Page 76 of Stolen

I thrust harder, falling into a rhythm as I tongued her nipple. I suckled her and rolled my hips. Ran a hand up her leg, feeling the smooth edge of the ribbon that held her stocking in place.

I realized I’d used my right hand.

The pain was gone.

Joy warbled in my throat. I pulled my mouth off Given’s nipple and propped myself on my forearms. My hand was whole and unblemished. The smoking, bleeding gouge was no more.

And I had a new bly’ad on my tongue. And my wife beneath me.

“You don’t love me, Laurent.”

Oh, I was going to prove her wrong.

The glow under Given’s skin swelled. It spilled from her, filling the temple. Something drifted past my head—a small, white blossom.

Well, that’s new. With a rapidly beating heart, I watched more flowers appear out of thin air and drift toward the ground. Just before they touched the obsidian, they disappeared.

I looked down at Given. She was a goddess of light beneath me. “Are you doing this?”

“Yes, but I don’t know how. I’ve never pulled the Middling into another place.”

I smiled. “We’ll figure it out later.” We had a great deal to figure out. But I was ready now.

Power thrummed under my skin. Energy crackled through my veins. Given glowed, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust as she panted those kittenish little cries I loved so much. I bent my head and kissed her, sucking at her plump bottom lip.

Varick’s hands settled on my hips. For a moment, he held me that way, guiding my thrusts. Then his thigh brushed mine, and his big hands pulled my cheeks apart.

“Fuck,” I muttered against Given’s mouth. I reared back and looked at Varick over my shoulder. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I intend to.” He planted a foot next to Given’s hip and spit into his palm. He rubbed the moisture over his dick, which was red and engorged.

Lust shot through me, tightening my balls. We were next to the altar, the golden bowls overflowing with my blood. The smaller bowl was nearby, too, the sanctified blood inside gleaming in the candlelight.

“Use that,” I said, nodding toward it.

Varick followed my gaze. His golden eyes flicked back to me.

“Use it. Get me slick and fuck me, baby.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice. He snagged the bowl and dipped his fingers. A second later, warmth coated my hole, and I cried out as his thick finger pushed inside me.

Given cried out, too, and she craned her head up, trying to see everything. My naughty princess.

I slowed my thrusts as Varick fingered me, quickly getting me ready. His breathing grew labored, and his fingers trembled as he worked me open, pushing past the ring of muscle and stroking my gland. Bliss swept me, and I bit down hard on my lip as I whimpered through his ministrations.

“I’m ready,” I rasped. “Give me that dick.”

Varick grunted. Slapped his cock against my ass cheek as he rubbed his thumb around my hole. “You’ll get it when I decide to give it to you.”

“Well, you better fucking hurry.” I clenched around his thumb, already way too close to the edge. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle having his fat dick inside me with Given’s vise of a pussy wrapped around my cock. But I’d figure it out.

Varick teased me a second longer, then lined up and pushed inside.

I stopped thrusting and clenched my jaw against the burn. I wasn’t as ready as I needed to be, after all. Deep inside Given, my dick softened.

Varick knew it, and he smoothed his hands around my ribs and found my nipples. He pinched lightly, teasing and rolling the peaks gently as he kissed the side of my neck. “Relax.” He kissed down to my shoulder, his beard brushing my skin.

Given reached up and stroked my jaw. Together, they soothed me. Tended me.

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