“That’s one,” Silas manages, voice strained before he loses himself, too. He jerks and swears in fae as he comes inside our keeper.
I wanted inside Maven’s gorgeous pussy, but now I can’t take my eyes off of the way her tits look as she tries to catch her breath. Her dress has shifted so they’re both out in the open now, cradling the sides of our emblems and her scar—all on display and teasing me to insanity just like when we were out in that fucking party.
Gods, I love my keeper’s tits so much. Deciding I want to come all over those, I walk around the altar and gently brush her hair away from her face, marveling at how fucking gorgeous she is.
Maven smirks at me and accepts me into her mouth. I groan when her tongue flicks under the head of my cock, teasing and exploring at once. She’s so greedy for it, taking more each time I thrust.
Pleasure is gripping my balls like a godsdamned vice as she moans and sucks me—and when she swallows around me, I barely hold back my shout. Pulling myself quickly out of the slick perfection of her mouth, I stroke myself until my release paints her beautiful chest over and over.
When I’m done, I still can’t take my eyes off of how beautiful she is when we’ve made such a mess of her.
“Gods above, you’re so radiant, love,” Crypt breathes, as enchanted by our sexy, divine keeper as I am.
But Baelfire hasn’t had his turn. He’s already stepping up, blue flames flickering under his skin as a sign of how worked up he is. The normally jovial shifter flips Maven over on the altar with gentle ease, kissing one of her ass cheeks and spreading her until he can push into her soaking pussy from behind.
When he shoves all the way in, the sound she makes goes straight to my balls. Baelfire is so lost to the feeling of being in her that he begins fucking her hard and fast, until the sound of slapping skin fills the temple along with their moans and gasps.
“Fuck me,” Maven pleads, clutching the sides of the altar so he doesn’t knock her off with the force of how hard he’s slamming into her. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me?—”
She’s so close to her next release that she’s completely undone, sweat-drenched and gasping as the dragon shifter grips her hips tightly, swearing as he gives her what she needs.
When Maven finally buries her face in one of her arms, trying to muffle her cry of euphoric release, I groan right alongside Baelfire. His head drops back on his shoulders and he falls off that cliff with her, pumping slowly and swearing until finally, the temple stops echoing with the sex sounds that make me so damn horny.
“That’s two,” I mutter, voice thick as I watch Baelfire pull out.
Silas and Crypt both swear as cum drips from between Maven’s reddened thighs. She adjusts to sit upright on the altarand notices where we’re looking. My heart stutters and my cock throbs with arousal when my devious keeper reaches down, swipes up some of the release dripping between her legs, and brings it to her lips for a taste.
Oh my gods.
“Have some fucking mercy on us,” Crypt half-laughs, half-groans. “We’re only mortals, love.”
“I won’t hold it against you,” Maven teases, licking her lips.
Silas looks as near-feral as I’m starting to feel as he adjusts himself, eyes pinned on her. “Another round,ima sangfluir?”
Maven’s lips curl up, but she pauses, considering. “Not here. One of those cultists could just walk in any moment and get an eyeful.” Then she glances at me, smirking. “Not all of us would enjoy that as much as others.”
I fight a smile. She’s right. I don’t mind an audience.
However, the idea of someone seeingherlooking so fucking incredible makes me want to freeze someone’s innards.
“Let’s say goodbye to the party and move this to our apartment,” I suggest.
We’re all in agreement. As the rest of us get redressed, Crypt gingerly helps Maven off the altar. He cups her face to kiss our keeper slowly while his markings light up. Once he releases her, my gorgeous keeper straightens her dress, uses my discarded jacket I offer her to clean up our cum, and starts detangling her curled hair.
Gods, I love the way she looks when she’s flushed and freshly fucked.
I’m ready to keep this up for the next few hours—or if our keeper needs a break, I’ll massage her tired muscles and shampoo her hair for her and anything else she wants. So much has been going on, I’ve barely had time to pamper my snowdrop the way she deserves.
We’re all taking our time, lingering in a haze of post-sex bliss until Maven tenses.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
“Boo?” Baelfire frowns, his attention moving to her chest. “I hear your heart pounding again. What’s going on?”
She whirls to face the entrance of the temple, her throat constricting as a sign of fear.
“Wraiths.”
