Page 45 of Spark of Sorcery
“Sweetheart,” I say, “there can be a lot of fun sharing. Just imagine it.” I lean down and whisper right into her ear: “Three men pleasuring you together, pleasuring you at the same time.” She’s silent but I don’t miss the shiver she tries to suppress. I’m hardly surprised. I bet everybody has that fantasy, even if they never admit it. “You thought fucking Beau was intense – imagine fucking all three of us at once.”
“You’ve done that before?” she asks, a little astonished.
“Nah,” I say, “but we want to. We want to have you together.”
“Thorne doesn’t want me,” she mutters, but I note she’s not arguing about the concept, the idea of it.
And fuck, that turns me on. I’m so hard, I feel like my balls are about to explode. Who am I kidding? They’ve been like this for days. Probably weeks now. That comes from thelack of fucking around. Usually I’d have a different girl visiting my bed every night – my brothers weren’t wrong about that. Heck, they wouldn’t even need to be visiting my bed.
But since this little thrall walked into our lives – black eye and a little grubby looking – I’ve been fucking hooked. No other girl is doing it for me. Which is fucked up when you’re a wolf-shifter with a fuck load of wild oats to sow.
“Maybe not in that way,” I say, “but don’t take it personally. He’s not into anyone in that way. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you as ours.”
She gazes over at my quiet bond brother and bites her lip.
“Hmmmm, I like it when you do that, Kitten.”
Her eyes flick back to mine. “Do what?”
“Bite your lip like that.” I pull her right up close against my stiff cock and lean down to her ear again. “Your lips are sinful. All I can think about is them wrapped around my cock.”
One thing about my kitten I’ve noticed, she can’t get enough of my dirty mouth. Hell, wait till my dirty mouth is fixated on her pussy, then she really won’t be able to get enough!
My words make her wet. I can smell that sweet musky aroma of hers, permeating the air.
It makes my head spin and my balls ache even harder.
I lick around the shell of her ear and she whimpers a little.
“Your scent is sinful too, little Kitten. You smell just like a wet mate ought to.”
“Mate–” she begins to say, not finishing her words because I’ve had enough. The dance floor is filling up. Too many people pushing and jostling around us. Notenough room, not enough space to do what I want to do to her.
Hooking my arm firmly around her waist, I guide her through the crowd of people – way more wasted than they were an hour ago – and towards the far side of the hall, into the shadows.
We pass one couple making out against one of the stone pillars, a girl sobbing on the floor being comforted by her friend, and a boy with a tie wrapped around his head, vomiting into a bowl he’s pinched from the food table.
We walk further into the shadows, where the glowing lights don’t penetrate and we’re hidden from prying eyes.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Somewhere private, little Kitten.”
Except we don’t make it any further because blocking our path, arms crossed, scowl on his face, is Professor Tudor.
Chapter Sixteen
Briony
“Turn around and walk back the way you’ve come,” Fox growls, scowling at Dray so hard I’m surprised the shadow weaver doesn’t spin us around on the spot.
Of course, this is Dray Eros and he never ever does what I expect.
“Hey Prof.,” he says, slinging his arm up around my shoulder and grinning. “I know lurking around in the shadows is your favorite past-time but seriously, man, don’t you have better things to do?”
“I’m here to guard against any students who think this is a suitable place to get up to mischief. This is a sacred hall. Not to be desecrated.”
“Desecrated?” Dray snorts. “This isn’t a fucking temple. And have you seen what they’re doing out there?” Hepoints out towards the well-lit dance floor where the music has turned sultry and most of the dancers are necking.
