Page 57 of Hopeless Realm
The feeling is too much. It builds within me like I’ve never felt before.
With quick strokes, he rubs Ryder’s come against my clit and I’m rasping Daxdyn’s name as my sex clenches tightly around his cock. Waves of pleasure shake through me and I have to stop as I gasp against his lips.
A cruel smile presses to his lips as he grinds his hips against mine, stroking me slowly, winding me up just to crash all over again.
“Daxdyn …” It’s a pleading sound that’s swallowed up by his tongue as he quickens his pace.
He places another slow kiss to my lips before pulling back.
“You like the feel of us soaking down my dick right now, don’t you?” It’s a slow, rasping tone that fills his voice.
His hooded eyes wait for my response with rapt attention.
“Yes,” I say in a rush, my fingers clutching at his soft hair, pulling at the roots as my head leans back against Ryder’s chest.
Ryder’s lips skim against my neck and his rough palms drift gently up my stomach. He pinches my nipples as his teeth rake across the side of throat and that feeling alone has another orgasm wracking my body.
A mixture of adrenaline and magic spirals through me.
Daxdyn’s eyes slip closed as head tips back slightly, the dim lighting highlights his features to me; the angle of his tightly held jaw, the column of his neck; beautiful features that I’ll never get over. As he exhales, what sounds like a growl slips through his clenched teeth. I settle against Ryder and he simply holds me as I watch every unfiltered detail of Daxdyn’s release.
It’s his own; his own emotions fueled by ours.
But for once, it’s his entirely.
All the adrenaline I’ve ever felt in my life is nothing compared to this euphoric rush.
Ryder’s warm breath pants against my neck as he leans his damp chest against my back. Sweat clings to every inch of my skin and for a moment the three of us just lean into each other; a tangle of limbs and exhaustion.
My fingers skim along Daxdyn’s smooth cheek. Full lips tip up in a half smile, his eyes shifting from me to Ryder. I almost know what he’s thinking before he ever speaks.
“We could go again,” Dax whispers as his lips brush over mine.
My head’s shaking back and forth, my tangled locks whipping across my cheeks as I reject the sexy words he just said.
“There’s no way I can do that again tonight.”
“Tomorrow,” Ryder says against my hair.
“And the next day,” Daxdyn adds.
“And the next,” Ryder teases with rumbling laughter tingeing his tone.
A smirk pulls at my lips as my eyes close with heavy exhaustion pulling at my mind and limbs.
These fae are going to be the death of me.
The best possible death anyone could ever hope for.
Chapter Seventeen
Family
The morning comes all too soon.
The daylight struggles to peek in through the heavy cloth of the tent. The coloring washes over Ryder’s sleeping face. The angle of his strong jaw meets my fingertips as I recall every detail of the night before.
A smile pulls at my lips.
