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)
His silver gaze focuses on my outstretched hand. For a moment, I think he’ll refuse my silent request, but then he sweeps into my chamber, coming to stand at the head of the bed and on the other side of the headboard that faces the door.
“Is he doing a good job?” Neska asks, his tone remote and detached as he studies my face.
I open my mouth to reply, only for Zaroun to lash his tongue inside me again, and I hunch forward, whimpering with pleasure even as I rock against him. My clit brushes against his nose, and it’s the most exquisite torture.
“He doesn’t have to breathe, you know,” Neska murmurs, putting a finger under my chin to force me to look in his eyes. “He can stay under your skirts all day, smothered by your sweet, wet cunt.”
I moan, my lashes fluttering at the mental image. I clutch the headboard harder, wishing I was naked so Neska could put his hands on my breasts. So he could touch me everywhere. I envision all three of them touching me at once, swarming over me in a tangle of bodies, and the idea takes my breath away.
I suddenly want that more than anything.
“You do, do you? Interesting.” Neska’s voice remains detached, though his eyes are full of silver fire. “You are a hungry little anchor, aren’t you? You just need to be touched the right way.” He brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “You need to be wanted and appreciated for who you are. And you need to be pleasured.” He traces my mouth. “Between the three of us, I think we should never let you out of bed.”
The thought makes me moan again.
“You like that, too,” Neska all but purrs. “Sometimes it makes me wonder if you are serving us, or if it is we who are serving you.” His thumb dips into my mouth, pushing down on my lower lip.
I capture it and suck on it hard, a promise in my eyes.
His gaze flares with heat, and he feeds a finger into my mouth. When I take it, panting, our gazes locked, he adds a second, and then a third. It’s like he’s trying to push my boundaries, but he needs to realize that nothing is forbidden, nothing is off limits when all parties want it equally. And for the first time, I realize I no longer hold resentment for them for my service. They no longer see me as just a plaything to be used. They like touching me and pleasing me as much as I like pleasing them.
Neska slowly pumps his three fingers in and out of my mouth, working them slickly even as I roll my hips against Zaroun’s tongue. I’ve been so focused on Neska that I didn’t realize how close I was to the edge. I’m coming suddenly and my hands fly to Neska’s wrist, holding him in place as I whimper through my climax, shuddering and sucking hard on his fingers while stars bloom behind my eyelids and a haze of pleasure rolls through my body like the tide.
By the time I’m myself again, I feel wrung out and sated, but like something is still missing. I suck on Neska’s fingers and then pull them from my mouth, letting his wet fingertips trail over my lips. “How can I serve you my lord?” I whisper. “Because I am here to serve.”
His throat works, and for a moment, he gazes at me with such yearning and need that it takes my breath away. “Would you…touch me? Of your own need? Not of mine?”
How do I refuse that? How does anyone with a heart refuse such a request, especially when it’s filled with such aching need?
So I nod and tug on his hand. I pull him toward the bed, indicating he should join us, but he looks at the bed and then thinks for a moment.
Zaroun nods to an unspoken command and squeezes my flank. “Hold on.”
Hold on?
It’s the only warning I get before Zaroun slides forward, and then I’m on the edge of the mattress. The headboard is suddenly gone and Neska is standing there, stroking my hair back from my damp brow and gazing at me with that hungry lust on his face. I’m still straddling Zaroun’s face, his seeking tongue burying itself inside me again, and I gasp. “The—the headboard…?”
“I will return it when we are done,” Neska says, running his thumb over my lower lip again. “Unless you do not want me here…?”
I shake my head, trying to focus my mortal brain around such things. Just as Ossev gave me a door, I guess Neska can get rid of half of my bed. I clutch at his hips as Zaroun mouths me with abandon, my oversensitive pussy quivering with every stroke of his seeking tongue. Neska stands still in front of me, just caressing my face, and I get the impression that he’s waiting to see what I do.