A yawning need clenches me, and suddenly, my mouth is all over his neck. I break the skin, letting his warm blood flood my mouth. Spicy, metallic, a trace of alcohol that goes straight to my head.
A shiver of pleasure thrums through me as I lap at his blood.
“That’s it,” Basten says, as he slowly winds my hair into a rope, then wraps it around his fist. He stands behind me, bunching my skirt up around my hips. “Take what you need.”
Almost immediately, I’m drunk and dazed. From the alcohol in Rian’s blood. From the prayers he whispered against my skin. From the pleasure aching down to my bones.
“I want you, Basten,” I moan, barely knowing which way is up.
“As my goddess wishes.” He pushes my skirt over my bare ass, grabbing a handful of flesh and kneading it as he frees his massive cock.
I feel him line himself up with my entrance. He rubs the tip of his cock over my slick center, teasing me. Throbbing and tingling sensations ripple up and down my core until I’m pushing back, demanding him.
“That’s a good goddess.”
He slides into me slowly, torturously. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Filling me inch by delicious inch.
A moan tears out of me as I tip my head back, arching my spine. I roll my chest against Rian, bare breasts rubbing against his silk shirt.
Rian takes one breast in his hand, stroking and squeezing until I’m sure I’ll break.
Basten grabs my hips to hold me in place, sinking fully into me. I gasp from the fullness, barely able to catch my breath. He reaches around and strokes my clit with his thumb, flicking lazy circles that have me grinding my hips back against him.
“Right there,” I cry. “Right there—that’s what I need!”
Rian shudders at the sound, forehead pressed to my shoulder. Basten’s grip tightens. The three of us move in the same frantic pull—want, power, submission all tangled together.
The pressure crests.
Basten speeds up, working my clit in time to his thrusts, and I feel energy build until it’s impossible to build any more. His cock throbs inside me, so close to exploding. He thrusts once more, hitting me achingly deep, and I come undone.
Silver stars burst across my vision. I shudder, muscles twitching uncontrollably. All thoughts vanish. I quiver, I spiral, I burst.
The room explodes in light, and it’s only dimly that I realize the light is coming fromme.
I’m glowing bright as the moon. Lighting up every shadowed corner.
Basten’s cock throbs a final time, shooting hot cum inside me. An exhale rips out of me as I collapse against Rian’s chest, burying my face in his shoulder, hands twisted tight enough in his shirt that my fingernails shred the fabric.
Together—
The three of us break.
I’m shaking. Spent, and yet somehow full.
With a groan, Basten pulls out of me. I slide off Rian’s lap and sink backward onto the floor, needing the steadying feeling of stone beneath me. I lay flat, gazing up at the ceiling. My muscles are jelly. My thoughts…poof. Gone.
Rian, looking dazed, crawls onto the floor beside me, laying back to stretch himself out on the floor.
Basten sinks to his knees, too, bracing himself before leaning over and burying his face in the crook of my neck.
For a silver-tinged moment, the three of us simplyare.
“By Popelin’s last fucking coin,” Rian mutters, wiping a hand down his sweat-soaked face. “When I escaped, freed a prisoner, and turned around to murder him this morning, I can safely assure you, I had no idea what the outcome would be. Butthiswas not it.”
He draws a thin metal flask from his pocket, unscrews it, then tips it back.
Basten huffs a laugh, exasperated, but there’s no real malice behind it.
