Page 91 of The Poison of the Earth
I step forward and feed my cock down my mate’s eager throat. I look up and Lo’s face is buried between her open thighs.
The grip of Ollie’s throat is intense and when I feel resistance, I pause and push in. She gags around me and I start to withdraw, but her hand quickly grabs the back of my thigh, holding me. She squeals around me from Lo’s ministrations. I groan and press in. Her fingers curl on my thigh happily.
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking good. So hot and tight and perfect, my mate. I’m going to burst down your throat. I can’t last, you’re too good, princess.”
She squirms and makes happy sounds and my eyes go to Lonan, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licks Ollie closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck,” I pant, “Get ready baby, you need to take it all for me, like my good girl.”
My muscles tense and at that moment, Ollie squeals around me, her throat tightening impossibly as she cums on Lonan’s face and I go over the edge, squirting, feeding my mate as she swallows and writhes from her pleasure.
I ease my cock out of her and she grips my softening dick tightly with her lips.
“My turn,” growls Lo.
“And mine again,” Ollie says roughly, smiling as she licks her lips.
Oh fuck, this woman will be the death of me.I climb onto the bed, eyes taking in the sight of her open, wet, plump cunt. I wrap my arms up and around her thighs, hands gripping the tops of her hips. She wiggles, the patch of her white hair directly in front of my nose. I dive into her, looking up to see Lonan fucking her throat roughly.
“Yes, take it, take it Oleander, I’m so fucking hard for you, you need this, don’t you? To be used roughly by your mates?”
She makes pleasure sounds and I work her clit, lapping and letting my teeth graze her to her squeals.
“Fuck, Kai,” Lo says, “You’re right, I can’t take this, I’m going to cum so fucking hard for our mate.” His hips thrust into her. “Make her cum, Kai, lick that sweet pussy until she arches and screams around my cock.”
I refocus on Ollie, her pleasure, her happiness, her revenge, her throne.Her.
And then my mates cum, their pleasure soaking into my soul, nothing existing except them. I suddenly lose control, hips fucking into the bed as my cock twitches and jets, my pleasure joining theirs.
I AWAKE THE NEXT MORNINGquickly, alert. Waking somewhere besides Thistle Grove, with my little mate beside me has me on edge, I guess. I’m curled up behind her, the gorgeous naked curve of her ass against me, as her head rests on Lo’s chest. It takes effort but I kiss her shoulder and roll out of bed, wanting to make sure the room is secure. As I stand, Lonan’s eyes snap open.Hmm. He’s on high alert too. Perhaps it’s the thought of watching our mate marry another,I think bitterly.
If I had been less selfish, I would have agreed to marry one of these bastards. At least then I could have bent them over, fucked them hard and often and made them beg for release. Instead ofthembeing balls-deep inmyOllie. A little growl escapes me as I clear the room.Fuck, I truly am a moron.
I sit on the bed, feeling frustrated and angry. Lo’s hand rubs up and down Ollie’s arm. She buries her face into the bed, whining.Little night owl, I think fondly.
I want to bury my face between her thighs and it must show in my face for Lonan sits up and rubs his face. “C’mon, now, we must meet them for breakfast.”
Ollie rolls onto her belly and Lo tugs the covers off her. She squeals and I cover her with warmth. “Just stay right there, baby. Push that little ass up for me.”
She yelps and rolls right out of the bed, to both Lonan’s and my chuckle.
WE SIT AT THE SAMEtable, laden with platters of breakfast foods along the center. I want to take Ollie’s plate and fill it, but we must act distant in public. I hate it. I hate not being able to care for her. I watch her take a scoop of eggs and some late season berries, and a slice of breakfast cake covered in nuts before she sits next to me.
Someone clears their throat. I look up. One of the Larkstead sons has entered, along with Lady Larkstead, I assume. She’s tall and slender. Her hair is a flame red, like one of her sons we met last night, and her skin is a warm gray. Her eyes are an unexpected sparkling blue and she takes in Ollie keenly.
The son, Ellis, I think, says, “And how are you this morning, Lady Oleander?”
“I’m quite well. I slept like a rock,” she answers, smiling. “And yourself, Lord Ellis?”
“Please,” he smiles, his smarmy face annoying, “Call me Ellis.”
She nods and turns to his mother. “I’m sorry we missed you and your one son last night, Lady Larkstead.”
She smiles kindly, “Now, I hear I’m to be your mother-in-law, pumpkin, so please, call me Lydia.”
Ollie smiles and nods, even as she stretches her leg under the table to let our feet touch. “Will I meet your last son this morning?”
Lydia’s face falters for the tiniest second. “No, Finnick is helping Adrian in the griffon roost.”
