by Rie Warren
“You’re out here on your own at night, gallivanting around with no fucking caution, Laurel!” Blue eyes burning like fiery coals, Dex frowned. “You’ll come with us. You’ll stay with us in the palace for the interim, for your own safekeeping and our peace of mind.”
Indignation sparkled inside me at being ordered around. “Cozmo can look after me.”
“Is he your mate?” Jedrek’s voice held an edge.
“No.”
“Then you come with us.” He began leading the way from the clearing.
“It may have escaped your notice, but I’m a free woman, no longer a slave.” I stomped after him, incensed even more by the sound of Dex’s low chuckle behind me. “And I don’t take orders from either one of you.”
Dex came up beside me, prodding me to follow his friend with a large palm on my back.
“She’s a feisty one, Jedrek.” His anger had turned to mirth, no doubt because he thought they had the upper hand.
“She?” I squealed. “She is standing right here.”
“So she is.” He chuckled low in his throat. “I admire your spirit, Laurel.”
“I’m sure that’s not all you admire.” I huffed.
He leaned so close his warm breath raised goose bumps on my neck. “You’d be right.”
A sudden sensual thrill rippled from my breasts to my belly, and I trudged along more willingly.
At my residence, Jedrek opened the door, motioning me inside. He and Dex needed to duck, one at a time, to fit inside the doorway, and I stifled a giggle at the sight of the two massive men. My quarters consisted of a simple two-room hut, perfectly adequate to suit my needs, absolutely inadequate for the size and stature of the mighty warriors.
They watched closely while I gathered a few necessities into a satchel. I fully expected to return to my own abode in the morning whether they tried to stop me or not. They’d soon learn I wasn’t one of the docile females.
Dex reached out and took the satchel from my hands. “Is that all?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Let’s go.”
“So you’re taking me to the palace?”
“Yes.” Dex headed to the door.
I dashed in front of him, blocking the entryway. “To your rooms?”
“Yes,” Jedrek said.
“Can you please answer with more than one damn word?” I glared up the great lengths of their bodies.
A dimple pitted one of Dex’s cheeks as he let loose a rumble of laughter. “Yes.”
“You’re infuriating.”
“He is,” Jedrek agreed, but he too was smiling.
The smile transformed his tough face, making him not just attractive but devastatingly handsome.
Even Dex stared at his friend, seemingly silenced by the sight of such an infrequent smile.
Hot tingles fluttered in my tummy and floated up to the tips of my breasts as I watched them. “And you share quarters together?”
My question spurred the two men to find and lock gazes. The air between them instantly charged with a sudden sexual intensity I hadn’t witnessed before. And their heat rippled outward to me, a smoldering awareness that felt combustible in the tiny room.
Jedrek’s beautiful gray eyes—dilated and near black—dropped to Dex’s mouth, and he licked his own lips. “Yes. We share together.”
An entirely lustful half smile curving Dex’s mouth, he swung his heated gaze to include me.
“Oh.” I gasped, the fluttering intensifying and settling lower, between my legs.
I forgot to put up any more of a fight, letting them guide me along the paths toward the palace. As Valkrane, they had access to parts of the castle I’d never been privy to, but I was too distracted to pay much attention to the surroundings during our short journey.
I’d seen the pair of warriors wrapped around each other, grinding and groping more than dancing during the feast. I’d always thought they hungered after me—if only from afar—but now the entire dynamic had changed with barely a single word uttered.
Inside their room, I stopped while they carefully discarded their weapons. I surveyed the chambers, at once opulent and stark.
Luxe because of the immensity of the room, the floors polished to a reflective surface, the walls alight with a subdued glow. Spartan because the only furnishings consisted of two huge bed platforms, two tremendous chairs, and row upon row of neatly lined weapons against one wall.
I heard the gurgle and babble of water in the bathing grotto, the steamy pool a source of heat and warmth. And while one side of the room was tidy down to the tazek furs tucked carefully around the bed, the other was a mess of discarded clothing with a hastily strewn sharpening stone and a pair of gauntlets lying on top.
A small smile spread across my lips. If I had to guess, the neat freak side was Jedrek’s, the cluttered part Dex’s.
Dex watched me, looking hesitant, his fingers opening and closing over the handles of my satchel.
I was uncertain too.
Until Jedrek walked to Dex’s bed and began straightening the luxurious tazek furs. “You can have my bed, Laurel. I’ll sleep with Dex.”
Dex made a choked sound, eyes colliding with Jedrek’s.
I retrieved my bundle from Dex, offering him a sweet smile. To my amazement, his cheeks flushed above the thick beard. And the air felt dense, rife with expectation.
I lay my bundle on the tidier bed, both men again turning their attention on me.
“Ahem.” I made a circular motion with my index finger. “Turn your backs please.”
They followed the order quickly, Jedrek moving to Dex’s side. Their arms brushed, and Dex almost jumped a foot to the side.
The laugh that bubbled up from inside me sounded smokier than usual. Taking off my gown, I let the fabric swish to the floor, the rustle of material whispery soft but loud enough in the quiet room to be noticeable . . . almost sensual.
Jedrek jerked his head like he wanted to watch me.
Settling on the bed, I retrieved my brush then pulled the soft-furred blanket up over my breasts. The pelt spread a tantalizing sensation across my naked flesh.
“You may look now,” I said, feeling like a temptress.
They spun in a flash. But all they could see were the very top mounds of my breasts. I pulled the brush through my damp hair, gently untangling the tresses, gaze pinned on the men. I waited for Jedrek to take the lead again.
He faced Dex, his fingers going to the waist of his own kilt.
Voice low, he asked the blond male, “Going to undress for me?”
I watched, turned on, as Dex swallowed rapidly.
I stared, blatantly, while they disrobed.
I’d always thought Dex would be the more sexually assertive male. Clearly Jedrek made him hot . . . and nervous.
His fingers fumbled at the belt of his kilt. His chest pumped with uneven breaths. The blush on his cheeks hadn’t died down.
A low moan left my throat when finally the two stood completely bare. Their muscled forms were nothing short of magnificent.
I licked my lips, imagining the feel of the hard, flexing globes of their asses.
I set my brush down, gaze wandering over the carved terrain of their torsos.
I held my breath, looking at their groins, in awe of their thick jutting flesh.
Dex and Jedrek stared at one another, paces apart. Their cocks were equally large, incredibly erect, and I knew their staggering arousal had little to do with me, everything to do with each other.
That knowledge only made the whole situation even hotter.
Tension ran high, and they were clearly trying to keep their hands off one another.
That wouldn’t do.
With a sultry smile, I reclined on my side. “Don’t let me stop you.”
Lord no.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jedrek
IT’D BEEN SHEER torture keeping my hands off Dex. The unbidden thrill of Laurel watching made denying our pleasure even more difficult.
And when Dex dropped his kilt to stand in front of me naked and fully aroused, I gritted my teeth together.
I wanted him with a need that made my cock, untouched and throbbing, nearly burst with seed.
“Don’t let me stop you.” Laurel’s sultry command only amped my lust higher.
To discover she wasn’t completely demure was all the permission I needed to go at Dex.
I lunged at the warrior, unleashing all my strength on him. I tumbled him to the empty bed, my mouth attached to his. His tongue swirled deep inside, roaming over every surface.
With Laurel watching, we crossed intimate boundaries, arousal leaping high with every raw touch.
Dex’s sleek skin against mine, he pushed back, thrust up, hands everywhere. He clasped me in a firm grip, and I hauled his thick thighs over my hips. To grind against such a powerful male was liberating. There was no way I could damage him, not when he pitted against me with equal virility.
Between our abdomens, our hard cocks rubbed together. The pleasure of his oh-so male body was blinding. Well-tuned muscles, clenching sinews, and that massive shaft of flesh dripping with precum, wetting my cock, made my balls ache for intense relief.
My fingers skimmed along his arms to his ropey shoulders and around to his back. “You feel so fucking good.”
Dex knocked his hips up and down, grabbing my ass to compel me harder against him. A harsh groan tumbled from his kiss-bitten lips, and he scraped his beard along the side of my face.
The rubbing, the friction, his low lustful sounds would be my undoing.
“I can’t get close enough,” he rasped out, lips toying with my ear.
Between our stomachs, his cock sandwiched beneath mine. Every time he twisted his groin, his fat shaft rode up over the thick tip of my prick, and I couldn’t contain my grunts.
Heat bounced through my body, and perspiration slickened our skin.
“What do you want?” I murmured, slowing my hips to a light teasing roll.
My mouth landed on his throat. I tasted the salt of his fresh sweat, the heat of his undeniably male skin, the bristles of his blond beard.
“I want to fucking come.”
Dex then hollered when I rose up onto my fists, ramming my cock harder against his.
Beneath half-lowered lids, his blue irises shone carapace-black with desire. He bit into his bottom lip, fangs fully descended. And when I circled my shaft against his, balls swiveling together, he clasped my neck, drawing me to his mouth.
His tongue penetrated my lips in a lush wild kiss.
He was heat. He was man. He was total strength.
I pulled back, groaning.
“Gods, Dex. Too fucking sexy for your own good.” My nostrils flared, my grinding slowing even more, because it felt too good to rush.
“Oh my God,” Laurel breathed out.
My head whipped toward the female for a moment. With a smile full of passionate promise, I turned back to the man beneath me. The one aching for me to make him come.
I bent down and bit one of his nipples, my fangs scoring his flesh. He hissed, but his hips rocked up.
“I knew you liked it rough.”
Rearing up, he lashed my lips with a thoroughly wet kiss. “Think you know me that well?”
“I know I do.”
He flipped me effortlessly, and a laugh bounced out of my chest. A laugh that died when he gripped the solid weights of both our cocks and stroked his rough fist over the bulging heads.
My head crashed back as a network of fiery shudders rippled from my ass to my balls to my cock . . . but I turned my face when I heard a hot moan.
Laurel had thrown back the furs. Completely naked—lusciously curved—she’d spread her thighs. One finger slid up and down her pink slit. Even hotter, she watched us avidly. I wanted her on my cock almost as much as I wanted to plunge my shaft deep into Dex’s ass.
Dex pulled my head back to his, his hips snapping forward. His fist tightened and our dicks swelled bigger, even more blood-engorged. Heat traveled down my spine, spiked into my loins, and I thudded up against him. I tugged at his beard, smearing my lips across his, nicking him with a fang.
I warned, “If you come anywhere but in my mouth, I’ll—”
“Then you better get those lips on my cock right now.”
At Dex’s sweltering command, I slapped my palms against his ass, urging him up over me. He straddled my chest—his face more angular, blue eyes like ignited moonstones.
His weight was heavy and perfect just like the massive cock he slid all over my face. I panted like a bitch in heat, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for the feast to come.
In that moment Dex dominated me completely.
Dragging the huge solid length across my cheek and over my jaw, he grunted a curse. The head swelled, its color deepening, the slit widening. And he levered his cock into my mouth.
I’d barely taken my first lick, hands clasped against his ass, urging him deeper, when he punched forward, shouting.
Half buried between my lips, Dex thickened. I held him at the root, feeling each vital pump. Pushed him back just enough each jettison of cum blasted across my tongue.
My stomach muscles tensed every time he sprayed my mouth. His warm salt-sweet seed coated my mouth, and he kept pouring more into me.
Chest heaving, Dex looked down. He tucked a finger beside my lips, rubbing them, running the tip around my mouth distended by his furiously throbbing girth.
The moment was so deliciously crazy hot I nearly came hands-free.
When at last Dex finished, he withdrew the great length of his cock from my mouth, not at all soft, and bent to thrust his tongue inside the cavern that’d just been coated in all his cum.
I buried my hands in his hair, twisting the blond lengths, twisting up and into him. He tasted himself within me, greedily washing the inside of my mouth with his tongue. His fangs dragged out across my bottom lip, drawing a speckle of blood he lapped up.
Then he moved down my body.
I glanced at Laurel.
She watched.
I smelled her heat. The little raven-haired nymph touched herself deeper inside her lush pink slit.
And Dex roved lower.
Twin lusts rode roughshod over me. But Dex overtook every other thought when he lapped the entire length of my cock with the fiery flat of his tongue.
“You don’t have to suck me.” I gave him one last out.
“Shut up.” He slammed me back and prowled between my spread thighs. “I need your cum.”
Oh. Fuck.
The hottest sight, the hottest sensation of my life. Dex, licking my cock he held in his fist like the handle of his ax. Amply wetting the wide shaft with his exploring tongue. Closing his eyes and humming deep from within his throat.
His breath ghosting over me.
His lips coasting over me.
His complete immersion in giving me head.
With a quick flick of my trembling fingers, I unbound his hair from the heavy plait. I used the lengths to drag him down onto my cock. He didn’t fight me, didn’t gag on me, just kept swallowing me until my balls met his raspy chin.
“FUCK.”
My hips striking up. His lips swallowing down. He had me on the very dagger’s edge then he drew back.
Two forceful hands held me down to the bedding.
“You need to come?” His gritty voice washed over me.
I twisted, brought close to begging. “Yes.”
“Two things I need from you first.” His large fist curled around my throbbing cock in a loose hold.
“Anything.”
“Don’t make me blush again.” Leaning low, Dex flicked out his tongue, gathering the welling precum from the tip of my cock.
A feral smile crossed my lips. “Can’t promise that.”
He growled, the sound punching right to my engorged dick.
“What’s the second thing?”
“Ah, fuck it.” Dex drove down, taking me within his throat.
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I cried out, a lusty yell I couldn’t contain.
Dex sucked softly back up my shaft.
He peered at me, blue eyes glowing. “Give me your cum, Jedrek.”
Then he pursed his firm slick lips around the head of my cock, clamping the tip in wet heat, tongue swirling over and over. His fist wrapped tight around the root, and he jacked me, slurped on me, moaned all around me.
“Ah, Gods, Dex!” One broken groan later and everything froze but my balls convulsing, my cock bucking.
Streams of cum rocketed into Dex’s sucking mouth.
My back arched, hands buried in his hair. A roar rushed from my throat, so loud the entire palace could probably hear.
When my cock finally stopped spewing, I fell back, boneless. Chuckling breathlessly, I dragged Dex up my body. He licked a nipple, my throat, my chin. Then his lips landed on mine, sweet and salty and savory.
I’d barely reopened my eyes when he crawled over me.
Lifting a hand, I stroked the brawny musculature of his flank.
“Where are you going?” I asked, satiated but not yet finished with him.
He notched his head toward Laurel.
Laurel. At the end I’d completely forgotten about her. Forgotten about everything but my pleasure in Dex’s willing mouth.
Laurel’s purplish eyes widened when she saw us both peering at her.
The beautiful female turned still as a statue, one slim hand resting on her bare belly beside the swell of her hip, and her tousled black hair curtained around her high breasts.
“She can’t get herself off on her own.” Dex’s brow lifted, and his slow grin was entirely dirty.
He walked toward Laurel on the other bed, and the taut crescents of his ass captivated me.
“She’s sitting right here. And I totally can.” Spreading her thighs, Laurel slid the tip of one finger through the fine line of dark hair and into a juicy-looking pink cunt.
She gasped.
I groaned.
Dex glanced back at me with a smirk. He was already rock hard again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dex
THE BED DIPPED beneath my weight. Laurel sucked in a breath and clambered backward, but I wrapped a hand around her ankle and held her in place.
