Then, finally, I take him into my mouth, sucking him and moaning.
“St-st-stars,” he mutters, his hips lifting a second time as if he wants to stuff his cock as far down my throat as he can. I grip his thighs for balance and then I’m bobbing my mouth up and downhis cock, taking him in and out, sucking and slurping at him as I do. In this position, I can control exactly how far I take him into my mouth, how much I give him, and so I take him right to the back of my throat, concentrating on breathing and suppressing my gag reflex. Tears roll down my cheeks and drip onto his belly and he grunts and groans and moans like he’s in agony.
“Fuck, that feels so good. Kitten, you’re so good.”
His cock begins to twitch against my tongue and I suck him extra hard. He grunts and then he comes, hot liquid spilling into my mouth. I swallow it all down, then lick at his cock for all the remaining drops as he watches me in awe.
“You sated now, Little Kitten?”
“Uh huh,” I say, licking my lips.
“Fuck, killing people really makes you horny.” I scowl at him and pinch his thigh really hard. “Oi,” he says rubbing it, “it was a joke!”
“I didn’t like it,” I say.
“Oh yeah, well maybe you’ll like this!” he says with a wink and then he’s scooting down my body.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Thorne
We search the other rooms in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. We find nothing of interest or of help though, and soon we’re traipsing back down to the main hallway. What we find there is a sleeping dragon and our mate kneeling over our bond brother’s face, his hands gripping her ass as he goes to work on her pussy.
I halt dead in my tracks.
Nini’s hands are buried in her hair, her spine is arched, her eyes closed and she’s ground herself against his mouth, moaning and mewling as she does. Her cheeks are rosy and she’s naked, her full tits swaying as she moves.
I’ve never seen anything this erotic in my life and I’m forced to grip the doorway to stop myself from rushing in there and joining them.
My shadows roar inside me, straining to break free. They’re just as keen as I am to lift her off his face and onto my cock. They want to touch her and caress her, they want to own her.
The ancient wood in the doorway splinters under my grip but Beaufort doesn’t notice, he’s too engrossed in watching our thrall too.
“Fuck, Briony,” he says, his voice deep and guttural. “You look incredible.”
Her eyelids flutter open and then she’s looking, not at him, but me. Directly at me, her emerald eyes shining with desire. And I lose my grip. I lose my control.
My shadows shoot out of my hands and race towards her. She spots them but she doesn’t shy away, doesn’t scamper away from them in fear. She remains where she is, positioned over Dray’s busy mouth, grinding into his face.
Her gaze doesn’t stray from mine as she slides one hand down from her hair, stroking her neck and her chest and then taking her tit in her grip, massaging and squeezing it.
I bite down hard on my lip, so hard I must draw blood.
I should be fighting to call my shadows back to me, but to my surprise, they do not race forward, consuming her. They circle her instead, as if they’re watching too.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Beaufort growls, “be a good girl and come for us.”
Her body judders and then she jolts, her body folding in on itself. Her jaw slackens.
We’ve watched each other enough times now, I know when she’s close. Any moment now, her orgasm is going to sweep her away.
My shadows creep closer, so close, I can feel the warmth of her skin through them, and then … then they’re brushing against her skin. Soft, supple, smooth. And perfect, so perfect.
My shadows don’t burn her, they don’t sting or scar or scrape. They’re gentle, far more gentle than I ever believed they could be.
They stroke. They caress. They brush.
She lets out a sigh of pleasure and then she comes, comes with all three of us watching.
