Page 91 of Glass Hearts
“Gods!” I cry out. “Archer-”
Another climax rips through me, my body convulsing around him. He curses under his breath and pulls out with effort, his release splattering across my stomach in thick, hot ropes.
Before I can catch my breath, Sylas is there.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, turning me gently until I’m on all fours, back arched, mess be damned. I feel the hard press of him against my entrance, thick and throbbing.
“Still with us?” he asks, brushing my hair aside and kissing the back of my neck.
“Always.”
He slides in with a deep groan, his size pushing me open again, slower this time. He fills me completely, his hands gripping my hips as he sets a steady rhythm. Each thrust hits something deep inside me, and the pleasure spikes again. Sharper, rawer.
Grayer moves in front of me, cock hard and leaking. He strokes himself slowly, watching Sylas fuck me, hunger in his golden eyes.
“Can I?” he asks, voice rough. “I want to feel your mouth.”
I nod, lips parting. He slides in, groaning low as I take him deep, my tongue swirling over the tip before swallowing more. A rhythm forms. Sylas pounding into me from behind, Grayer thrusting slowly into my mouth, each of them lost in me, wrapped around me, worshiping me in every breath.
Heat coils again until Sylas grunts, pulling me tighter, and comes with a deep, low growl, spilling inside me. Grayer follows soon after, his release hot and salty on my tongue.
I collapse onto the bed, boneless and panting. My body sings with pleasure, flushed and trembling. But Koi lifts me into his arms like I’m made of silk.
“My turn,” he says, his voice gentler than before. “If you are still up for it,” I nod with a smile as I melt into the bed.
He slides in slowly, smoothly, deep. His strokes are tortuously slow and hypnotic, each movement coaxing more moans from my parted lips. He leans in, kissing me tenderly as he thrusts.
I wrap my arms around him, nails raking down his back as I feel another orgasm build.
“I fucking love you, Arabella,” he groans, right before he finds his own release.
We collapse together, limbs tangled, hearts still racing. The scent of sweat and sex fills the room. Hands roam lazily. Kisses trail along collarbones, backs, hips.
They surround me, one on each side, chests rising in the quiet after.
Tomorrow is unknown.
But tonight, I am theirs. And they are mine.
* * *
I feel two warm bodies pressed close to me, big muscular arms pulling me in tightly with light kisses, waking me up delicately. “Good morning, Vixen,” Sylas says from behind me. Archer sleepily gazes at me with a smile.
“Good morning,” I say back with a beam.
“Sorry, Sunshine, we have to get up. The mercenaries are already downstairs waiting impatiently for us. They have already threatened to break into our room, and I would rather not have to kill anyone for seeing you naked today.” Koi already has a set of myShadowclothes ready for me at the end of the bed.
They groan as I get out, fully nude. I am still getting used to how they look at me, as if I am the most beautiful thing in all of Velora, even with my hair a tussled mess. Sylas and Archer are in just a state of undress as I am.
I can’t help ogling my handsome men. Who chose… me? It should be illegal for these men to look so fuckable this early in the morning.
“Nope, don’t give us that look, darling. I agree with Koi and would rather not let those fuckers see you like this.” Archer kisses me on the cheek before he makes his way to the bathroom.
My mood instantly brightens as I pull on my black leathers. For the first time, it feels like Arabella and theShadoware no longer strangers.
“Duchess,” Grayer pulls me in from behind, growling into my ear. “This outfit undoes me every dang time.” I turn around as he gets on his knees, yet again, but to attach my dagger and lace my boots.
“Gray, you have to stop getting on your knees for me. You are the Prince,” I jest.
