Page 60 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
“No,” I whisper. “I want to come.”
“You will, dragonfly,” Bree promises as he climbs off the bed to stand away from us all, taking in the sight of me. “But you’re wearing too many clothes.”
His hands are covered in my dust, and he slips a finger into his mouth, sucking the glittery substance off with an expression of pure bliss.
Drystan grins, and heat flashes over me. Suddenly the barrier of my leggings is gone, along with my underwear and the ruined remains of the shirt.
“Why can’t you do that more often?” Lore asks. “You’d be so much easier to get along with.”
Drystan just rolls his eyes and uses his grip at my throat to lower me back down against the cool leather covering Lore’s vibrating dick.
This time I grind down on him eagerly, arching my back when the redcap grips my ass a little tighter before spanking it and drawing a subtle moan from me.
“Fuucckkk. Don’t you just love the noises she makes?” Lore groans. “Perfect, pretty pet. Beg your púca to let me fuck you and get you nice and warmed up for him.”
Drystan’s free hand dips down to clasp my breast. His heat sears the delicate skin as he squeezes roughly, kneading the flesh before releasing it to spank it roughly.
Gasping, I flinch back, then stick my chest out for more before I can think about what that meant. The sting of theslap combined with the pleasure of the rough handling travels straight to that twisting ball of pleasure growing low in my abdomen, and a gush of wetness soaks the leather beneath me.
Lore’s nostrils flare, and he lets loose a whine of complaint. “I want to fuck her.”
“This is Bree’s time.” Drystan’s voice holds a note of censure. “Stop thinking about your own dick, redcap, or I’ll kick you out on his behalf.”
I look at Bree through eyes blurred with the pleasure that’s bombarding me, and he smiles softly.
“There’s a good possibility he’ll kill us both for trying, then fuck Rose in a pool of our blood.”
Lore licks his lips, like he’s actually considering it.
“No killing.” I pant, rubbing my pussy against Lore, clenching against nothing as my clit sparks and sings under the sensations. “Just let me come.”
Bree leans forward across Lore, sinking a hand into my hair and tugging lightly at the roots until Drystan relinquishes the hand collaring my throat. I glance down, biting my lip as I see the evidence of his own arousal straining against the ripped fabric of his trousers.
“I want you to hold it back,” he whispers against my lips. “Can you do that for me, dragonfly? I want them to drive you to the edge over and over again until I sink inside you, and just the feeling of my cock stretching you makes you come, and come, and come.”
The deviant words delivered in such a soft and pleading tone make me melt a little further, and Drystan’s hands turn supportive as Lore’s grinding hits a particularly sensitive spot and I nearly collapse.
They back off before I can come, and I want to wail in frustration as I buck against Lore’s grip on my hips, my hands coming up to fist in Bree’s hair.
Drystan grabs them before I can do anything, collecting my wrists behind my back in one of his large palms.
“No grabbing,” he reminds me, before swooping down to nuzzle the point of my ear. “Be a good little mate for him.”
“Sorry,” I whisper. “I forgot. I didn’t mean?—”
“I know,” Bree promises. “How wet is she, Lore?”
The redcap releases my ass to swipe two fingers through the slick coating the sensitive flesh between my thighs. Not that he needs to. I can only imagine my pussy is practically glistening with my arousal right now. Goddess, there’s probably a mark on his leathers.
“Drenched.” The redcap hums happily as he offers his fingers out for Bree to taste. My púca’s green eyes don’t leave mine as he licks my essence from Lore’s offered hand with a forked tongue, and then reaches forward and kisses me.
His kiss leaves Lore to resume his tormenting from below me. My eyes slide closed again as my entire body shakes and trembles like it’s under the same enchantment that’s mercilessly assaulting the frazzled nerves between my legs.
His tongue is so long, coiling around mine, teasing me with the double pointed end.
I can’t stand it anymore. Whimpering into the kiss, I beg, “Please, Bree.”
But the word has the opposite effect.
