I wanted to laugh at myself. Not even a month ago, the idea of sex with two Draax at once had terrified me. Now, I was upset that I only had the chance to sleep with one. I was losing my mind.
“Evie?” Court said. “Will you accept my offer to help?”
“You really are okay with sleeping with a woman without Bran?” I said.
“Yes.” His voice was sincere enough, but I could see the truth on his face. After years of being terrorized by Alex, I had learned to tune in to other people’s emotions. Knowing exactly what kind of mood Alex was in from nothing more than the look on his face or the way he held his body, had saved me from a beating more than once.
Once the gallberry juice had healed me from my beating and I was no longer distracted by the pain, I’d found it easy to read Court’s emotions. They washed across his face like water over sand. Bran was difficult to read. The only time I was certain of his emotional state was when he was with Bella. The happiness and love practically radiated from him and couldn’t be hidden.
But Court? He might not want to admit it, but his emotional armour was not nearly as thick as Bran’s. Even now I could see the guilt and the anxiety on his face. I could feel it in the stiffness of his body, see it in the way his tail flicked back and forth, the end of it thumping out a steady rhythm against the rungs of the chair.
He wanted to have sex with me, but he would be wracked with guilt afterwards. I couldn’t do that to him.
I pressed my forehead against his and took a deep breath. “Thank you for offering, Court, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“It is,” he said.
“It isn’t. If we sleep together, it’ll make you feel guilty and it’ll cause tension between you and Bran.”
“It will not,” he insisted.
I lifted my head and he cupped the back of my skull again. “Perhaps there will be some guilt, but just as I am helping you, you can help me.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“Bran does not feel the way that I do. He has slept with a female without me. Eventually, he will look for a mate to help him raise Bella and to have more children with. We tried before to share a mate and it,” he paused, “ended badly.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I do not wish to talk about it.” His tail hit the rungs of the chair so hard, I was surprised it didn’t crack them. “The point is, just like you must learn how to sleep with a Draax and please the king, I must learn how to sleep with a female on my own. We would be helping each other.”
He made a certain kind of sense. Maybe it would be helpful to him. Or was that just my desire to sleep with him convincing me it would? Shit, I had no idea.
“Can I think about it?” I said. “I need a bit more time.”
“Yes.” He pressed a brief kiss against my mouth. “I want this, little human, but I will not force you to fuck me if you do not wish to. You do not have to be afraid of me.”
I gave him a startled look. That thought had never crossed my mind. “I know that, Court. I don’t think you’ll force me to do anything and I’m not afraid of you or Bran.”
“Are you not?”
“No,” I said. “I know that sometimes I flinch, or I act afraid but that’s an instinct thing. I hate that I do it and I hope that eventually I’ll stop, but I promise – I’m not afraid of you or Bran. You both have been very kind to me, and you saved my life by giving me the gallberry juice.”
He gave me another kiss, but I pulled away before I could give in to my urge to deepen it. “I won’t make you wait long for my decision. I promise.”
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Evelyn
Not making Court wait long for my decision was the understatement of the year. Our conversation had taken place, what – eight hours ago – and here I was standing in front of his bedroom door.
I glanced at my body, wishing that I had something a little sexier to wear than my tank top and shorts. Shivering from the cold, I glanced at Bran’s closed door. It was late, after midnight, and the entire house was quiet and dark.
I still wasn’t one hundred percent certain that I was making the right choice, but my desire to be with Court had overridden the last of my worries.
It would be better if Bran joined us.
I glanced at his bedroom door with my hand raised to knock on Court’s. Yes, it would be better with Bran there. In fact, it didn’t feel right to me that we were doing this without him despite how little I knew about either of them, but I had no choice.
Bran didn’t want me the way that I wanted him, and I really was afraid that the king would send me packing if I wasn’t good in bed. And Court needed my help learning how to be with a woman without Bran.
This was a good thing, I told myself before rapping softly on Court’s door. I was helping him, and he was helping me. Soft light spilled out from under his door so at least I didn’t have to worry about waking him.
The door opened and the look of pure delight on Court’s face washed away the rest of my doubt.
“Hello, little human.”
“Hello, Court. Can I come in.”
“Yes.” He stepped aside and I walked into his bedroom, my nerves singing at me as I brushed past his half-naked body. He was wearing just a pair of sleep pants and I stared at him in the flickering light of the fireplace. His room was deliciously warm compared to mine.
He stared at the goosebumps on my arms and legs before his gaze settled on my tits. Warmth ignited in my belly, starting a slow burn of need, and I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry it’s so late.”
“You do not need to be sorry. I am happy to fuck you any time of the day or night.”
A nervous giggle escaped from my lips. “How do you know that’s what I’m here for?”
He gave me an adorable grin, pulled me into his arms, and reached down to squeeze my ass cheek. “Is there another reason you are here in my room, Evie?”
“No,” I admitted.
“I am very happy about your decision.” He leaned down and nuzzled my neck, and a bolt of heat went through me when he licked my throat.
“Court,” I squeezed his arms and he lifted his head to look at me. “Are you absolutely certain you want to do this?”
“Yes.” He stroked my arms, scowling at the goosebumps he could feel. He pulled the quilt off the bed and spread it out directly in front of the fireplace before placing a pillow on the floor as well. He opened the nightstand beside his bed and brought out a condom package that he placed on the quilt next to the pillow. “Come here, Evie.”
I joined him in the front of the fireplace, and he smiled at me. “You will be warmer here.”
“Thank you,” I said.
He pulled me into his arms again and traced my collarbone with the tips of his fingers. “You are anxious.”
I nodded. “A little.”
“There is no need,” he said. “I will not hurt you.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m more nervous about, uh, being naked in front of you and also making sure that you, uh, you know, enjoy yourself as well. I’ve only slept with one person before this.”
He stroked my upper chest with his fingers. “You are beautiful, and I cannot wait to see you naked, spread out underneath me as I taste your sweetness.”
“Wait, what do you mean, taste my sweetness?” I said as Court urged me down onto the blanket. The warmth from the fire and from Court’s body felt incredibly good as I kneeled next to him.
He pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside, staring at my naked upper body. I caught my breath when his hands cupped my breasts and he brushed his thumbs over my nipples. They hardened immediately and he made an approving sound before bending his head and kissing me.
I clutched at his trim waist, returning his kisses eagerly as he slid one arm around my back and held me tight. Our tongues touched and I moaned into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue and when I arched my back, he gave my nipple a light pinch that sent pleasure straight to my pussy.<
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He pushed me onto my back and laid beside me, one big thigh settling firmly between mine. He stroked my hair back from my face before smiling at me. “You are very beautiful, little human.”
“Thank you. So are you,” I said.
Tentatively, I ran my fingers over his chest and down his stomach. I could feel his dick pressing against my hip and it made me a little bold as I slid one finger along the waistband of his sleep pants.
I’d never felt this kind of overwhelming lust before, and I was a little surprised by my strong reaction. Was it normal to be so turned on from a few kisses and touches? I had no idea and no one to ask. I hadn’t felt this way with the first guy I’d slept with, but he’d been a stranger and I hadn’t actually wanted to have sex with him.
Tonight, I wanted sex with Court. Wanted it desperately.
My thumb grazed over one flat nipple and Court’s low groan made me shiver. He pressed a kiss against my neck before kissing his way down my chest. When his mouth closed around one taut nipple, I moaned loudly.
Court lifted his head and I clutched at his hair, trying to push him back toward my breast. “Court, don’t stop!”
“Shh,” he said before kissing between my breasts. “You must be quieter, Evelyn. We do not want to wake Bella.”
I glanced at his door before giving him a worried look. “I’m sorry.”
“It is all right,” he kissed between my breasts again, “but you must keep your voice down.”
“I will,” I said.
“That is my good girl.”
I shivered all over when he called me his good girl and arched my back when he sucked on my nipple again. His tongue circled around my nipple before he sucked hard, and I clamped my arm over my mouth to stifle my moans.
Holy God, it felt so good. His mouth was so warm and his tongue… oh fuck, his tongue.
I arched again when he flicked it rapidly against the tip of my nipple before kissing his way to my other breast. His tongue sucked that nipple into an aching hardness, and I gasped when he bit it lightly.
He smiled up at me. His copper eyes were now a stunning reddish gold colour and I couldn’t look away from them as he shifted off of me and his hands reached for the waistband of my shorts. He tugged and when I didn’t lift my hips, he gave the underside of one breast a sharp nip.
“Lift your hips, human.”
The demand in his voice sent fresh wetness to my core and I raised my hips automatically, allowing him to pull my shorts down my legs. He tossed them aside and I kept my legs closed tightly as he studied my sex. His fingers traced the small patch of dark brown hair on my mound, and I shivered all over.
“Court,” I whispered. My nerves were returning and maybe he sensed it because he kissed me again, his hand resting against the top of my pussy but not moving. I ran my hands over his broad back, feeling the muscles flex under my fingertips as he moved a little closer.
His kisses were beginning to feel like a damn drug to me. I pressed myself against him, my fingers digging into the firm flesh of his upper back as he kissed me repeatedly. When his thigh nudged at mine again, I spread them without hesitation.
His hand slid between my thighs and his fingers cupped my pussy. I gasped and closed my legs but his thigh between them blocked me from closing them completely.
“Court,” I moaned as his fingers swept across my wet pussy lips.
“Shh, little human. I only wish to see how wet you are for me.” A self-satisfied look crossed his face when he raised his hand and showed me his fingers. Before I could say anything, he’d stuck his index finger into his mouth and licked away my cream.
“Delicious,” he said.
I flushed with embarrassment, and he smiled before reaching between my legs again. I was squirming beneath him, feeling both awkward and turned on and not really certain how to deal with it.
I wanted him to touch me, but the careful way he stared at me as he stroked the lips of my pussy was making me feel naked and exposed in a way I’d never felt before. Was I supposed to –
“Holy fuck!” The expletive came flying out of my mouth before I could stop it.
Court’s thumb was brushing against my clit and his finger was… oh fuck, his finger was sliding into me and…
“Fuck,” I moaned again.
“Shh, little human,” Court said.
I nodded, my entire body straining toward him as he brushed his thumb over my clit. It was so light, barely a touch really, and I grabbed at his wrist. “Harder.”
He grinned. “Soon.”
“No, now. Please?” I pleaded.
A second finger joined the first and I clenched around him in surprise. He groaned, his pelvis rocking against mine, and I made another soft pleading sound.
To my relief, he rubbed my clit with firm pressure, and I let my legs fall apart, my nails digging into his wrist as I rubbed my pussy against his hand. It felt amazing. Fucking amazing, actually. The roughness of his thumb against my clit, the way his eyes glittered so hotly as I fucked his fingers was sending me closer and closer to the edge.
I reached for the pleasure that danced just out of reach, crying out with frustration when Court pulled his hand away from my pussy.
“No!” I smacked him on the chest and glared at him. “Court, no! I was so close.”
His teasing grin both irritated me and set me on fire with fresh need. “I want to taste your sweetness, little human.”
He kissed his way down my body, this time leaving no doubt in my mind what he meant. I was so worked up, so desperate to cum, that I didn’t feel any embarrassment about Court tasting my pussy. In fact, I spread my legs wide when he settled his big body between them and pulled on his hair when he kissed the curve of my belly instead of moving lower.
“Not there,” I said and pulled his hair again.
He laughed, his breath warm on my skin, and kissed above my navel. “So impatient, little human.”
“Do what you said you would do,” I said. “Right now.”
“Yes, sadora.”
I had no idea what sadora meant but before I could ask, his lips were pressing against my pubic bone and I stopped caring what it meant. I arched my pelvis, squeezing his shoulders with my legs and pushing on the top of his head.
His low laughter washed over my curls and then… oh God, then…
The feel of his tongue brushing across my pussy lips made me cry out again. I threw one hand over my mouth and used my other hand to press against the back of his head as he nibbled at my wet lips and then flicked his perfect, beautiful tongue against my throbbing clit.
I jerked and twitched against him, my thighs opening and closing around his shoulders as he licked that swollen throbbing bundle of nerves until I was nearly frantic with need. His lips closed around it and he sucked hard as he slipped his finger into my wet opening.
I screamed into my hand and climaxed immediately, the pleasure breaking me wide open and making my body shake wildly. He licked me clean as I shivered and moaned and tried to drag air into my lungs.
I didn’t know why I looked to the door. Was it a flicker of motion? A feeling of being watched?
I didn’t know, but my gaze lifted to the door and my breath caught in my throbbing lungs when I saw Bran standing there. He was leaning against the closed door, his upper half gloriously naked, his lower half covered only by his thin sleep pants.
I was only vaguely aware of Court sitting up and yanking down his pants, of his hand reaching for the condom next to the pillow, of the sound of the foil being ripped open.
I couldn’t take my gaze from Bran. Was he really there or was it just an orgasm-fueled fantasy?
I didn’t realize I had closed my thighs until Court pushed on my knees. “Open your legs, Evie.”
“Court,” I whispered before turning my gaze to him. “Bran is here.”
Court stared across the room and there was no mistaking the happiness that crossed his face. “He enjoyed watching you cum on my mouth, little human
. We will show him how you look cumming on my cock.”
He pushed on my knees again. “Open for me.”
I let him push my legs apart as I stared at Bran. When my legs were spread wide and my pussy fully exposed, Bran made a low groan. My gaze flickered to his crotch and I bit my bottom lip. Bran’s hand was shoved down his pants and he was jerking off, the outline of his cock clearly visible against the thin material.
When the head of Court’s cock pressed against my opening, I returned my gaze to his in a hurry. He was propped up above me, and he bent his head and pressed a kiss against my mouth. “Relax, sadora.”
I rested my hands on his hips and took a deep breath as he pushed forward. I hadn’t seen his cock before he pressed it against my hot core, and I was a little grateful for that. If he was as big as I suspected, I might have been tempted to call the whole thing off. I was more nervous than –
“Oh God!” The head of Court’s cock sank into me and I stared up at him as he stopped.
“All right, Evie?”
“Yes, I – yes, I’m good.”
He smiled and feeling nervous, I craned my neck so I could stare at Bran again. He was still leaning against the door, still stroking his cock, and the small smile he offered me, was oddly comforting. I stared at him as Court pushed forward, forcing my pussy to take inch after inch of his thick cock. Just when I felt stretched and full to the limit, Court stopped and pressed a kiss against my neck.
“Are you all right, little human?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I looked back at Court and touched his face with my fingertips. “I… it’s a lot.”
I blushed at how dumb I sounded, but Court smiled at me and pressed a kiss against my lips. “Your pussy is so tight, sadora, you have done well to take all of me.”
He made a few light thrusts, and I moaned and squeezed my knees around his hips.
“Shh, sadora. Look at Bran,” Court said as he hooked one big hand behind my knee and lifted my leg a little. “See how much he enjoys watching you be fucked by me.”
I turned my gaze obediently to Bran. Even from across the room, I could see the liquid desire, the heat and the want, in his gaze and Court groaned when my pussy squeezed around him. “Relax your pussy, little human, please.”
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