Page 86 of Dalla's Royal Guards
Dalla laughed, reaching for Nasser even as she pressed back against Musad. The double attack on her senses sent flames through her. Their hands continued their gentle exploration, Nasser’s palms warm as they molded to her breasts, his thumbs grazing across the peaks that were already sensitive from thelast three days; Musad’s fingers finding their way between her thighs, teasing and coaxing until her breath caught and her laugh melted into a low, hungry moan.
She shifted instinctively, caught between them, her body alive and pulsing with want as she maneuvered herself and Musad to their knees in a spooning position while Nasser was moved up in front of her, his cock aligned with her mouth. The covers were pulled down, revealing the tangle of limbs and warm skin in the early light.
Dalla looked into Nasser’s delighted eyes with a daring expression. “You’re at my mercy,” she boasted.
“And you are at mine,” Musad growled in her ear. He wrapped his hand around her long braid, exposing her throat.
She couldn’t help releasing another moan and pressing back into him. He groaned, slowly lowering her head down Nasser’s shaft and back up as he stroked her clit. She felt Musad all around her and thrilled at Nasser’s moans.
“You two are insatiable,” she said with mock exasperation when Musad brought her fully back up.
“Guilty,” Nasser murmured, running his hand along her jaw and throat. “But you make it impossible not to be.”
“You are, too,” Musad goaded as he pushed through her moist curls with one finger, and then two, matching the slow rhythm of her mouth on Nasser.
Dalla’s eyes locked with Nasser’s in open adoration, her fingers curling around his shaft as she poured everything she was feeling into the slow, sensual strokes of her tongue and lips—her love, her fear, her need to hold onto this moment.
Her body trembled between them, Musad’s deep strokes almost touching her womb and her desperate moans of need wrapping around Nasser’s silky flesh.
“Dalla, are you ready for this?” Nasser asked, his voice low and filled with need.
She nodded, smiling through the shimmer in her eyes, and pushed backwards into Musad. His fingers moved up to slide along her spine, he kissed her shoulder, gripped her hips, and angled the lower half of his body up until they were one.
He rocked slowly, his eyes focused on the magic she was making with her lips, his movements matching hers as she took Nasser deeper and deeper into her mouth. She released a long, low moan as both men’s shafts swelled. In this position, Musad filled her, stretching her vaginal channel.
Her low mewling cry warned both men that she wouldn’t last long. She slid her hand between Nasser’s legs, cupping his taut sack and massaging it. His loud curse was followed by the jerk of his hips.
Dalla swallowed as she came, her body tightening as Musad thrust into her before he stiffened, his body rigid as he released his hot seed into her womb.
She would never get used to this glorious afterglow, held and cherished by the two men that she loved.
She slowly slid her lips from around Nasser. Pressing her lips against his inner thigh, she kept her eyes closed as the aftershocks of their releases continued to pulse through her.
Nasser’s whispered words and his soothing touch promised eternity, wrapping around her and caressing her shattered soul.
Musad held her from behind, his mouth and hands worshipping every inch of her. Tears slipped down her cheeks as the waves of emotion she had been feeling overtook her—pleasure and love crashing together in something so raw and powerful, she thought it might break her.
She drew in a shuddering breath as she realized that instead of breaking… the threads of pain and disillusionment that had been fractured for centuries were being mended into hope.
She ran tiny kisses and small nips along the inside of Nasser’s thigh. His hands gently cupped her cheeks, pulling her up onto her hands far enough that he could kiss her. Musad was still locked to her, his cock twitching in the aftermath of his release. He continued running his hands from her buttocks to her lower back and back again.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come again,” she moaned, her body clenching around him in renewed anticipation.
“I think I would like to see that,” he said.
She laughed faintly. “Insatiable!” she chided.
“Would you actually say no to me tasting you the way you tasted me?” Nasser asked softly with one eyebrow raised.
Dalla gasped at the sudden heat that filled her. “Well… I-I suppose not!”
Nasser grinned. “Musad will clean you with a cloth first, if you are both agreeable,” Nasser growled, his eyes glowing with a determined light.
Dalla hissed as Musad pulled free of her and slid off the bed. Her eyes widened when she realized this was actually going to happen. The wicked gleam in Nasser’s eyes sent shaftsof pleasure through her already primed body. But there was something more that she wanted.
“Actually, I have changed my mind,” she said imperiously. “If you want your prize, you’ll have to earn it—in battle!”
She flashed her most bloodthirsty Viking grin—Nasser launched himself at her. In no time, he wrapped his hands around her wrists and twisted until she was lying on her back, looking up between his legs.
