, release the dragon, and go home all on the same day, so I won’t be obligated to dick, because I won’t be here,” I demanded.
I stood and, with my most seductive walk, set the bottle on the coffee table between us. I made sure to bend low enough for Titus to see straight down my leather strappy top. Two could play his game.
With a flash of speed, he lunged, and suddenly I was sitting on his lap, straddling him on the sofa, my wrists resting on his firm shoulders.
How did he do that? I did not even feel my body move!
One moment I was leaning over the table, the next I was in his lap, unable to move.
The same paralyzing magic he had used earlier outside was confining me again.
“What the? Titus, stop. Let me go!” I demanded. He leaned into my chest and inhaled deeply, savoring my scent.
“Don’t tempt me, princess. It’s a dangerous game you won’t win,” he said in a dark, domineering voice.
He licked the drop of liquor from between my breasts up to my neck.
His large hands rested on my thighs, and his touch felt electric.
His warm tongue against the sensitive skin of my chest made me shudder with heat.
I wanted him. No, I needed him. My body craved him in the vilest ways imaginable.
Being restrained, surprisingly, only added to the rush, even though I pretended to hate it.
I was not ready to admit that kink to myself yet.
Cercies and Aurelius watched closely with seductive smirks, enjoying every second of the High Lord tormenting me.
His body pressed mine firmly against him, pinning my hips in place, positioned at my most sensitive spot.
In that moment, I was almost grateful I was paralyzed from the neck down, because I would not have been able to resist the urge to grind myself against him.
The heat rolling off him melted every impulsive urge inside me.
My willpower shattered into a thousand little pieces.
I had never felt anything so powerful in my life.
The magnitude of desire in this realm, with immortal beings, was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
It was a force all its own, made monstrous and mesmerizing by the Fae.
“I bet she tastes so good,” Cercies growled.
“Come see for yourself,” Titus replied, his smirk as sinful as the devil himself.
The General rose from his chair and knelt beside me. “Is the tiny warrior going to try to fight me off?” he asked in a playful, smoldering voice. I panted heavily and replied, “No,” in a breathy moan.
“Good, because you wouldn’t win anyway,” he said wickedly.
I understood that the General was asking for my
consent. Luckily, he had it.
I did not know why I wanted more than one male touching me.
It had been so long since I had felt the warmth of another body and a man’s touch.
My body was in full control, not my mind.
He swept my hair over my other shoulder and began to kiss, lick, and suck at my neck.
Pleasure surged through me, and I let out a gasp, followed by a soft moan of pleasure.
Titus squeezed my thighs, enjoying the view.
“Do you still want that kiss, Lady Delilah?” a voice asked. I opened my eyes, and Aurelius stood at my other side.
“Yes,” I nodded.
He dropped to a knee. Using his knuckle, he tipped my chin up toward his lips. He started slow and sensual, then deepened the kiss, his hand tangled in my hair.
Titus began to move against me, grinding against the most sensitive place between my legs, over our clothes. My moans grew louder.
“You smell so fucking good. The scent of your arousal is so addictive, I should declare it illegal,” the High Lord moaned.
Titus groaned as he rubbed himself against me.
Cercies’ massive, callused hand slid down my chest, closing around my breast and brushing over my hardened nipple. I had always had a naturally full chest, but it looked small in his hand.
While I was lost in the Dragon Master’s mouth, Titus interrupted in a wickedly vile, deep voice,
“I accept your terms, princess, but I released your hold a long time ago. You are doing this because you want to, so do me a favor and stop pretending you don’t. By the time I mark you, you won’t want to return to your mortal mate, because you won’t want to leave my fucking bed.”
Huh? What? I could move this whole time?
I pulled my mouth away from Aurelius, intent on lunging for the High Lord’s lips.
I felt the Dragon Master’s delayed release at the back of my head, as if he were reluctant to let go.
When he finally loosened his grip, I dove into Titus’s kiss, but he turned his head, and I settled for his neck instead.
The Lord of flame stood, my legs wrapped around him, his hands gripping my ass with near bruising force. He held me as we reclined onto the coffee table.
He kissed my body ferociously, driven by a hateful lust. His body pressed over mine.
The scent of pine and smoke made me feral.
I spiraled into shameful depravity and did not care.
In that moment, all I could be was the raw, primal, morally unbound version of myself.
I do not think I could have stopped, even if I wanted to.
These three Fae rulers had me completely enthralled, with
the High Lord as their ringleader.
He pushed himself off me, kneeling between my legs, leaving me to lay on the table between all of them. I could see all their erections straining through their clothing.
Good Lord, what did I get myself into?
“From now on, you only wear this shit for me,” the High Lord commanded.
My strappy leather bodysuit began to smolder and incinerate, leaving nothing but traces of ash behind, starting at my wrists and creeping up to my neck and down my chest. It was a painless crawl of heat that tingled across every inch of my skin.
The delicate caress of the flame was hot, but it did not hurt.
“Such juicy tits she has.” Cercies remarked as he rubbed my breast.
Aurelius dove in and sucked my other nipple in his mouth.
My moans became unhinged cries of pleasure screaming for release.
“Brings back good memories, doesn’t it, brothers?” Titus remarked.
“Her moans are like music to my ears,” Aurelius commented.
“Perhaps we should see who can make her moan the loudest,” Cercies suggested. “If I recall correctly, Aurelius was the last champion.”
Titus frowned. “He has that snake like tongue. Completely unfair advantage. I would have won if it were based on penetration alone.”
Aurelius sneered. “Oh, fuck off, Titus. Cercies was the one who got that Water Fae to soak the bed.”
Cercies laughed. “Those Water Fae females are messy.”