Page 79 of Kept

“That’s just making you look cuter.”

“Never mind,” I grunted.

He blew out his taper, then came to me and climbed into my lap. He straddled my thighs, his silver eyes dancing with a combination of heat and amusement as he tugged my head to the side and whispered in my ear. “If you’re going to pound that big, fat dick of yours into someone’s ass tonight, General, you’ve got to give them time to prepare.”

“Fuck,” I muttered, breathing him in. Only Laurent could turn the practical side of sex into something stimulating. “Maybe you could distract me while I’m waiting.”

He pulled back and surveyed me with heated eyes. “I love how battle always makes you so eager to fuck.”

I palmed his erection through his pants. “You’re one to talk. And I’m always eager to fuck.”

“Yes, you are,” he murmured. “Husband.”

My breath hitched.

His wicked smile melted into a tender one. He rubbed his thumb over my cheekbone. “Does it bother you?” he asked softly. “We don’t have to use the title.”

“I want to use it,” I rasped, realizing how much I meant it. “I’m proud to be your husband.”

Movement in the corner of my eye made me turn my head.

Given stood at the top of the stairs, her blue eyes lit with desire as she watched us. “Are you starting without me?” she asked lightly. She wore a tight-fitting black gown in the Nor Doruvian style, her flat stomach and the plump swells of her breasts framed by the plunging neckline.

Laurent left my lap and sat beside me. “If this is the dessert you promised us, princess, I already want seconds.”

She smiled at him and shook her head. “You’re impossible.”

“I know.”

“Come over here,” I growled. “Wife,” I added, liking the way the word felt on my tongue.

She must have liked it, too, because the desire in her eyes flared higher as she obeyed, the gown’s skirt flowing around her long legs. She wasn’t a very obedient wife, though, because she stopped at the foot of the bed and began undressing.

It didn’t take her long.

The gown fastened with a tie at her waist. One tug and the whole thing slid to the floor, leaving her completely bare.

My mouth went dry.

Laurent made a sound like he was dying.

I took a long moment to appreciate my good fortune, my dick swelling painfully as I stared at Given’s firm, round tits with their little pink nipples. They puckered tighter under my gaze. Her breathing quickened, and she curled her hands into fists at her sides.

“Widen your stance a little,” I told her.

With a whimper, she did as she was told. Her pussy was already glistening.

“Spread it open,” I said. “Use both hands.”

Laurent cursed softly.

Given hesitated, then reached down and pinched each smooth labia. With another whimper, she slowly pulled her lips apart, revealing her swollen clit and shiny, pink center.

I stared at her pussy for another long moment before lifting my eyes to hers. “Are you wet enough to satisfy your husbands, halfling?”

Her cheeks turned as pink as her pussy. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?

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