49. Thyra
Chapter Forty-Nine
Thyra
Iaccept my body’s desire and my heart’s unbridled need to connect as I say, “I want every pleasure you can give me.”
Savage green eyes meet mine before Antony claims my mouth, a possessive kiss, while Stellen nudges my earlobe, his whispering hum making my toes curl even harder.
“Will you take your armor off yourself?” he asks. “Or do you want me to make it happen for you?”
At Stellen’s question, Antony breaks our kiss, allowing me to run my tongue through the final salty tears reaching my lips and say, my voice heavy, “I want you to make it happen.”
With a brush of his lips across my earlobe, sending another shot of heat into my core, Stellen runs his free hand down my braid while he hums softly.
The ribbon he gave me responds immediately, slipping neatly out from within my braid and sliding through his fingertips, back toward the base of my neck, where it glides slowly back and forth and progressively lower.
Antony’s hand on my waist becomes a caress while he stays, inches from me, watching the ribbon’s path as it parts my armor first across my collarbone, then the tops of my breasts, his gaze becoming hungrier when the ribbon stops, stretched out across my nipples.
The vibrations within the material are sending me senseless, my nipples hardening and my breath quickening.
“Fuck me,” Antony murmurs before dipping his head, flicking the ribbon out of the way with his tongue and closing his mouth over my breast.
I gasp, then moan as his teeth graze the sensitive nub, his tongue swirling, playing over my skin, both of his hands now at my hips, gripping me tightly.
All while Stellen slides his arm away from around me to knead my back, rubbing my sore muscles before one hand tangles in my now-loose hair and the other plants against the curve of my spine, supporting my arch against Antony’s mouth.
Waves of need and sharp pleasure beat through me, my breathing so rapid that I barely register Stellen’s command at my ear. “Rise up into a kneel, Thyra.”
Antony responds faster than I do, lifting his head from my breasts so he can pull me up from my cocooned position where my legs were tucked to one side.
The moment my knees touch the floor, Stellen drags his hands down my back, across my backside, and down my inner thighs, making me gasp, my core flushing with wetness before he crouches to press his palms to the ground.
His frost power spreads across the wet surface, turning the remaining water to ice while avoiding our bodies.
With a gentle thump of his fist, the ice shatters, turning to snow.
A softer surface than the hard floor. Antony promptly lifts me onto the snow, the chilled surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body as he demands my kiss.
Heady sensation intensifies as the ribbon slides from the underside of my breasts, glides down my stomach, and slips toward my pelvis. Between my rapid breathing, my moaning sighs, and the ribbon’s vibrations, my armor separates.
I nearly lose my senses when the ribbon’s soft surface glides across the tip of my clit, a long, gentle swipe before the ribbon continues toward the inside of my right thigh.
Like an infinity loop, the material slides around my leg and back to my nub, a tantalizing contact before it slips toward the back of my left thigh. And circles back again. Across my clit, around each thigh, one after the other.
Stellen’s lips graze my neck as he continues humming the music that guides the ribbon between my sensitive folds. A long, slow press and release, press and release, that drives my need deeper until I’m rocking against Antony’s hard length.
His lips crash to mine, his kiss consuming me as his hands glide possessively to my breasts, his thumbs swirling around my nipples.
I rock harder, trying to ease the ache between my legs, a sharpening need while Stellen rubs my back and shoulders and then down, kneading my backside while the ribbon drives me crazy.
And…dammit… Stellen’s song is now a tormenting strain that flushes me with wetness while keeping me on the precipice of a crash that I’m certain won’t happen until one of them is inside me.
Antony breaks his kiss to growl against my lips. “Ask for what you want, Thyra.”
His sudden pause sends my head into a spin—until Stellen wraps his hands around my breasts, pressing up behind me.
“Nothing can tear us away from you,” he whispers. “You can take everything you need.”
“More,” I gasp.
The melody in Stellen’s voice teases the air. “Of what and how? Set the terms, Thyra.”
Deep desire has already flooded my body, more intense when the ribbon stalls against my clit, an unmoving contact driving me senseless.
I have the smallest amount of clarity to recognize that I’m completely uncertain how to make this work. “I’ve never done anything like this. I’m not sure how we…?”
Stellen’s murmur is soothing. “This is a first for me too. Tell us what you want. We’ll make it work.”
I try to breathe through my desire, which Antony only makes harder when his fingertips graze lightly up and down across my nipples while Stellen cups my breasts.
I finally manage to form a coherent thought, looking up at Stellen. “Do you remember when we were beside the bath?”
His lazy smile tells me he remembers very well the way I’d stretched out, bent over beside the bath, my hands gripping its edge, and how he’d pressed up behind me.
“I remember,” he says. “But I have a question for Antony.” His firm tone makes Antony still, the tension of his thumbs on my nipples nearly driving me crazy. “Can you have children?”
“Vampyrs don’t have children.”
“But can you?”
Antony takes a moment while I fight the need to grind myself against his hands. “Since drinking Thyra’s blood, I’m not sure.”
“Then we don’t take any chances. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Stellen wastes no time, a seductive note landing in my ears, coaxing my legs apart.
I let out a groan of relief when the ribbon resumes gliding across my clit and thighs and Antony bends his head to my breast, his warm mouth closing over me.
“Fast or slow, Thyra?” Stellen asks.
I’m out of my mind. His question triggers an instant response in my body, a fresh wave of wetness soaking between my legs, a readiness that leaves me fearless and wanting. “Now.”
My command is like cracking ice.
Stellen’s hands whip from beneath my breasts, one landing on my back, his other curling around my hip. He pulls me backward, away from Antony, whose tongue glides off my breast in a flick, a wicked smile on his face.
My knees slide through the snow for two seconds before Stellen bends me at the hips and pushes me forward onto all fours into the space he created.
My armor is already parted, my body completely exposed.
Antony watches me with a hunger that sends a thrill to my core, his dark gaze devouring my naked curves.
A whisper of material tells me Stellen has shoved down his pants.
The tip of his icy cock presses to my opening, reminding me how thrillingly cold he is.
I brace for the first thrust, knowing he’s capable of incredible control, even though I’m recklessly hoping he’ll use none of it.
A moan surges through me as Stellen drives his cock, long and hard, into me, my wetness easing the way as he crashes against my deepest depth, setting my most sensitive core on fire.
Intense pleasure spirals out from my pelvis through my stomach, my thighs, my whole being, the pleasure extending as he withdraws slowly, a long pulling out.
I claw my fingers into the snow, moaning and bracing as he thrusts into me again, my cry rising around me. At the same time, the ribbon ceases its wider slide around my thighs, stopping on my clit, where it rubs gently back and forth.
A deep, animalistic instinct keeps my focus on Antony, my gaze drinking in his tight jaw, the jagged hair falling across his needy eyes, and the dangerously extended tips of his fangs.
Stellen’s next thrust comes faster.
His strong hands on my hips keep me steady, ensuring I don’t slip across the snow under the force of his movement, every thrust sending chilling pleasure through me.
My lips part as my focus stays on Antony, my words barely intelligible. “I want you in my mouth.”
He jerks forward, wrenching his pants to his thighs, the damp material sticking as he drops back to his knees. Gripping my shoulders and supporting me to keep my head raised, he guides his cock between my lips.
I take him in as far as I can, the first time I’ve tasted him, my head swimming with the brutal tang of death and life.
He’s far more careful with me than I expected, letting me set the rhythm, allowing me to run my tongue over his hard length, not forcing himself down my throat, but it’s clear to me it’s taking all of his control to hold back.
His hands grip my shoulders, his fingernails sharpening and threatening to break my skin and I… Don’t. Fucking. Care.
If I was mindless before, now I’m lost.
My hair falls to the side of my face, swaying in time to our movements.
My Lethian armor lifts off me with every hard thrust into my core, every deep slide into my mouth, every moaning breath I take, the silver threads vibrating as they rise up from my body and form a sash winding between and around us, a binding.
I need this unbreakable connection, this furious passion that bonds us together, and I never want it to end. I never want it to break.
Harder and faster, Stellen drives into me. Harder, I bury my hands in the snow and I draw Antony deeper into my mouth, my whimpers growing and my need so intense that my vision blurs.
Antony breaks his silence with a groan. “You’re everything to me, Thyra.”
I didn’t think the pleasure spiking through me could grow more intense, but a fresh burst of heat explodes across my clit and along my deepest core.
“You’re my heart and my life, Thyra,” Stellen says, adding to Antony’s declaration.
My entire body trembles with the intense pleasure and, as if my precipice has tipped Antony over the edge, he comes in my mouth, his hips jerking, his final thrust deeper than before.