If she bit his biceps, he’d let her go. Oh, the temptation. Especially considering the hunger-ache in her belly. “You know he made me sign a contract before he’d fuck me?” Cyn ran a fingernail over his forearm.
“I was being sure. Be still, female. Tell me, god-monster…” He rocked her a little, squeezed.
“Hmmm?” Rutger’s horns dripped with ever more blueness, a potent rain of small dots, and his eyes were on them both. Had the prospect of sex with her done this? Did it stir his nanites?
She put her head to Vargr’s chest to feel the rumble of his voice.
“What the hell do you Worshippers do that entails actual god worship?”
“Nothing.” He grinned. “We named ourselves this because of all the temples and churches in our quarter. We have a doctrine of logical gods written down, but mostly we’re waiting to see who or what will be the new gods.”
That had sounded tongue-in-cheek, which made her wonder how that tongue would feel on her. She peeked out from under Vargr’s arm for he’d shifted to half-wrap her head too.
“Find us that room.” Then he kissed her unexpectedly, turning her and holding her face, a kiss while he embraced her as if he’d never let her go…
There were many sighs exchanged much brushing of lips to lips, the parting of them and the slip of his tongue into her mouth, before Rutger cleared his throat to remind them of their purpose.
He led the way with the two of them following hand in hand, or with Vargr’s hand on her butt. “There.”
With a thud of his shoulder, he opened a door that must’ve been locked, for the door gave a great crack.
Inside would’ve been dark if not for their night-friendly eyes.
Rutger followed her and Vargr in, and her heart picked up the pace. This was leading somewhere fast, and she wasn’t sure anyone was aiming to let her put on the brake.
Did she even want to say no?
They explored past a bathroom, where towels hung but were long dry, to drop their packs and belted and holstered weapons to the floor. Those packs were full of small necessary supplies and extra weapons. Beyond a wall hung with artworks, they found a bedroom with a bed,surprise, and sofas, a square coffee table, and an entire wall of screen that she imagined being filled with a fake window view.
“Here. This is where you go, my sexy ornament.” Vargr picked her up and sat her on a cabinet that ran the length of the wall opposite the king-size bed… Make that emperor-size.
Everything was set up, waiting for that next patron who’d been coming to stay five years ago. Perfect and neat, until Vargr swept the TV screen on the cabinet to the floor. It shattered and spilled electronic guts.
“Better, he murmured, and he kissed her breast through the cloth, the heat from his words making her nipple ache and spike.
She pushed herself into his caressing hand, squeaking as he kissed and bit her again. Clutching at him then releasing, she ran her fingers over the back of his hand, his arm, and over his angular hair, unable to stop the pitiful moans he coaxed from her.
Would he bed her, fuck her, in front of Rutger?
Maybe that was all he intended.
She shuddered, felt her clit rising. She’d fantasized about two men and even about being shown off to another, being fucked and displayed while someone watched, but she’d not make it easy for them.
“When is this coming off?” She plucked at the collar on her neck.
“Never. I like it there. It makes you mine.”
He pressed her harder to the vacated wall and kissed her, leaving her hot and squirming. Her boots were removed. Then he tugged down her leggings without a single,may I? The tentacle leggings were sent flying, and she was left naked and exposed with her legs spread because Vargr stood between them and held them open.
“Heyyy,” she protested, squirming to see how serious he was about keeping her there.
He unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it off her, then removed her bra and dropped it aside.
“Stay.” Casually pinning her in place with a hand on her stomach, he turned to Rutger. Not that she was moving. The room steamed with carnal anticipation.
He was planning sex. But who with? Both at once? This was a present she wasn’t sure she wanted to unwrap.
Did… didn’t. It was fucking with her mind… her very assertive mind.
