ChapterTwenty-Four
My womb clenches with expectation at the bite of Wren’s fingers into the flesh of my thighs. I suck hard on Dax’s cock, humming out a moan around his shaft when Wren slowly, gently pushes his way inside me. Stretching me. Filling me. A homecoming after too long without my men. His groan whispers behind me when he sinks in fully. Dax’s hiss from the vibration of pleasure that creeps up my throat adds to the soft resonance throughout the room.
I expect to feel the brutal force of Wren’s thrust. Instead, he trails his fingers down my spine to rest one hand on the small of my back. With his other, he grips my hip. Each thrust measured and deep as I bob on Dax’s cock, matching Wren’s steady tempo.
Wren glides his hands around from my back to my ribs. He cups my breasts. Hardens my nipples with a rough squeeze that pulls throaty moans from me. Dax’s grip on my hair tightens, and he lifts his hips to thrust into my mouth, pushing himself so deep tears wet my eyes.
Wren keeps up a languid pace, loving me. Whispering sweet words. Making promises to me that tonight is only the beginning of a lifetime in his arms.Theirarms. But with each powerful push of his hips, the friction builds. His strokes quicken. Until we burn from the pleasure raging between us.
He pulls out of me and rasps, “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
I slide my mouth off of Dax, relishing the flush on his face and the way he’s watching me as I climb onto the mattress. Three sets of eyes track me as I crawl to the head of the bed. Once there, I flip onto my back and rest my weight on my elbows. To tease them, I drag my legs slowly open to draw this out.
Veryslowly.
I’m not in a rush tonight.
“I can smell her desire from here,” Quinn growls. “Fuck, it’s so goddamn good.”
“Then come closer and taste what you do to me.”
Quinn’s dark grin works its way right to my center, soaking me with a fresh wave of desire. “Wren needs to finish what he started.” He grabs his cock and squeezes hard enough to make himself wince and groan. “You and I… I have plans for us.”
Oh, God.
His raw passion speaks of all the depraved promises my body carves.
Wren crawls up the mattress and grabs my ankles. He forces my legs open wider. As wide as they can comfortably go. Wide enough to fit his broad shoulders in the space he created. Wide enough for Quinn to see him lower his head to my cunt and fuck me with his tongue. Watch as he licks me until I’m writhing against the mattress, one hand fisted in the blanket and the other in his hair. As I gasp out Wren’s name, Dax traces his thumb along my lower lip. He kisses me, swallowing my next cry when Wren sucks my clit.
With Wren working my cunt, Dax pinches and pulls, then soothes my nipples. Their collective touch creates a storm of crimson energy that swirls around me. A frenzy builds with each lash of Wren’s tongue and rub of Dax’s hands. Bringing me higher, and when I look at Quinn and see him watching, a wicked grin curling his beautiful mouth, a delicious tension tightens in my belly. Stretching. Contracting. Moving down my trembling legs as I squeeze Wren’s head and arch my back, seeking more.
More of his tongue.
More of Dax’s fingers.
I dig my heels into the mattress and press down, pushing my cunt against Wren’s lips. I feel him smile against my center, and with one more wide lick from my ass to clit, Wren calls the tide to take me. I ride my climax to the end, and only once the last shudder leaves me, Dax pulls away so Wren can climb up my body.
Wren presses his fists into the mattress on both sides of my head to brace his weight. “Rapunzel,” he rasps against my lips. “I’m so sorry.”
“Whatever for?”
His expression pained, Wren shakes his head slowly. His eyes never leave mine. “Everything,” he breathes. “You are my heart. The moment I saw you in the tower, all I am became yours.”
“Oh, God, Wren, I’ve loved you since I was twelve, and each day since I’ve loved you more.”
His face softens, reminding me of the boy he was when he found me in Blythe all those years ago. Finally, though, his once-angry eyes are free of the rage and grief that tainted them. They’re softer. Kinder. Warm. There’s…contentment…in them now.
Wren will always be my beautiful boy.
His erection, long and thick between his legs, is hot at the juncture of my thighs. He shifts his weight. Reaches between us to grip himself and, with one gentle push, enters me. My gasp fills the quiet room as my body stretches around him. He watches me as he rocks into me. Each powerful back-curling pump of his hips brings back that tension in my belly, like a ribbon coiling in my womb.
A hand smoothing the curls from my face has Wren glancing to the right. He nods at Dax, and that ribbon in my belly…? It coils tighter, and I even get lightheaded.
“Look at me, Little Captive.” Giddy with the thrill of desire, I turn my head. I reach out my arm to grab for Dax. He digs one knee into the mattress and grips the headboard. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”
Gladly.
I part my lips and savor the weight of his heavy cock against my tongue. He glides down to the base of his shaft, nearly choking me before pulling back out, allowing me to drag in a breath. I wrap my arm around him as he pumps his hips, driving his fat cock back down my throat again and again as Wren rocks into my cunt. Across the room, watching us, Quinn growls, and the rumble inches me closer to another tidal wave.
