Page 58 of Amidst the Insidious Courts
We may have discussed it before, but she might’ve changed her mind. If she has, I’ll follow the púca. It’ll kill me, but I’ll do it.
She buries her face in the crook of my neck in answer, breathing in my scent as I carry her into the bedroom and lay her carefully out onto the dark silk sheets. Theclickof the lock on the door is a distant sound, secondary to the pounding of her heart and her harsh little pants as I step back. Shit. I have to squeeze the outline of my cock through my trousers to force back the seed begging to be set free.
I half expected her to lose control of her aura, but the Goddess must be watching over me for once, because when she opens those beautiful violet eyes, I can read every single emotion in them.
“Yes. I need you. I need… all of you.” Her gaze darts between the three of us, now kneeling around her on the bed. “Please, make this stop.”
The wash of her magic is nothing—she’s barely even capable of focusing—but I feel it, nonetheless. My mind goes blank. Thoughts retreating as instinct rears its head anddemandsI touch her. Soothe her. Rut her.
Lore and Jaro must too, because they each take a corner of the towel and drag it away from her.
Fuck, she’s glistening, and not just from her bath. Her skin is flushed with fever, and her eyes are glassy and barely focused. Those delicate hands press uselessly against her abdomen, as if she can push the cramps away.
Under my gaze, her little nipples harden into diamond hard points, and between her legs, a rush of wetness flows out, shocking her so badly that she stiffens and tries to close her legs.
No.
I don’t have to say the words. The others are thinking them as well. Each male grabs one of her knees and forces her wide and open, exposing the twitching perfection of her little pink cunt to my gaze. Her clit is so swollen it looks like it hurts, and her slick is literally dripping for us.
I’ve spent my whole life running from females in this state, but not even the Goddess herself could pry me from Rose’s side right now.
“I need a taste.”
I know now that one taste will never be enough, but I’m determined to have her release coating my tongue before I sink my dick inside her for the first time. Once she’s come, the fever should clear a little. I selfishly want her to remember our first time together as more than just a moment of biology-driven desperation.
Seventeen
Rhoswyn
Drystan is looking at me the same way he would a last meal, and I shiver only to flinch as the action triggers another of those god-awful cramps. I ache. Goddess, my skin is onfire, and their touch is only stoking the flames.
“Please,” I beg again, not even knowing what I’m asking for.
“We’ve got you,” Jaro soothes, bending down to claim my lips.
My Goddess. His lips.
We’ve kissed before. This shouldn’t be so revolutionary. But it is. His taste is somehow deeper, more complex, and the very texture of his lips is somehow rougher. Demanding.
I melt, and Drystan actually growls as yet another embarrassing flood of moisture escapes, seeping down to soak the sheets beneath me. Trying again to close my legs in the hopes of crushing the terrible aching in my clit is futile. Jaro and Lore are holding me spread, and it doesn’t take long for me to realise why.
Drystan’s tongue has become intimately familiar with my pussy in the last few days, and he puts all that experience to work as he presses his mouth flat against my core and laps at my wetness. Gathering it all up with a groan, I squirm as he swallows and drives in for more. In this state, I am a hundred times more sensitive than before, so when he licks and sucks every sensitive spot I possess, the pleasure is so sharp that, were they not holding me, I would’ve snapped my thighs closed.
“Goddess!” I cry, as he takes on the task of cleaning the mess I’ve made.
Jaro’s lips reclaim mine, and I gasp as Lore dips his head and bites sharply at my nipple.
My back arches, then twists, trying to get away, but they don’t relent. Jaro’s mouth swallows my screams, and Drystan’s takes care of the gush of slick that follows.
“Let her suck you,” Lore growls, causing Jaro to break the kiss.
Without him there to muffle my noises, my keening cry pierces the room.
“Open up, Rosie.” Jaro’s wolf is in his eyes as he rips the laces of his trousers open and shoves them down just enough to free his cock.
I stare, entranced as a pearl of his seed beads at the tip, the head redder and angrier than I’ve ever seen it. Between my thighs, muscles I didn’t know I had clenchhardin anticipation.
I’m not sure if it’s instinct or wishful thinking, but it feels like salvation. He rubs the salty-sweet mixture against my lips, and my skin soaks it up, like a plant absorbing sunlight.
