Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
He strokes his thumb over my lower lip. “Would you like to sit on Zaroun’s face, Yulenna?”
“Yes,” I plead. My aching pussy would love that.
“If you’re good, then you can do that later when I am in your ass,” Neska murmurs. “But for now, you get Zaroun’s cock.”
Hands reach for my hips, and I realize Zaroun is laying down upon the bed, waiting for me. Oh. I don’t want Zaroun to feel left out of anything because he’s not as demanding as the other fates, so I lean over him and kiss him passionately, showing him how much I adore him with my mouth, and how he’s just as important to me as the others.
“I know,” he whispers, nipping at my swollen lips. “Always know.”
I continue kissing him, even as I slide my hips over his and rock against his cock. I love the stutter of his breath against mine, and how his hands grip me tightly with need. I reach between us, feeding him into my achingly empty cunt, and moan against his lips when I finally sink down upon his shaft. “Gods, that’s good.”
“Tell us how she feels, Zaroun,” Neska says, his hand gliding down my spine and then teasing my ass. “Is she tight and wet and clenched around you?”
I moan at his words at the same time Zaroun does.
“Perfect,” Zaroun manages. “Our Yulenna…always so perfect.”
His flattery makes me feel like the most sensual woman ever. I rock my hips atop him, driving him deeper into me. I love the friction between our bodies, and the way he grunts and rises to meet me.
“Ride him,” Neska commands, stroking my cheek. “Ride him but don’t let him come yet.”
Tease him? Oh, I can absolutely tease Zaroun. I brace my hands at his sides and move nothing but my hips, bouncing up and down atop his cock. The sensation of his thick shaft shuttling inside me is so good that I bite my lip, focusing on my own pleasure. I could squeeze out a small climax, then—
Neska’s fingers tighten on my chin. “Not yet, impatient one.”
I whine at him, moving faster on Zaroun, riding him with all the hunger and need in my body. My pussy is so slick and his cock feels so good that I can feel the climax just drifting out of reach. I need it so badly that everything inside me aches with wanting.
“She’s greedy,” Ossev says, running a hand down my back. The bed shifts as he climbs in behind my working hips. “Look at how hungry she is to come.”
“Our naughty anchor can wait,” Neska replies, and lifts one of my hands from the bed.
I moan a protest, sinking back on Zaroun’s rigid shaft, only for my other hand to go into the air, too. It takes me a moment to realize that he’s using webbing as ropes, tying my hands in place.
I jerk against the bonds, gasping, and Neska catches my chin again. He cups it, and looks deep into my eyes. I quiver, clenching around Zaroun’s cock as I stare at Neska and his expression of pure control.
“Do you want to stop?”
Panting, I shake my head. “No, my lord.”
“If you want to stop, you have but to think it.” He studies my face, then leans in and gives me a surprisingly gentle kiss. “We will know when you are no longer enjoying yourself, pretty one. You are safe with us.”
I’m touched that he’s reassuring me…touched and frustrated that he’s distracted me away from my orgasm. “I know.”
And then I move my chin, biting down on his thumb.
He growls low in his throat, his eyes gleaming, and I can tell he’s pleased by my “naughtiness.” “Claim her ass, Ossev. Fill her up and remind her that she’s not in charge.”
A hand spreads on my lower back, tilting me forward, and I moan again.
“That’s right,” Ossev murmurs, his other hand spreading my ass cheeks and pressing his thumb against the back entrance to my body. “Be a good girl and we’ll make you come.”
Zaroun gasps when I clench around him at Ossev’s words.
“She likes being called a good girl,” Neska points out. “Did you feel how she tightened around him?”
“Perhaps she just likes my finger in her arse,” Ossev murmurs, moving closer. I can feel the heat of him pressing against my back.
“B-both,” Zaroun manages. “She likes both.”
I want to protest that I can answer for myself, but they’re not wrong. I do like this. Too much. It’s distracting and delicious and I can feel my body tensing, desperate to release with an orgasm. I tug on the bonds on my wrists but they hold tight, and it adds another layer of salaciousness to things—that I’m unable to get away no matter how hard I try.
The head of Ossev’s cock rubs against the pucker of my ass and I moan, anticipating the hard thrust that will come next.