Page 54 of The Sanguine Selection
Mikhail adds a second finger as Marek’s bite bleeds from burning to pleasure. My whole body ignites. I’m trembling, ready to fucking explode, but just before I do, Marek abandons my sex and sinks his fangs into my upper thigh, while still fucking me with two fingers.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
Pleasure ebbs and flows, and I’m constantly on edge, constantly almost there. I no longer care that other people are here. No longer care that many eyes have descended on us. All I care about are their wicked mouths and talented fingers. I want to lose myself in the abyss of pleasure and I get so close. So fucking close.
But never close enough.
As the kings drink their fill, Marek lifts his head, mouth crimson from my blood. “So fucking needy aren’t you.” He chuckles softly and lands a spank on my breast. “You don’t come without permission, remember that, slave?”
I try to jerk out of their grasp, anger at their denial replacing the heated desire. Anger at myself for letting go as much as I did, for craving them so much.
“Fuck you,” I spit out and instantly regret the words fully aware that I’m still spread and on display, still held captive by their strong hands and bodies.
Marek lifts his head from my thigh, and I gasp at the release, my sex still throbbing and desperate for more of their touch. “You don’t deserve our cocks inside your pussy, slave. You never will. What you deserve is this exquisite torture of your clit.” He circles the bud again with maddening slowness, not quite touching where I need. “I want it to hurt. Tell me it hurts.”
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“And these hard, aching nipples,” Marek adds, pulling and rolling mine between his fingers. “Tell me how lonely they are. How you wish I’d increase the pressure, how much more you need.”
“Please!” I’m begging now, out of my mind. “I’ll do anything.”
Mikhail slips his fingers back inside me, fucking me for a brief moment before pulling them out and stretching them wide, my arousal coating his fingers. “And an empty cunt. That is what you have earned. After a century of longing, maybe then we will give you what you so desperately desire.”
The room fades again and suddenly we’re back in the kings’ chambers. Marek all but tosses me inside the cage and locks the door before the twins abandon me and enter their private rooms.
All alone, I tug the severed halves of my frock closed and curl into a ball. So many emotions bring this torrent of tears to my eyes but the one that hurts the most is shame.
I am so ashamed of my actions. Of my desperation. Of how I’d do it all again to have their hands on me.
I sniff back the tears knowing I have nothing to entice them with, but I also have nothing to lose.
And nothing is more dangerous than a woman backed into a corner.
26
Mikhail
“Come on then. Keep up.”I tug on the leash clipped to my slave’s collar and she sneers at me as she stumbles from the harsh jerk. I know she’s pissed but I also know she will not admit such a thing in fear of more…punishment.
But how I wish to punish her once more, to see her unravel. To do things to her body which have never been done, to touch places on her knowing I was the first to claim it.
Claim her.
I cannot deny my own desire for the little creature, her supple body when spread before me is a feast made for kings to devour. Ever since her mouth sucked so sweetly on my cock, I cannot get the image out of my head or the fierce desire to do it again. Never was I one to deny my own cravings. I do what I want. Take what I want if it pleases me. This shift, having to impose restraint upon myself, is a challenge.
But I like a challenge.
The life of a king can become mundane. This much has become clear since we reawakened. The constant vying for our attention from the members of Libarynn and even outside of Sintara, the measly issues we must resolve. The tenuous boring conversations that must be had. It can be infuriating to say the least.
Jasper has shared that the kings’ schedule is quickly filling. Meetings with high ranking Lords and Ladies, a second discussion with Karynth, the wolf alpha. Then there’s the addition to the castle I’d like to make, an issue I’ve not yet even discussed with Marek.
As we pass through the castle, my little slave pattering just behind me with warm, booted feet, my subjects bow, not rising until they are no longer in my sight. I tug the leash again, not because she’s fallen behind but because I enjoy it. I enjoy the control I have over her, directing her every move. I also get a kick out of the bell chiming away with each step she takes, and the fact that it infuriates her.
She mutters something under her breath, and my smile grows wickedly as I abruptly step in front of her, hand clasped around her throat. Her blue eyes widen in surprise and her lips part in a very seductive ‘o’. “Something you wish to say, slave?” I tilt my head, appraising her and feel her swallow hard under my palm.
She grips onto my hand, shaking her head, snapping her lips shut.
