Page 80 of Liar Witch
He hooks his hand under my leg. With any other man, I’d be trying my best to balance on my tiptoes, but Rysen is so massive that I don’t have to worry. He takes my weight easily, spreading me open so that the cold air hits my pussy, putting me on display for the empty room.
It’s only when I see my breath mist in front of me that I realise the room iscold. That should alarm me, but my mind is still a fog from vampire venom. My body craves Rysen more than rational thought.
Rysen’s fangs leave my neck and I moan in disappointment.
“Spying again, old friend?”
The fae appears on his knees before me, head bowed in apology. I’m still spread open, my pussy level with his head, and the position gives my traitorous mind too many ideas. I should feel vulnerable, but I’m a Lunar and this man is destined for me.
I may not be certain of Kier yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy him while I figure him out.
“Shall I make him leave?” Rysen whispers in my ear.
I shake my head. “If he wants to watch, he can watch.”
Kier’s head jerks up in surprise, dark eyes meeting mine as his tempting lips part on a shocked breath.
“You can’t touch, though,” I whisper. “Watching only. And stay visible this time.”
Kier nods, settling back onto his heels as Rysen’s fingers clench on my inner thigh in response. My vampire likes the idea of being watched, and so do I.
I want to see Kier’s reactions. I want to tease him as my vampire teases me.
Rysen’s fangs sink back into my neck, drawing a shocked gasp from me as the fingers from the hand supporting my leg trace the outer lips of my spread pussy. His other hand pinches my nipple mercilessly in perfect counterpoint to the soft, stroking touches of his hand on my lower lips.
I moan as one finger circles my clit. Promising more but not delivering.
Then his touch changes, sliding over that perfect spot once. Twice.
Then back to the circles.
A shiver rips through me, my whole body straining, trembling with the need to come. Already so close.
He lets me come down from the edge. Then does it again. A curse slips past my lips.
He chuckles, all fingers abandoning me completely. Breasts and pussy now bereft of his touch, I whine a complaint.
There’s a second where he adjusts me, before two fingers from his free hand press against my opening, demanding entrance.
My whine morphs into a groan as he pumps me up and down on his hand. Vampiric strength making this insane position possible. My head tips back over his shoulder. My hooded eyes meet Kier’s as Rysen’s fingers move faster inside me.
The fae is glittering with frost, every inch of him carved from ice. Except his eyes.
Those dark eyes are pure fire. Scorching my soul.
I can’t look away.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I clench around Rysen’s fingers in response. I can feel my wetness weeping down my thighs, and my vampire’s rumbling growl tells me he likes it.
The sounds filling the room are almost embarrassing, but I can’t bring myself to care. My eyes flutter closed as I tremble in his grip.
I can feel my orgasm approaching. Each pump of Ry’s fingers draws it closer.
But it’s not Rysen’s fingers that set me off.
It’s the brush of ice against my breasts.
I have just enough sense to open my eyes and meet Kier’s. The slight cruel smile playing on the edge of those lips is enough to let me know he’s aware of exactly what his power is doing. When the cold intensifies, I’m done for.
