Page 61 of Beneath a Shattered Sky
Bree is on the other side of the room in an instant, eyes wide as all sound… stops.
The noise resumes quickly enough, but my arousal dies an instant death at the expression on his face.
“Bricriu,” Drystan says, his tone calm and unaffected. “Do you want to stop or slow down?”
My púca takes a deep breath, then carefully unclenches his fists.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, lifting to get away from the vibrations I was so eager for just moments ago. “It was me. I?—”
“Had a completely reasonable and instinctual reaction when faced with orgasm denial for the first time,” Drystan cuts me off. “Give him a second and let him decide what he wants to do.”
My face flames as I realise how that sounded. Stupid, stupid, making it all about me when Bree is?—
Calloused fingertips grip my chin and tilt my purple eyes to meet his. It’s a huge gesture of trust, given that I almost accidentally charmed him.
“I think Lore and Drystan can come up with a way to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Bree’s voice is hoarse, but an ember of desire still smoulders behind his eyes. “Keep those eyes on me, dragonfly. I need to know it’s you.”
His earlier words in Siabetha come back to me, and I nod. “I can do that.”
I won’t even blink, if that’s what it takes. There’s another pause where his gaze holds mine, as if testing me. When I don’t falter, he nods.
“Lie down and spread your legs so I can play with your pretty cunt while you suck the other two.”
Lore is out from beneath me in a flash, ripping the laces of his fly with eagerness. Drystan releases my arms, and I dare to lean up and kiss Bree, pouring every second of remorse into the melding of mouths before I fall back against the soft sheets. I’m completely exposed with my ass hanging over the edge of the bed, but he regards me like I’m the only star in the sky.
Lore takes my right-hand side, and Drystan my left, both of them claiming my respective hands and wrapping them around their cocks.
“Snuggles,” Lore murmurs, and his cock stops buzzing.
As much as I love that enchantment, I’m grateful he has a way to turn it off as he kneels by my head and lightly slaps my cheek with the mushroom-shaped tip of his cock.
Using my grip at the base of his shaft to keep him steady, I stick out my tongue and lap at the underside, tracing the vein and circling the head, sampling the salty-sweet taste of his precum before turning to do the same to Drystan.
Of course, it’s harder with my dullahan. His piercings are spaced around the crown, so I end up just playing with them, enjoying the taste of salt and metal, before swapping back to Lore.
It’s difficult to focus on them while keeping my eyes on my púca, but he’s my priority. If my oral skills suffer for the strange angle, well, neither of my other mates seem to be complaining.
Bree stands between my spread thighs and runs two fingers through my still-soaked folds, tracing the wetness around my throbbing clit and reawakening the passion of earlier with tiny circles until I suck hard at the end of Lore’s dick to prevent myself from crying out. Those talented fingers slide down, finding the weeping entrance to my body and pushing in with torturous slowness. My muscles clench, wings fluttering as my spine bows. Only Drystan’s hand collaring my throat keeps me from levitating off the bed.
Bree pumps into me carefully, and the slurping wet noises and tiny moans that fill the air seem to please him because suddenly they’re twice as loud as they should be.
“Oops,” he murmurs, as they return to normal volume. “Are you ready for me, dragonfly?”
I nod eagerly, lifting my hips as much as my position allows before turning and swallowing Drystan’s dick as deeply as I can. Bree doesn’t take me at my word—or perhaps he simply needs a few seconds—because his fingers scissor inside me, stretching me as his thumb comes down to rub at my clit once more.
Goddess, those earlier almost-orgasms are bearing down on me, and if he doesn’t fuck me…
His fingers disappear, and my breath leaves me in a strangled sound of frustration that vibrates around Drystan’s cock until he groans and shoves a little deeper into my throat. I can barely see Bree’s lower body as the sound of fabric being torn away fills my ears, so I have no idea what his cock looks like as the blunt headfinallylines up with my entrance. It takes all my self-control to keep still and not raise my hips in invitation.
This is the first time he’s doing this of his own volition in years, and I won’t do anything to pressure him or make him feel like he can’t back out if he wants to. Even the males taking turns with my mouth pause, letting me focus entirely on him.
The energy of the moment is ridiculously tender and understanding as Bree sinks slowly into me and hisses out a breath as his fat head breaches my opening. Goddess, he’s thick. Even after his careful preparation, the stretch is still immense, and it’s the most satisfying burn I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck.” He stills, trembling. “Dragonfly, I?—”
“You can stop if you need to,” Drystan reminds him, reading the tension in his muscles. “You don’t have to do anything. We’ll make sure Rose is satisfied either way.”
I know I should say something similar, but my orgasm is gathering at the base of my spine, stealing all thought beyond the desperate pleas I refuse to voice. The shallow penetration is doing things to me that should be illegal. My legs are practically shaking with the effort of keeping still. Biting my lip, I nod even as my internal muscles grip him so tightly, he bucks a little farther in.
