Page 153 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
I’m trying, but the stretch at this angle is insane, and whatever foreplay I slept through has only wound me tighter. Still, when he draws back, I claw at the sheets and thrust my ass against him, demanding more. Demanding he fill me and fix the hollow ache inside me.
Another snap of his hips buries him a few inches farther into my grasping sex. The texture of his pearls rubs against my inner walls until I clench and moan at the perfect friction.
“Take it deeper.” Thrust. “That’s my good girl.” Thrust. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
It takes three more thrusts before the warmth of his stomach settles against my ass and I’m left feeling so full I might burst. In between each one, Lore murmurs praise into my ear, and everything in me liquifies in response.
But he doesn’t move.
“Lore,” I hiss into the pillow, groaning when his dick jerks inside me. “Move.”
“As my queen demands,” he replies. “But I think we should take this somewhere… fun.”
Cold. So much cold. I open my eyes and find myself no longer in a warm bed surrounded by my mates. Instead, Lore has blinked us straight into Calimnel’s throne room.
My hands, which were braced on the headboard, are now braced against the far arm of Cedwyn’s ice throne, while the other digs into my lower abdomen with every breath I take.
“Do you have any idea how hot you looked when you were threatening to murder the King of Winter, pet?” Lore asks, thrusting up into me so hard that light bursts behind my eyelids and I cry out.
The sound echoes around the empty room, and I stuff my hand into my mouth as a bolt of nerves hit me. What if we’re caught? What if someone figures out what we’re doing?
Why do I want him to keep going, in spite of all that?
“If someone walks in now, do you know what they’re going to see?” Lore asks, reading my mind. “They’ll see the Nicnevin who fucking owns their court taking her mate’s cock like the queen she is. They’ll wish they were me, fucking this perfect cunt.” He slams in harder at that declaration, making stars dance in my vision for a second.
The huge empty room echoes with the sounds of our lovemaking. The ice which earlier seemed to muffle noises now seems to amplify every harsh breath, lusty moan and wet slap until they ring in my ears. Lore’s body powers into mine, the beads embedded in his cock rubbing against my back wall with every single thrust, hitting spots that have my eyes fluttering shut with pleasure even though I know I should be watching to make sure no one comes in.
My orgasm is building, despite myself. Every dig of his claws into my hips brings me closer to the edge.
Lore leans down, licking my spine again, and my wings flutter weakly.
“Your dust is delicious,” he murmurs. “And it’s going to cover this fucking chair. Everyone will know what we did, and they’re not going to say a word, because if they do, I’ll cut out their tongues and nail them to the citadel gates.”
Oh Goddess, he’s right. This whole dais is going to be a glittery crime scene. In the twisted hold of pleasure that’s riding me right now, I can’t even feel embarrassed. Rapture is bearing down on me like a tidal wave, and Lore ups the force of his thrusts like he can sense it. One hand leaves my ass and wraps around me, finding my clit.
“Come, pet. Come all over my cock and his pathetic throne like the Goddess you are.”
My pleasure smashes into me, stealing the breath I need to scream and snatching my soul from my body. Lore groans, cock jerking inside me as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder to muffle the noise.
The door opens.
Before I can even process the light spilling into the room, Lore blinks us.
I’m wrapped in his arms, still clenching on his cock, and it takes me a second to realise we haven’t left the room. We’re just much higher up now.
Lore is balanced on one of the wide arching beams that criss-cross the ceiling, holding me steady as the beam of light grows larger, admitting two dark male silhouettes, before the door shuts.
“Leave me alone!” The first male breaks away, and I wince as I recognise Cedwyn’s voice.
Lore thrusts inside me again, undeterred, but I tug at his arm in reprimand. His chest heaves on a silent sigh before he pulls free of my pussy and drops his cap onto my head, where it turns into a toasty warm poncho. One of his arms wraps securely around my waist, keeping me safe as I try to calm my breathing and force some strength into my sated limbs.
My eyes need a second to adjust to the darkness, and I grimace at the knowledge that we’re now spying on the King of Winter while I’m mostly naked and Lore’s seed is slowlydripping out of me. Of course, the redcap doesn’t care about either of those things, he’s just?—
The throne catches fire, and I slap my hand over my mouth to suppress a gasp. I saw two silhouettes, but there are three men below us. It takes me a second to realise that’s because the third is a spirit.
Ice extinguishes the fire almost immediately, but all that’s left of the dust-splattered throne is a melted blob.
At least the evidence is gone, although Lore’s pout says he doesn’t share my relief.
