Page 64 of Kiss of Frost

Right now, it was scorching. As my clit ached and more moisture soaked my fingers, I wasn’t sure I could keep my promise to Callum. My hips lifted, and moans spilled from my lips as I battled the orgasm that threatened to crash over me.

As quickly as they’d come together, the men broke apart. Callum crooked a finger at me.

“Come here, witchling,” he commanded, his voice low and husky. I was still panting from watching him and Graeme together, but I immediately sat up and crawled down the bed.

“No,” Callum said firmly. “Close but not quite, lass.” He pointed to the floor. “Down there. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to us like the good little pet you are.”

I hesitated for a moment. Then I sank to my hands and knees and crawled toward them. Never in my life had I been so aware of my body. The ancient floorboards scraped my palms and knees. My breasts swayed, my nipples puckered tight and buzzing with arousal. My hair hung over my shoulders, the ends teasing my breasts. I could only imagine what I looked like from behind, with my drenched, swollen sex peeking between my thighs.

Flames danced in the men’s eyes as they watched me. Their erections strained from their hips. A thick bead of moisture clung to Graeme’s slit. As I drew near, my mind filled with a vision of me stopping at his feet and licking it off.

“Do it,” Callum said softly, and he reached over and gripped Graeme’s shaft and held it at the ready for me. Graeme and I moaned in unison, and we locked eyes as I rose to my knees and traced my tongue around the tip of his cock.

“That’s a good lass,” he rumbled, his dragon moving through his eyes.

Callum cupped a hand under my chin. His horns were more visible than ever as he feathered his thumb along my jaw. “Do you want us both, Georgina?”

Even in my lust-addled state, I didn’t miss his use of my full name. Callum called me everything but Georgina, which told me he wanted to be absolutely certain I was on board with what was about to happen. He wasn’t content to rely on his gifts. He wanted to hear it directly from me.

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I want both of you inside me. Please. I want it so much.”

His lips curved. “Then crawl back to the bed so I can see my pussy.” As a gasp parted my lips, he tipped my chin higher. “Just now, you were wondering how it looks peeking between your thighs. Crawl back to the bed and I’ll tell you.”

Wild, dizzying lust shot through me. Aware the men watched my every move, I turned around and crawled. The journey back was almost too hot to endure with my flushed sex dripping and my clit aching so fiercely I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. But it was everything I wanted, and Callum knew it.

His hands lifted me as I reached the bed, and he guided me onto my knees and forearms with my ass high in the air. The bed dipped as he climbed in after me. He slid a hand between my thighs, and I moaned as his fingers spread my sex. He tugged upward, and I arched my back as he pulled my pussy lips wide open.

“Your beautiful little cunt is so wet,” he rasped. “Such a sweet, drenched pussy.”

“Please, Callum,” I moaned into the bed, my voice so breathy I couldn’t be sure he heard me. “Please fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” he said, his accent thickening. His thumb teased my entrance, stirring my juices. “But not here, Georgie mine. Not tonight.” He drew my body’s moisture up to the crack of my ass and rubbed his thumb around my anus. “I’ll be here tonight, taking this pretty hole.”

The bed dipped again, and then Graeme moved in front of me and assumed the position I’d occupied against the pillows. He held Callum’s bottle of lube, and he poured a liberal amount into his palm and stroked it over his thrusting shaft.

Callum’s amused voice sounded behind me. “I take it you’re a fan of lube, Graeme?”

“I don’t know what being a fan means,” Graeme said, “but if it means I like this slick stuff, the answer is yes.” He looked at me and pumped his dick. “Come sit down, lass. Get me nice and wet.”

“Finally,” I breathed, and both men laughed as I scrambled forward and straddled Graeme’s thighs. He positioned his cock at my entrance, and he held my gaze as I sank down. He was huge, but I was so turned on that I took him without pain. Even so, I bit my lip as his dick filled me up, stretching me to the brink and finally nudging my womb.

“Georgie,” he rasped, wonder blooming in his eyes. He smoothed his hands up my sides to my breasts, weighing them in his palms before stroking back down to touch a single fingertip to my engorged clit. As I shuddered and cried out, his voice went hoarse. “You’re so tight, lass. The way you’re gripping me…” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe his luck. “Damn.”

The buzzing, heady, powerful feeling flooded me once more. He was an accomplished warrior—dominating and ruthless—but I had weapons of my own. I could bring him to his knees without lifting a finger. There was power in that. I squeezed my pussy hard around his dick, and his nostrils flared wide.

“Georgie…” he said through clenched teeth.

“What?” I asked innocently, borrowing a page from Callum’s book. I rolled my hips in an experimental thrust, and Graeme sucked in a breath.

“You’re being wicked with me.”

Callum chuckled as he moved forward and snagged the lube next to Graeme’s knee. “That’s a spanking offense, witchling.”

Nerves prickled over my skin as he disappeared behind me. A second later, the bottle cap clicked open. I tried to make my voice light as I said, “Hopefully not tonight.”

He put a warm hand on my shoulder and pushed me forward until I sank to my forearms on Graeme’s chest. “Not tonight,” Callum affirmed. He smoothed his palm down my back and kept going, running a gentle hand over one of my cheeks. “I’ve got just one use for this bottom tonight.”

My throat went dry. When I tried to look over my shoulder, Graeme grasped my chin.

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