Page 104 of Glass Hearts
Behind us, I catch a blur of movement. Archer and Sylas shedding their clothes in tandem, eyes already dark with desire.Koi sets me down back on the couch like I’m something precious and rare. He drops to his knees, spreading my thighs wide, anchoring my hips with his strong grip before dragging his tongue from my ass to my clit in one long, devastating stroke.
My body bows. A gasp tears from my lips as molten heat blooms low in my belly. The position—half on the couch, hips lifted for him, legs trembling and wide—is exposing in a way that feels utterly shameless. Koi laps at me with reverence and hunger, each flick and swirl of his tongue calculated to unravel me.
“Fuck, such a good girl,” Sylas groans, his voice thick with arousal. He leans over the back of the couch, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss that steals what little breath I have left. “Letting Koi get you ready like that… You look like a dream.”
Archer is beside me now, one hand palming my breast while the other captures the other nipple between his lips, drawing a strangled moan from my throat. It’s tantalizing, an exhilarating wave of ecstasy caressing every point of my body with their attention.
How I ever thought one man would be enough… I was a fool.
“Come on Koi’s face, darling,” Archer whispers in my ear, the heat of his breath and the command in his tone unraveling what’s left of my restraint.
My all-consuming climax hits like a sharp lightning strike.
“Fuck,” Grayer moans from the bed, his voice full of longing. “Tell me, brother… how good does she taste?”
Koi’s lips are wet and smiling when he looks up at me, pupils blown. “Like pure heaven.”
He doesn’t give me time to recover. Still kneeling, he lifts me effortlessly, settling onto the couch and guiding me down onto his cock in one fluid motion. He fills me completely, slowly, deliberately, then sets the pace with his hands on my hips with deep, dragging thrusts that make my toes curl.
“She’s so loud,” he purrs with a smirk. “I think our queen needs something to keep her mouth busy.”
Archer moves in front of me, already so hard, and I lean forward, wrapping my lips around him. The angle is difficult, but I take what I can, relishing the way he praises me. Calling me perfect. His fingers tangle in my hair as I bob my head, matching the rhythm of Koi’s thrusts below.
“You should see her Gray,” Sylas groans from nearby, pumping himself slowly with one hand while the other teases at my ass. “Bouncing on Koi’s cock with Archer in her mouth like a fucking goddess.”
Archer slips free with a hiss as Koi’s rhythm falters. His body tensing, breath hitching.
“Sunshine,” he gasps, hips snapping up hard. “Fuck.”
He spills into me as I clench around him, another orgasm crashing through me in tandem. I’m boneless, dizzy with pleasure, but the moment barely lingers before I’m being shifted again, though lifted and laid down. This time straddling Archer, his back against the couch.
“You alright if I take your ass, darling?” Sylas asks, his voice tender against the shell of my ear.
“Please,” I whisper, wrecked and eager.
Sylas slicks me thoroughly, his fingers slow and patient before the press of his cock breaches me. I bite my lip as the stretch burns, just briefly, before it gives way to the glorious fullness of both of them inside me. Archer beneath me, Sylas behind. Every inch of me claimed, so full and soright.
They move together, bodies in perfect rhythm, fucking me open in unison until I can’t think or breathe.
“Gods,” Grayer groans from the bed. “Not fair. I can’t even see her face. Just Sylas’s hairy ass. You are all assholes!Well, except you Duchess, you are a goddess.”
I laugh through the haze, but it’s cut off when Archer finds my overly sensitive nub, rubbing in time with Sylas’s deep thrusts. The pleasure is unbearable, too much and not enough. I come undone again, shattering around them with a cry.
“Fuck, Princess,” Archer groans. “You squeeze like you were made for this.”
He pulses deep inside me, still rocking through the aftershocks and holding me close like he never wants to let go.
Before I can catch my breath, Sylas is lifting me again off Archer, murmuring against my ear.
“Let’s put your poor dark prince out of his misery, Vixen.”
I kiss him as he carries me to the bed, dazed and glowing from their physical expression of adoration.
“Fin-a-freakin-ly,” Grayer growls, reaching for me with impatience and heat in his eyes.
I straddle him, no hesitation, and sink onto his cock with a satisfied moan. He groans deeply, his hands gripping my hips like he needs to anchor himself.
“Duchess,” he breathes, reverent.
