Page 49 of Lera of Lunos
Lera
When River finally releases my mouth, I’m so dizzy with need that the world sways, my legs weakening. Except that the hard wall of Coal’s body behind me won’t let me fall. Or shift. Or do anything to escape River’s sensual caresses along my breasts, his thumbs circling each darkening peak. To ease Tye’s much more direct game below.
The male’s cool fingers slide leisurely through my folds, up and down, forward and back, brushing the sides of my bud with each pass. The ache of longing in my sex builds impossibly, and when I try to clench my thighs together, two strong feet kick my legs apart, baring my sex to the air. Rendering me helpless to ease the relentlessstroke, stroke, flickof Tye’s experienced touch, or the zing of unfulfilled need that each of those flicks sends right down to my core.
Tye’s thumb shifts to scrape across my apex, the sensation so sharp that I rise onto my toes, gasping for breath. Coal’s hands tighten mercilessly, giving me no choice but to feel every moment of the night and the males it brings. He bites the side of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
A whimper escapes my throat.
“Cub.” Shade’s voice pulls me toward him, his hand caressing my hair twice before tangling in it. Forcing my gaze to meet his piercing yellow eyes, which glow with predatory intent. An intent that Shade keeps in check as he brushes a gentle knuckle across my cheekbone. “Is this too much for you?”
Tye’s finger slides inside me. Out. Stops.
Shade’s grip on my hair tightens, sending a shiver down my scalp. “Answer me, cub. Do you want to continue?”
“I want so, so much more.” My words escape in a mixture of plea and demand, a truth that I can’t believe I’ve just voiced. The magic inside me sings, the mating bonds begging to be stroked and worked and strengthened.
Shade grins, the wolf inside him growling with intent. Pleasure. The bulge in his trousers is so full I can see it throbbing beneath the fabric.
I snap my teeth at him, the only part of my body I’ve any control over still.
Shade moves so quickly I don’t feel the answering bite of my breast until the sting ripples from the puncture. Shade’s tongue laps away the tiny pain, breath hard and warm against my skin. Taking charge of both my breasts, the shifter rolls my sensitive nipples between his fingers. Already hard from the chill, the pink points throb, the ache pooling between my opened legs.
Still in front of me, River chuckles, sliding one hand along the inside of my thigh. Higher. And higher until he reaches the entrance that Tye is so gleefully teasing. Coating his fingers in my wetness, River raises his hand and licks them one by one, holding my gaze. “You taste of female,” he says. “A gorgeous taste.”
Before I can reply, his mouth closes around my left nipple, Shade moving his hand aside and taking the right between his lips. I moan loudly before I can help it, my voice quickly swallowed by the sounds of festivity. Two tongues swirl around my sensitive nipples before the males suckle together, their mouths firm and hot.
My sex clenches reflexively over Tye’s fingers, now moving in and out quickly enough to make my breath come faster, but not so quickly as to let me tip over into the approaching abyss. Growling in frustration, I try to force the issue, undulating my hips against Tye’s hand in greedy demand.
The sharp bite of Coal’s teeth on my neck makes me jump, the magic inside me rising.Mymagic, not an echo of Coal’s. I buck wildly against the restraints, the pressure of magic and pleasure a self-feeding loop that’s taking my breath.
The rebellion earns me twin nips from River and Shade, the sting from my breasts morphing into exquisite pleasure just as it reaches my sex. My channel tightens around Tye’s fingers, my moans and the males’ heavy breathing now filling the air. As a mortal, I might have held back, but it’s too overwhelming now. Things that used to feel good now positively swamp my senses, my every nerve firing. I want to scream into the night and I haven’t even taken one of them inside me yet.
“I like those sounds.” River’s low voice vibrates with danger and promise, his thumbs caressing my full nipples. When I open my mouth to curse him, he leaps atop it, plundering so deeply that I can hardly breathe when he finally sets me free. His callused thumb brushes my swollen lips. “I think I’ll enjoy discovering what other sounds this new body of yours makes.”
I realize Shade is naked only when River yields the ground to him. The shifter’s dark hair is loose around his muscular shoulders, the fires behind him silhouetting the lithe predator that his low growls name him. The male’s cock is full and hard, so large that I’d swear it was a trick of the night if I’d not laid eyes on it before. The velvet head tilts slightly to the right, a thick pearly drop already beading at the tip.
Shade’s hands move behind my thighs, gripping so hard and possessively that even Coal and Tye step away. The sudden emptiness inside me is maddening, but Shade gives me no time to complain before hoisting me up and sheathing himself inside my wetness in a smooth motion. His eyes flicker and I seize his mouth with mine, inhaling his heavy breaths. The size of him stretches my channel, filling a need as deep as the mating bond itself. Wrapping my legs hungrily around Shade’s waist, I dig my hands into his muscled shoulders, allowing him to lift me up and down along the great length of him.
Up, down. Up, down. The pumps stoke my arousal as Shade’s cock drives into me. Faster. Harder. Until my sex is pulsing with need and wanton hunger consumes my core. The abyss of release approaches as fast as lightning, promising an explosion along my nerves.Up-down, up—Shade slows, trailing me maddeningly slowly along him.
“More,” I demand, my breath as desperate as my aching, screaming sex.
The wicked spark in Shade’s eyes says he did all this on purpose. That he was waiting for this very demand. A nod to someone behind me, and a second set of hands is suddenly on me, rubbing my sensitive skin, massaging my backside, the pine-and-citrus scent naming Tye the culprit. When Tye’s roaming fingers slide along my wetness, teasing my apex even as Shade continues his powerful rhythmic strokes, I have a feeling I know what’s coming and I squirm away like a captured rabbit.
Tye chuckles into my ear, his intrusive finger already circling my spread back hole, ignoring my body’s protest like a predator toying with captured prey. A thrill races through me even as my reflexes roar to fight. Rolling my hips forward, I force Shade’s cock deeper into me while removing Tye’s target from reach.
“Be still,” River commands, his gray eyes piercing mine over Shade’s shoulder. The male’s unyielding tone makes my stomach quiver, the heat pooling in my sex igniting to a searing fire. That the warrior can do such things to me with his voice alone is bloody unfair. His eyes narrow, making my body obey despite my mind’s shouting.
My hips relax, a whimper escaping me as Tye draws them back firmly, his hard shaft pressing against the opening. Need and fear mix impossibly, my body craving the very thing that my mind doesn’t want.
“Breathe, Leralynn,” River instructs, as Tye’s impossible size breaks through the rim, the stretch intense enough to make me gasp. He groans, holding himself still for a moment to enjoy the sensations, fingers tight on my waist.
Then he’s teasing my apex, the distraction powerful enough that my channel spasms around Shade’s cock, the world blinking around me. Unrelenting, Tye advances, slowly enough to let me adjust to his size but never so slowly as to be fully comfortable, his breath warm and unsteady against my neck. His quiet grunts of pleasure tickle my skin, driving me mad. Each time the male pauses, his fingers tease my throbbing apex until I can’t tell where the ache ends and pleasure begins, only that they magnify each other tenfold. Make my whole body quiver with the need for release.
“Not yet,” River says, his eyes still gripping mine, steady despite the slight tremors raking his muscles, his cock. Stepping closer, the commander pries my hands from Shade’s shoulders and wraps my fingers around his instead.
I squeeze his hands tightly as Tye begins to thrust in tandem with Shade, working in and out in an escalating rhythm. My mind fades away, leaving only sensations. Shade’s fingers digging almost painfully into my bottom, my heels into his. Tye biting and sucking my neck as he thrusts, massaging my breasts with callused palms. The dual fullness amplifies each motion, my bud throbbing with eachthrust-slip-thrust, thrust-slip-thrustof the pulsing cocks.
