Page 17 of A Song of Saints and Swans
While the infuriating man often behaved like an untouchable prince, he’d also rolled up his sleeves to help us in London, and was apparently fine with wandering Siberia just so I could uncover my heritage.
Until this moment, I’d given him no sign that he’deverget into my pants, so his steady presence implied there was more to this golden god than a pretty face.
And an admittedly impressive cock.
“That wasn’t your fault,” I murmured, reaching out to run my fingers through his deceptively innocent curls. “And your vines arenota hard limit, actually…”
I shivered at the thought of Jarilo’s powers being used for pleasure instead of vengeance.
Not a hard limit at all.
Rena knowingly hummed, zeroing in on my body’s response like a predator. “Did you like his vines on your skin, dove? Does the idea of our obedient little god restraining you make you wet?”
Dominant Marena is going to be the death of me.
Jarilo’s fingers dug into my thighs, and I was equally unmoored by the situation—my body uncontrollably shuddering in their collective hold.
Rena’s breath against my exposed neck was a caress, and her voice was a deadly purr. “Is she wet for you, Jarilo?”
Recognizing the green light he’d been granted, the “obedient little god” wrenched my legs open, running his nose up the seam of my leggings with a deep inhale that ended in a groan.
“So fucking wet.” He licked his lips and met Marena’s gaze with his usual mischief. “Forbothof us.”
Definitely both…
I was writhingin the goddess’ lap, desperately attempting to angle my pussy up toward Jarilo’s mouth—silently begging them to make it happen.
Please, please, please.
“Our dove needs your mouth on her,” Rena absently murmured, slipping her hands under my top to caress the overheated skin of my stomach. “Why don’t you take her leggings off and tell me what she tastes like?”
I gasped as Jarilo accessed god-level speed to undress me from the waist down in the blink of an eye. But before he could dive in, Marena cupped a protective hand over my pussy and tilted her body to better look at me.
“Is this all right, Anthia?” Momentarily gone was the seductive goddess, as the woman who’d become my closest friend searched my face for any sign I wanted this to stop.
Don’t you dare stop.
“Rena,” I whined, rubbing myself against her hand, no longer giving a shit how needy I sounded. “I want you both to taste me, pleeeease.”
Her green eyes darkened again as she pushed two fingers inside me—achingly slow—massaging my g-spot and causing my eyes to roll back on a moan that was echoed by the others.
“Is this what you want?” Rena whispered against my mouth, briefly sweeping her tongue along my trembling bottom lip. “For Jar’s first taste of you to be off my fingers?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, already so close to release I didn’t know which way was up. “I want to watch him lick them clean.”
Jarilo groaned and began trailing kisses up my inner thighs, occasionally delivering sharp nips that had me riding Rena’s hand like it was a cock.
I can’t… I’m…
“That’s a good girl,” Rena cooed, scraping her teeth along my jaw before kissing a frosty path back to my lips. “Just let go, dove. We’ve got you.”
That was all the permission I needed. A blinding orgasm shot down my spine—instantly turning my bones to jelly—but Jarilo’s scorching grip on my thighs held me steady.
Marena consumed my cries with her addictively cool lips, calmly waiting until my breathing returned to normal before withdrawing her soaked fingers from my pussy and sliding them into her brother’s eager mouth.
Oh, my Goddess!
Jarilo’s eyes rolled back as he licked them clean. “Please, dearest,” he rasped, his gaze refocusing on my still-throbbing pussy. “Ineedher…”
