Page 160 of Atop the Faerie Throne
“Suck his cock like the goddess you are,” he murmurs, turning my head back to Jaro. “If you drink down every drop of his cum, I’ll ask your púca to consider letting you come again before we let the redcap have his way with you.”
My pussy clenches at the image he’s painted, ass flexing around the toy still buried deep inside me, and I distract myself by taking my wolf deep into my throat. I cram as much of him into my mouth as I can and use my hand to stroke the rest of his length as I swallow around his cock.
His head falls back as I work, a deep, guttural growl of pleasure rumbling through him when I play with his sack again. He’s always been my rock, and I pour every single ounce of my appreciation into the act and down the bond, letting him see how much he’s loved.
That’s what sends him over the edge. His balls draw up as he spurts ropes of cum down my throat. I lap it up eagerly, following Drystan’s instructions, because Goddess, even thoughI should be sated by now, something deep inside me craves more.
When Jaro steps away, caressing my face one last time, I turn back to where Drystan has taken a spot sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s just out of reach of Bree, who’s leaning against the post, the two of them stroking themselves as they wait their turn. When he sees that I’m watching, he leans back, holding his cock out in silent demand.
Jaro offers me a hand, helping me to my feet with a kiss before his hands drop to my waist, guiding me forward until I’m standing between the dullahan’s legs.
“Ride him, beautiful,” he says, pressing a final kiss to my mating mark before stepping away.
I don’t need to be told twice. I climb over the dullahan and moan as he rubs the metal-covered head of his cock over my slippery clit.
The moment he lines us up properly, I sink down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth movement. His piercings rub me from the inside, and I want more. One of his hands finds my hip, setting the pace, while his other pulls me down so I’m splayed across his chest, his mark lining up with mine over my heart in a spark that makes me buck against him.
Goddess, I’m so full. Between him and the hook, I can’t focus on anything else.
“I love you,” he confesses against my neck.
Swallowing, I nod. “I love you, too, all of you.”
I feel Bree’s heat against my back a heartbeat before the metal in my ass is pulled free, replaced by his slicked-up cock.
“Relax for me,” he murmurs, stroking a hand down my spine in warning before he grips the base of one of my wings, using it as leverage to wedge his thick cock into my ass.
The sound that breaks free of my chest is animal, and both of them still, checking for pain, giving me time to adjust to the dual intrusion and the spike of pleasure radiating down my spine.
“Move,” I beg. “Goddess, I need?—”
Friction. Pressure. Sparks and flames in my bloodstream. All of which explode into being with the first slow drag of Drystan’s barbels out of my pussy and the unrelenting forge of Bree deeper into my ass. One in, one out. The answering rapture is so blinding that I can’t tell which part of me it’s coming from. I’m just one huge melting pot of need and sensation, clawing at Drystan’s chest, sinking my fingers into his braids, kissing his plump lips in between short, panting breaths.
“May I come?” I force myself to ask, even though I’m fairly sure there’s no stopping the budding explosion simmering in my veins. “Bree, I need to come.”
He hums against my back. “Hold it for me, dragonfly. Just a few seconds. Can you do that for me?”
My answering whimper is almost a scream as Drystan moves his hand from my mark to grasp my breast, lifting it to his mouth. Their thrusts pick up speed, some of the smoothness lost in the pursuit of their own pleasure.
“Come for us,” Bree orders.
At last.
My knees give way, the release sweeping through me until my thoughts are just distant stars. My body clenches on theirs, drawing them deeper, dragging curses from their lips as they follow me right over the edge. I’m floating, effervescent, as they slowly disentangle us. Drystan gives Bree space to move away before he lifts me and rolls me onto the sheets.
“Please,” Lore whines, voice thin. “Let me loose. Ineedher.”
“Are you ready for him?” my wolf checks, taking Drystan’s place as the latter heads to Lore’s ankles, unsnapping the restraints there. “Or do you need a minute?”
I nod, then shake my head, because I can feel his desperation beating beneath my skin like it’s my own. “Let him loose.”
Jaro reaches across the bed, exchanging a look with Drystan as the former chucks him a small key. Lore has gone utterly still between them, the glint in his eyes completely predatory and wholly fixated on me. I don’t think he’s even breathing. The only noise is the soft buzz of his still vibrating cock.
The click of two locks turning is violent in the quiet room.
My world is upended, claws digging into my hips, dragging me around until my ass is in the air. His cock slams into my swollen, oversensitive pussy without warning.
“Lore!” I scream as vibrations eclipse everything else.
