Page 61 of Amidst the Insidious Courts
“Not for our first time, pet,” he pants, seeing my disappointment. “Later. When your fever is done.”
He grinds up against me again, and I forget the subject entirely.
It takes a frustratingly long minute for me to finish fumbling with the leather ties on Lore’s trousers, then shove them down. I feel blindly for his shaft beneath me.
What I find makes me freeze.
“Danu’s tits,” Drystan growls. “What the fuck did you do to your cock, redcap?”
Lore’s grin shows off every one of his fangs but turns quickly to a hiss as I stroke my palm down the strangely textured shaft of his erection.
It feels like… like someone has put beads beneath his skin. They’re the size of pearls and I’m pretty sure they’re arranged in some kind of pattern across the top of his shaft, though I can’t figure it out right now. Normally, I might’ve demanded the full story about them, but right now, all I care about is how they’ll feel inside me. Whether they’ll calm the fire burning beneath my skin and the shivers overtaking my body.
“Like you can talk,” he retorts. “And for the record, mine is better looking. I got it done specially for our mate.”
“No cock is good looking,” Jaro says. “But most don’t make my balls shrivel from just looking at them, either.”
“Don’t be jealous, seelie.” Lore groans as I stroke up and down his dick.
I’ve not done this before, but I rise to my knees and position him at my entrance anyway, sinking down onto him with a moan.
Goddess. He’s different to Drystan. Those beads are more subtle. The pearls seem to move between us, rubbing against my G-spot until I cry out, throwing my head back.
There’s a snarl from beneath me, and when I look down, Drystan’s hand is collaring Lore’s throat, pinning him in place as he thrashes beneath me.
“So good,” he murmurs, and his hands dig into my hips, claws pricking me. “Pretty pet, ride me hard.”
I shift, experimenting until I find a way to move my hips that feels natural and allows me to rub my clit against his pelvic bone with each rise and fall. I’ve barely gotten used to it when Jaro’s fingers caress down my spine, narrowly grazing the too-sensitive membranes of my wings.
I come, slamming down on Lore’s dick as my whole body trembles, and then sag against his chest. Lore groans, cursing, but doesn’t follow me over the edge. He stays hard as Jaro’s wicked fingers trail lower and start playing with the tight pucker of my ass.
Slickness is spread across the ring, then a finger dips inside. I relax, used to this by now. The careful stretching Jaro did for the last week is familiar, and I breathe into it as he adds a second finger.
Unfortunately, my fever isn’t as patient. My need is building again. My body demands my mates.
My hips wiggle against Lore, seeking relief, but he’s got me pinned with his grip on my hips.
“I need to move,” I plead, meeting his magma hot gaze. “Please, Lore.”
“Trying to charm me into starting before Jaro is even inside you?” He tuts at me. “Silly pet.” He looks to one side, but still can’t move his head thanks to Drystan’s grip. “I think her mouth needs something better to do.”
Drystan evidently agrees, because his dick is there in the next second. The silver of his piercings are smooth under my tongue, and I taste myself mixed with the metallic tang and the sweetness of his cum.
Unlike Jaro, he doesn’t let me dictate the pace. His left hand, which isn’t busy pinning Lore by the throat, winds into my hair and tugs. He uses the grip to pull me back when I would’ve gone deeper, controlling everything. Then, without warning, he shoves himself deep and holds himself there.
“Swallow.” His tone demands obedience.
It’s hard. Made harder by the pressure building at my asshole, but I manage to convince my throat to do as he says a second before I would’ve run out of air. Drystan slides a little deeper with the action and groans before pulling back.
Just in time for the burn of Jaro’s cock passing through my sphincter to register. Tears spring in my eyes, but before I can say anything, the shifter reaches around and begins to play with my clit. His cock doesn’t move, doesn’t press deeper. He simply allows my body to get used to the incredible stretch of being filled by all three of my males at the same time.
“That’s it, Rosie,” Jaro murmurs, pressing a kiss to my shoulder that tickles lightly with the brush of his beard. “You’re doing so well. I can’t believe you’re taking me back here. You’re so tight. Watching you stretch around my dick is the hottest thing.”
My pussy floods at the praise, and he slips in a little farther. He’s pressing against Lore in my pussy, and I don’t know how the redcap is managing to control himself long enough to keep still. I can’t even look at them, because Drystan is guiding my mouth back down his shaft, pressing insistently at the back of my throat again.
“Good girl,” Lore snarls. “Fuck. Swallow his cock.”
I swallow around Drystan without prompting this time and am rewarded when I draw back and he spills a little into my mouth. Not a true orgasm, just a taste, but enough to make me greedy for more. I twirl my tongue around his piercings when he draws back, my teeth scraping lightly against the underside of his cock.
