49. Thyra #2
I swallow down and that’s all I can manage before my orgasm crashes across me, a shattering wave seizing control of me, lifting my consciousness beyond me.
Antony withdraws and not a moment too soon.
I scream out my release, letting go of all my pent-up emotions, all the pain and fear and loss, crying through the intense waves that strip away my doubts and fears.
My body shudders through the ripples of pleasure that keep coming as Stellen continues to glide out and in. Slowing and easing me back to reality, even as I tremble through the aftereffects.
This heart in my chest is both torn apart and mended. I’m shivering with extended pleasure, and my arms and legs are wobbling, but I’m also aware that Stellen won’t come inside me.
My command to him is guttural. “Come between my thighs.”
He moves fast, circling an arm around my waist, pulling me up to my feet, drawing the ribbon swiftly away from my clit and letting it drop to the snow.
Now that I’m in a standing position, my wetness runs all the way down between my thighs, making my skin slick. Still standing behind me but bending his knees a little, Stellen positions his cock between my thighs and pushes my legs together over his length.
His ragged breathing tells me he’s unlocked his control, but he doesn’t take any chances with me, pushing down, fully between my legs and away from my core.
His tight hold on my hips keeps me steady through his thrusts, which I’d give anything to have pounding inside me, his unrestrained groans triggering a new need in me.
Opposite me, Antony leans back on his heels where he has remained on his knees, his dark gaze raised to mine, his focus shifting all the way up to my lips. He rises to his feet, dispensing with his pants as he prowls toward me in time to my needy breaths.
He lifts his thumb to my lower lip, where my tongue darts out, sweeping up the final droplets of his cum.
His eyes darken and his cock hardens again, his desire sending a new shiver to my stomach and reigniting the ache in my now-sensitive core.
“Do you want more?” he asks me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough,” I moan, my body defying any kind of boundary as I reach back, wrapping my hands around the sides of Stellen’s hips, my palms grazing his skin.
Antony’s lips nudge mine before his hand slides down between my legs, gliding along my clit, making me jolt. My sharp movement draws me away from Stellen, but my rocking motion drives me right back onto him.
“Fuck, Thyra,” Stellen rasps. “Do that again.”
I can’t not.
I sway against Antony’s hand, harder when he adjusts his position to hook two fingers inside me and curl them toward the front of my pelvis, the pads of his fingertips finding and rubbing the most sensitive spot within me.
Another crash builds. This orgasm comes even faster than the first, my senses driven high by Stellen’s groans and Antony’s demanding kisses.
I cry out, my core tightening around Antony’s hand, ripples of pleasure throbbing through me.
I’m fully aware that my cry triggers Stellen to shudder hard between my legs, his cold cum sliding down my thighs, easing the heat within my body.
A heat that…damn…builds right up again.
With a desperate moan, I push on Antony’s chest. “Down,” I gasp. “I need to ride you.”
For a second, I think he’s going to tease me and make me wait, but my sobbing breaths make his eyes widen.
He drops to his back on the snow-covered floor, pulling me down with him. Quickly straddling him, I position myself at the tip of his cock and drive myself down onto him, crying through the desperate need pulsing deep in my core.
His groans make me wild as he grips my hips and thrusts up in time with my movements.
Pushing myself faster and harder, I seek the release I need, a deep, desperate desire that overrides every rational thought and every boundary I ever placed around my body.
“Stellen,” I cry, leaning low over Antony’s chest. “I have another place you can fuck me.”
His quiet footfalls crunch through the snow before he drops to a crouch beside me, his hand gliding to the back of my neck, his cold thumb caressing my cheek.
His voice is gentle. Controlled. “No, Thyra. Without the right oils, that would hurt you.” His voice becomes intense. “I will never put sex above your wellbeing.”
“Then, please.” I rear upright as I continue to drive myself down onto Antony’s length and he pulls me hard against himself. “Come in my mouth?”
“That, I will do.”
Pulling off his pants, Stellen plants his feet on either side of Antony’s torso. Antony doesn’t seem to mind, stretching his arms out, his palms now playing across my breasts.
I pull Stellen’s cock into my mouth, my hands free to hold on to his thighs as I drag in his icy taste, my eyes raised to his.
I’m surprised by how easy it is to time my movements, plunging onto Antony as I draw away from Stellen’s cock, driving back onto Stellen’s length as I lift off Antony’s hardness.
Impossibly, my heart calms and my senses expand, every droplet of water sharp in my vision, every snowflake perfectly cold as my knees dig into the snow, my silver armor humming and sparkling as it circles us.
The intense drag of Antony’s thumbs across my breasts, the tight grip of Stellen’s hand in my hair, the shimmering gold of the Dragonstone Blade at the corner of my eye…
And a ripple of indefinable darkness at my back.
A shiver tears through me and finally…
Finally…
An orgasm breaks deep within me, shattering through my pelvis, my stomach, down my legs and up through my chest, a physical force striking through my heart more powerfully than I ever thought possible.
Long, long moments extend within my mind.
I’m conscious of Stellen jerking into my mouth and, a heartbeat later, lifting me off Antony just before Antony shudders beneath me, his hand now on his cock and some sort of silent communication happening between him and Stellen.
A moment later, Stellen pulls me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest, my head nestled in the crook of his neck.
The quiet, urgent murmurs between him and Antony wash across me.
“Towels,” Stellen says.
“I’ll warm them between my hands.”
Antony’s on his feet, hurriedly pulling on his pants, and then Stellen’s carrying me into the barracks, laying me down on the bed while my armor sways in the air behind him.
Antony quickly appears, rubbing wet towels between his palms and handing them one at a time to Stellen, who draws them first across my face and neck, then gently down my chest, discarding the first towel before using the second to clean my thighs, and a third to gently wipe between my legs, swiping front to back, and only once, before he grabs a fresh towel.
“Beds,” Antony says, disappearing back into the bathing room, returning with the ruby circlet.
My body could be floating, suspended; I’d fear I was about to drift away if it weren’t for Stellen’s hands acting as an anchor, keeping me present and with him.
Feeling finally returns to my limbs, although my other senses are still in overdrive, every clanking sound sharp in my hearing as Antony pushes a second bed alongside the one on which I’m lying and disappears beneath them.
“Done,” he says, sliding out from under the beds. “The circlet will hold the frames together.”
He climbs across the now-joined beds, wrapping his arms around me, spooning my back while Stellen grabs blankets from the neighboring shelves and wraps them over us, sliding under them, facing me.
My eyelids are heavy, my body relaxed.
For the first time, possibly in my entire life, I feel completely safe.
“Thyra.” Stellen strokes my cheek, brushing my damp hair from my face. “Are you—”
“Happy,” I murmur, stretching out between them, pressing back into Antony’s chest, drinking in the hardness of his muscles and the bareness of his body that he usually cloaks in metal.
I tug on Stellen’s arm, urging him closer to me, tangling my arms with his, sighing as I nestle against his strong shoulder.
Sleep pulls me down, a slow, comforting descent from which nothing could drag me.
As I drift off, my mind barely registers Antony’s low rumble, which comes as if from a distance, “You saw it too?”
“Yes,” Stellen answers.
Antony growls. “Fuck.”