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He hummed, pulled my cheeks apart, and thrust his tongue inside me.

Varick knelt and sucked Laurent’s dick into his mouth.

I lifted onto my elbows, my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. Heat blasted me from head to toe as I watched Varick suck Laurent’s dick. Varick was just as skilled as Laurent, his powerful jaw stretched wide as he thrust his head forward, sucking Laurent to the root. Varick reached between Laurent’s legs, his thick fingers disappearing. A second later, Laurent jerked, his tongue in my ass faltering.

Varick pulled off Laurent’s dick. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Laurent moaned and resumed eating my ass, his tongue swiping firm circles around my rim. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this. After our wedding rite, he’d introduced me to almost every sexual pleasure imaginable. But this was so, so different. The intensity was almost too much to bear.

Varick played with Laurent’s ass as he sucked Laurent’s dick. Laurent moaned and lapped at my hole. He teased the muscle open, relaxing me and loosening me up. His stubble scraped my most sensitive flesh, and I would have slammed my legs shut but I couldn’t break his grip on my thighs.

Eventually, I couldn’t prop myself up anymore, and I flopped back down, moaning as another orgasm rushed toward me.

Laurent thrust a long finger into my ass. His other hand went to my pussy and rubbed my clit in the small, quick circles I loved.

I flew apart. Every muscle tensed. My toes curled, and I screamed so loudly my ears rang.

The next time I opened my eyes, Laurent was untying my garters. Varick watched from nearby, his big hand slicking oil over his dick.

Golden eyes held mine. “I haven’t had your ass yet, halfling. We’re going to change that right now.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

VARICK

Given looked like a goddess.

I wasn’t sure what Laurent saw when he communed with the gods, but it had to be similar to the beauty arranged before me now.

Creamy skin. Flushed cheeks. Big, round tits reddened from my hands and Laurent’s stubble. And a plump, glistening pussy between slender thighs.

But, as I’d told her, I wanted her tight little hole.

Laurent finished with her stockings. I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me, our cocks rubbing as I seized his mouth. His hand skimmed my ribs as he kissed me back.

Relief pounded through me all over again. I couldn’t stop him from performing his blood rites. The priesthood was as much a part of him as breathing. But he’d never scared me like he had today. He’d died in my arms, his heart silent for so long I’d started down a long, endless tunnel of despair.

Without Given’s power, Laurent would have died. He knew it. I’d seen his sharp eyes assessing the Middling as it bled into the Sanctum.

I just didn’t know what the fuck any of it meant.

Awareness prickled over me, and I realized I stood next to the bed with my dick in my hand while Laurent and Given watched me with budding confusion on their faces.

I tossed the oil to Laurent, who caught it handily. “Get yourself ready.” I plucked Given from the bed and stood her in front of me, steadying her with my hands on her hips. “And I’m going to get you ready.” I tipped her chin up. “I would never hurt you. Never. You know that, right?”

Her blue eyes were like the sky over Lar Katerin in spring. “Of course I do.”

Behind her, Laurent stretched on his back on the bed and stroked oil over his straining dick. A sensualist to his core, he spread his legs and worked both hands over his shaft and balls, a satisfied sigh easing from his lips.

I turned Given around but kept my hands on her hips. She sucked in a breath, her body tensing slightly as she watched Laurent. I smiled and put my mouth next to her ear. “Do you want to know why he’s bare?”

Her heart beat faster, the thumps like thunder in my ears.

I smiled against her neck and trailed a hand down to her pussy, where I sifted through the pale, wet curls that covered her mound. “He’s bare because I keep him that way,” I murmured. “It reminds him that he belongs to me.”

On the bed, Laurent’s burning silver gaze held mine. He rested one hand on his rippling abs and worked the other up and down his oiled dick.

I spread Given’s drenched lips and toyed with her clit. “If I told him to flip over and spread his ass, he would do it.” Her breath hitched, and I slid my finger to her opening and circled it. “He’d show us his hole if I commanded it. He’d do anything I commanded.” I moved back to her clit and stroked the hungry little bud. “That’s why he’s bare, halfling. It’s an order he follows every minute of every day, keeping his dick and ass smooth for me.”

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