He strips off his shirt, stops to kiss Rez hello, and then stalks toward me, his tail swishing behind him. He reaches between my legs, trailing his knuckles over the insides of my thighs, and switches the vibrator in my cunt higher. He captures my lips in a lingering, teasing kiss as he slicks his fingers through my soaked pussy, finding my clit and circling it slowly. “Are you going to be a good girl for us tonight?”
Pleasure jolts through me and I whimper. “Y-yes.”
He kisses me again and I can feel his satisfied, devious smile against my lips, right before he drops to his knees. Rez has tied up me so I’m at the perfect height for them to stand and fuck me, or for Yaelyn to kneel before me, grab the globes of my ass and bury his face in my pussy.
I go to grab for his horns, but Rez favors me with a similar stern look as he takes my hands and, one by one, ties them behind me so my breasts are thrust up for his attention.
He traces one clawed finger between my breasts and all the way to my belly button. I shiver as my nipples tighten.
“Perfect, exquisite Spark. You look so beautiful with Yaelyn’s head between your thighs. The way your whole body shakes and your pretty tits quiver.” He ghosts a callused palm over one of my nipples and I keen. “I can’t believe you thought you needed bridal bootcamp…”
Oh, right. I was reading about an arm workout and then Rez replaced my magazine with the old tome and… and just like that, I’m thinking about treasure again.
Priorities, Lucy. My two loves are about to make me orgasm myself stupid—and that’s before they even fuck me—and here I am thinking about shinies.
Yae sits back on his heels. “Lucy,” he warns.
“I’ll be good!” I swear.
And I try to be. I really do. I try to focus on the way Yaelyn’s wicked tongue feels laving over my clit and teasing my opening, on the way my breasts tighten when Rez bows his head and takes a nipple between his lips.
But, instead, my mind keeps slipping to scheming.
Even as I teeter at the edge of another orgasm, I scheme, thinking of ways to get Liora’s lost treasure.
But I don’t crash over the edge. I don’t come when Yaelyn angles the vibrator in my cunt so it hits the spot inside me that makes me scream. I hover at the edge, blinding pleasure building and building…
I whine, thrashing in Rez’s ropes, so close I could scream—and I do scream, a little, as Yaelyn slowly fucks the vibrator into my needy cunt—but his magic holds back my tidal wave of ecstasy.
“You’ll pay attention, Mischief, or I won’t let you come again at all tonight. You know you only get the first one for free,” Yaelyn says, his stern voice making me shiver.
I feel his magic singing through my veins, feel every sensation that much more as it works through my body.
“You said you’d be good, Spark,” Reznik rumbles, and I swear, those gravelly words send a whiplash of lust straight to my core. “Are you going to behave for us?”
I notch my chin up, look him straight in his deep, oil-slick eyes, and I smirk. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Forget what I said about him being ungoadable.
“You’re in for it now, Mischief,” Yaelyn promises.
And I’m here for it. For every single minute of it. For the way the toys are abandoned in favor of their cocks. For the way they move against me, touching and teasing until I’m out of my mind with pleasure, my full attention only on them.
* * *
After Yaelynfinally let me come, it was like the floodgates opened. They subjected me to a barrage of orgasms so intense my toes still haven’t uncurled. But now, after a few hours of sleep snuggled between them, my mind starts to wander again when I slip from bed to use the bathroom.
Liora’s locket is out there for the taking, and I need it, just like I needed the shards. And, I mean, going after the shards turned out pretty damn good for me. I didn’t end up skewered or crushed by booby traps when raiding tombs. I gained a whole new purpose as the Light Bearer and met the loves of my life. The need for the locket… it’s just like how it felt when I first saw the shard in faded ink on old vellum in once-very-scary-but-now-very-vanquished Khadyr Blackmore’s hands.
Just a few minutes of research, I tell myself, as I steal Yaelyn’s silky robe off the back of the Spanking Chair. I’ll just flip through a few old tomes on the fae realm, read a few passages to make myself sleepy again and then head back to bed.
A few books turn into, I don’t know, a zillion? A zillion books open to the little clues and tidbits I’ve uncovered, a dozen pages of notes, and a veritable puzzle of map pieces traced on tracing paper and carefully stuck together with tape.
It takes me half the night and half a dozen calls to averygrumpy Vhalar to translate some old fae words missing from the lexicon in our library, but I find it. Without even a glimmer of doubt, I find where Iradil hid away Liora’s locket.
“Mischief? It’s four o’clock in the morning.”
“I found it,” I murmur.
