Chapter 34
RYLAND
“We should go now. Right now.” Lyrae paced in front of the bedroom window, milky afternoon light still streaming in. “I’m not leaving my sister in that horrid castle a second longer than necessary.”
“Everything’s in place, but we’re waiting until dark. That’s the plan.” Varian traded a look with me, dark shadows under his eyes, strained lines on either side of his mouth. “We should all get some sleep, this will be a long night.”
It had already been a long day.
We’d made too many trips between here and the small outpost—not big enough to call a town—spending every last coin on a ramshackle wagon and two half-dead horses, the chickens, a few crates of potatoes, most of which were rotten.
Varian had just enough magic to carry the three of us back to the stables, but he needed rest.
Fuck, we all did.
“Who could even sleep right now?” Lyrae was a storm filled with restless energy with nowhere to go, and finally, I caught her by the arm.
“Sleep…or burn some of this anger off? How does that sound?” I didn’t ask, just wrapped that sheath of smooth black hair around my fist and tugged, holding her still as I plundered her velvety mouth, gorging myself on her delicate taste until her body relaxed, her fingers dug into my shoulders, my cock throbbing against her stomach.
When I pulled back, her eyes were hazy, lips swollen and wet, cheeks pink.
“Strip. Now.” I told her, stepping away, my balls already tightening.
There was something intoxicating about giving a strong woman orders, about watching her pupils blow wide, watching her quiver in anticipation as trembling fingers plucked open buttons and ties, baring her beautiful, toned body to us, Varian drinking in a deep inhale of her scent as he helped her slip off her shirt, dragged her trousers down her slim thighs.
His fingers dented the pale globes of her ass before his face pressed between her thighs, her fingers threading through his hair as he pushed her legs wider.
Then she moaned, the rough kind of sound that told me he’d sunk his tongue in deep, his head moving in time with her hips as she rode his mouth, eyes closed, mouth slightly open in utter abandonment.
They were good together, and watching Lyrae come…
Now that was something I would never get tired of watching.
I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked my boots into the corner, stripped my trousers off, palmed my cock, walking around them, watching Lyrae grind herself against Varian’s mouth, those little panting moans coming faster.
“Do you want to come?” I came up behind her, wrapped my arm around her waist, rolled one of her hard, tight nipples between my fingers, ground my throbbing cock into the softness of her perfect, delectable ass.
“Do you want Varian to fuck you with his fingers and suck your clit? Show me how much you like his mouth, Lyrae, show me how good he is.”
“Yes, please…please let me come…I’m almost there…just...give me more, please, Varian. Deeper, I need it to be harder.”
“You are so pretty when you beg. So godsdamned pretty,” I praised against her ear. “I could fucking watch the two of you all day long.” And I could, Varian eating her insatiably, Lyrae completely lost to his mouth and tongue and fingers.
“Oh gods, I’m going to…fuck,” she moaned, thrashing in my hands, Varian licking and sucking her clit all the way through her release.
“Fuck,” she whispered helplessly. The moment she went limp, I swung her up into my arms. Varian licked his lips, rocked back on his heels, looking slightly dazed, his face wet from her juices.
I tossed her onto the bed and was on her the next second, prowling up her still-trembling body, licking and nipping and kissing everywhere until I captured her mouth, roughly pressing her thighs apart. “Spread for me. Wider. Show me that pink, needy cunt.”
“Ryland…please…I need…” She spread her legs, wide enough the smell of her hit me so fast my head spun, and gods, I loved it when she was obedient.
“Spread yourself. Show me how wet you are. Let me.” She did, blushing furiously, running her fingers up through her soaked folds, spreading them until I could see her pink cunt, the tight pearled clit.
“So fucking beautiful.” I groaned.
“I know what you need and you’re going to get it.” But I couldn’t help pushing three fingers into her as she toyed with her clit, couldn’t help watching her body arch up off the bed, eyes slip closed, mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure.
I pulled out, licked my fingers like I couldn’t get enough. She tasted delicious, every piece of her, tasted exactly how I remembered, and I didn’t know how I’d survived this long without her.
“I’m going to fuck you and I’ll be…fucking gods, Lyrae. You’re killing me here.” She was swollen, wet, her pussy squeezing my cock as I worked myself into her, tighter than I remembered, slick with her juices, her pussy a perfect, velvet glove stretching around me as I shoved in a few more inches.
“Ryland.” Her back arched and I pressed her down flatter, thrust harder, liquid heat swallowing me up until I could barely think.
Varian crawled beside us, turned her head and murmured encouragement as I worked myself the rest of the way inside, until I bottomed out, pinning her hips down as I dropped my head, got my shit together so I didn’t release inside her on the first fucking stroke.
“She feels good, doesn’t she?” Varian was looking at where we were joined, at my thick member buried in her pink, swollen pussy, that tight stretch of coral pink around my ruddy girth.
“You have no idea what you do to us, Lyrae, how fucking good you feel.” He pet her breasts, then came up to capture her throat, my cock jumping when his tan fingers wrapped around the pale column to hold her in place.
“Relax, let Ryland make you feel good.” He traced her pulse point with his thumb and her eyes slipped closed again, watching us from between her lashes.
“Such a good girl, taking his cock. You’re doing so good, Ly, letting him fuck your tight pussy, letting him come inside you and fill you up.”
Her body softened, that tight channel pulsing as I pulled out, then thrust back in, all friction and heat and frantic need.
I needed more, I needed this to be faster, wilder; then my hips were thrusting, flesh slapping together as Varian tweaked her nipples, spread her hair across the pillow, turned her into a wet dream before me, my cock driving into her as a shimmer of release shot down my spine, hitting me so fast and sudden I slammed into her one final time, spending myself—everything I had—in one violent release.
“Ryland, oh Ryland, oh gods.” My head spun, her pussy clenching around me, milking me dry, as she broke apart; Varian was still crooning to her, hands caressing and soothing, eyes pinned on where we were joined.
Chest heaving, I rolled off to her other side, dropping my head into the crook of her neck.
“You are incredible. You’re going to be the fucking death of me, commander.” I managed to lift my head. “I think Varian deserves a reward for having such a clever mouth, don’t you think?”
She opened her eyes, enough for me to see how blown they were, how her smile turned lazy and inviting, how she extended her hand to her best friend, how he took it, covering her body with a reverence that made my own heart ache.
His jaw clenched when he entered her, eyes closing when he was fully seated, fingers twining with hers as he gave her what I hadn’t—sweet, slow lovemaking, filled with tender touches and gentle kisses. Both of them surrendering to the love they’d always had, and never followed through on.
Because of me.
But no more. This time around, we would all get what we wanted, and when this was over, and the Triune was secured and Varian and I killed Venmir Gravelock and had our revenge, we would all have that future we’d been robbed of.
I watched her face as he took his time bringing her to completion, as her orgasm rolled slowly through her, Varian’s name exploding from her lips, followed by a soft, gentle smile, the kind I never, ever saw from her.
We were good for her, both of us opposite sides of a coin.
I would feed her wildness, be the foil to her anger, take whatever punishments she decided I was due for my past sins. Varian would take care of her, treat her like a godsdamned queen, the way she deserved.
“You are loved, Lyrae Antares,” I murmured, tracing my finger down her perfect cheek, picking up the tear she’d shed. “So loved. And we will love you like this, every single day, until the end of time.”