Page 61 of Bliss & Her Idols

Jin and Cricket take turns lapping at my clit. Then I watch with blown wide eyes, while Cricket sucks on it.

I bury my hands in Cricket’s curls, holding him in place.

Encouraged, he sucks harder.

Please don’t let Stapleton return yet.

So close...

Neither man moves to touch themselves.

Their entire focus is on my pleasure.

Jin glances at me through his eyelashes like a dragon shifter worshiping his queen. He turns his attention lower, questing, until his tongue is stabbing in and out rhythmically to my pussy like he truly is addicted to the taste of my slick.

The combination of watching these two men on their knees, my Beta and Omega, in the tiny space of this dark closet, while they tongue me at the same time, is enough to push me over the edge.

I slam my hand over my mouth to stifle my scream.

Immediately, Jin rises with fluid grace to his feet.

His lips are still glossy with slick. He licks at them.

I drop my skirt back down, as Cricket sits back happily on his heels, purring.

Jin grabs me by the back of the neck and whispers, hot and urgent and frighteningly serious, “Thank you. That wasbliss. I’ll arrange for you to be taken to the special friends and pack section of the arena. Watch me tonight. Whatever happens after, know that I’ll be singing for you both.”

My breath hitches.

Don’t let that be a goodbye.

Doesn’t Jin believe that we can really save him?

Does he think that all of this was only a fantasy? A short, grabbed moment of freedom and nothing more?

Bang, bang, bang.

Cricket startles, jumping to his feet.

Jin’s expression becomes unreadable as he turns away from me, protectively pulling both Cricket and me behind him.

I already feel colder like I’ve lost him.

“Open up now,” Stapleton orders, sternly. “Your time is up. If you don’t obey, I will break down this door. One, two,three…”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Knight Amphitheater, Haven

My heart is beating too fast. My breathing is ragged.

“Three,” Stapleton repeats with a warning snarl. Jin jumps. “You asked for this, Idol.”

I hold my breath.

Is Stapleton truly going to break down the door?

The closet suddenly feels oppressively small and dark.

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