Page 42 of Kept

Varick didn’t stop. Didn’t wait for Laurent to adjust. He kept going, sinking his dick to the hilt, the nest of golden hair around his cock pressed firmly to Laurent’s lips. He stayed that way, his eyes drifting shut.

“Yes,” rasped. He tipped his head back and rocked his hips forward gently, stuffing himself that much deeper down Laurent’s throat. Sinking into Laurent’s obedience.

Laurent’s legs jerked on the bed. He squirmed a little and then went still, the only sign of his effort the veins and tendons popping in his neck.

My heart raced as I devoured the sight. The manor house could have gone up in flames, and I couldn’t have torn my gaze away. Maybe the display shouldn’t have riveted me like it did. Maybe I shouldn’t have whimpered with need, my sex clenching as I watched my husband swallow his lover’s dick. Our lover’s dick. But I couldn’t be bothered with should. Because these males belonged to me. Each one so different. Both capable of turning me inside out in their own way. I wanted them both. I wanted them together.

I wanted.

Varick pulled from Laurent’s throat, his cock glistening with saliva. He lifted Laurent’s head, supporting it while Laurent coughed and sucked in air.

“Good boy,” he whispered, stroking Laurent’s brow. “So fucking perfect. Can you do another for me?”

“Yeah,” Laurent said hoarsely.

Varick gave him a moment, then guided Laurent’s head back down and thrust his cock between Laurent’s lips. This time, he rocked his hips, pumping in and out of Laurent’s mouth while Laurent breathed and gagged around him. Varick’s cock stretched Laurent’s jaw wide, the shiny, round shaft looking almost obscene as it pumped down Laurent’s throat.

And then, Varick curled his big body over Laurent’s and took Laurent’s dick into his mouth.

Every muscle in my body tensed. I sat in the pillows with my gown puddling around me, and I waited to combust. I waited for flames to ripple up my skirts and engulf me, the heat matching the inferno licking between my legs and racing through my veins. I panted, my breasts heaving as I watched Varick spread his legs wider. Watched Laurent accommodate the new angle, his head bobbing as he slurped and sucked at Varick’s dick while Varick slurped and sucked at his.

They moved beautifully together, hips rolling in a sensual rhythm as they fucked each other’s faces. The sounds were almost as enticing as the visual feast they presented. The heavy, wet smacks of their dicks tunneling into each other’s mouths were punctuated by their satisfied grunts and deep, rumbling moans.

Laurent spread his legs wider on the bed. He reached a hand up and stroked Varick’s side, his rings on display as he moved his hand over Varick’s ribs. The sight reminded me of his hand bunching my gown at my waist as he’d feasted between my thighs in the Midnight Palace.

My pussy ached. So did my breasts, my chest heavy and my nipples tingling. Suddenly, I stopped being grateful for my clothes. The fabric was too tight against my aching, heated skin. I wanted to fling everything off. Spread my legs and work my clit until I stopped aching. But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I needed to be filled, and these males had trained my body to only be satisfied when they filled me. Front and back, I needed them, their dicks spearing me and leaving no quarter.

Varick straightened, letting Laurent’s dick slip from his mouth and slap wetly against Laurent’s stomach. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth and pulled his cock from Laurent’s throat. As Laurent gasped and caught his breath, Varick grabbed Laurent’s hand and guided it to Laurent’s shaft. “Stroke yourself,” he ordered, then stepped away from the bed and began undressing.

Laurent shuddered and did as he was told, wrapping his fingers around his wet cock and stroking. He held his held up, the muscles in his shoulders straining with the effort of maintaining such an awkward position. But he didn’t seem to mind. His fangs showed between his parted lips as he worked his dick.

I dug my hands into the pillows on either side of me and squeezed. It was either that or hike up my skirts and rub myself to a lightning-fast orgasm. Gods, I was ready to come without touching myself at all.

Laurent looked at me, his fist moving up and down his thick length. “Is that pussy wet enough for me yet, princess?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Yes, my lord.”

His hand on his dick faltered as lust flared in his eyes. “Oh, princess, I do like that.” Abruptly, he tilted his head back. His hand stilled, and he drew an unsteady breath. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.”

“You do, and you’ll regret it,” Varick responded. Nude now, he joined us on the bed. Once again, I was reminded just how huge he was—how much corded muscle was packed onto his overlarge frame. Everything about him was primed for killing, from his thick shoulders and ridged abs to his round, meaty thighs and long legs.

But as he grabbed Laurent’s hips and jerked him fully onto the bed, I was also reminded of what Varick had suffered. His back was a ruin. Scar tissue covered him from shoulder to hip, the skin twisted and tangled in white, waxy ropes. He’d been savagely beaten. In some places, he must have been flayed to the bone.

And I knew the scars he bore inside were just as deep and tragic. Laurent’s blood had healed what Varick’s men had done to the rest of Varick’s body, but nothing could touch the wounds in Varick’s mind. Like the scars on his back, those would linger forever.

Emotion clogged my throat, love and desire mixing as I watched Varick haul Laurent up. He urged Laurent onto his knees so they faced each other, and then Varick took both their dicks in hand and stroked them together.

Laurent’s nostrils flared. He swayed toward Varick, his dark head falling forward like it was too heavy to hold up. His lips landed in the space where Varick’s neck met his shoulder, and he murmured something too low for me to catch.

Or maybe he said nothing at all. Senseless things that were nevertheless meaningful.

Varick continued to stroke, working their damp shafts together in one big fist. They were both dripping, both huffing and moaning as they rocked together.

I rocked, too, my body on the edge of a cliff I was prepared to tip over. I gripped the pillows hard as I watched Varick’s hand sliding back and forth, every pass wetter and slicker.

“Feels so good,” Laurent whispered into Varick’s neck, turning his head so I saw every vulnerable slope and plane of his face. His slack mouth with its wet bottom lip. The taut lines between his brows. The pink flush on his high cheekbones. “I want to come.”

“Not just yet,” Varick said, his tone a far cry from his general’s voice. He said it tenderly, and he was gentle as he stopped stroking and used his free hand to pull Laurent’s mouth to his. Still gripping Laurent’s dick, he kissed him with a reverence that stole my breath. It was a slow, thorough claiming. Years of history and shared experience poured into a kiss far more intimate than anything else I’d seen them do. Varick released Laurent’s cock and moved his hand to Laurent’s ass. He squeezed the muscle, pulling Laurent’s hips against his so their dicks rubbed together.

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