The whole world was fucked.
I’d waited too long, suffered far too much at Gravelock’s hands for my freedom to slip away at the last minute because of some ill-advised rescue mission.
Though right now, said rescue mission was the furthest thing from my mind.
Royalty flowed in my veins, I actuallywasa prince, if only in name, and my vaunted bloodline stretched back to the very first Fae that ever existed, but right now, I was nothing but a voyeur in my own home, watching…well, the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.
Lyrae, pinned between Ryland and Varian.
Moaning out a string ofmore, more, more, completely lost in her own pleasure, as they worshipped her like a godsdamned queen.
This.I wanted this.
This friendship to love to…wild, insatiable, soul-wrenching sex.
I wanted to be held and kissed and touched, to feel the press of teeth and lips and tongues on my skin. To experience this kind of ecstasy, with a hint of cruelty—love, gilded with sin.
To truly feel something again, other than this creeping, inevitable doom that stained my bones black.
Survival was a dirty business and a lifetime of enduring Gravelock’s petty tortures had left me…hollow. Ravenous, maybe, for what was right in front of me, a gluttonous buffet laid out for a starving male.
I owned Frostveil Castle, this whole godsdamned island. By rights, I ruled this entire realm, yet here I was, hiding like a thief in the dark, stroking my own cock through my trousers as Varian dropped to his knees before Lyrae, Ryland murmuring encouragement, trapping her between them like she was their own personal possession.
All I wanted right now was to be in that room.
On my knees.
My tongue in her pussy, my fingers denting her soft, pale skin as she rode my face like her life depended on it. I wanted to taste her sweetness—the citrusy-sweet scent that wound around me like a drug—to tease those breathy little moans from her mouth, to make her writhe.
I didn’t know why I craved this so badly.
Maybe I’d been isolated for too long, or maybe…maybe it was them, the only two friends I had in the world and the female I couldn’t stop thinking about. Couldn’t stopdreamingabout.
But they had each other.
There was no room in there for me.
So I remained hidden, right where I was, drawing one gut-wrenching breath after another, committing everygleaming curve of Lyrae’s beautiful body to memory, until I couldn’t take the strain anymore.
Feeling beyond pathetic, I unbuttoned my trousers, took out my cock, ruddy and so hard the skin shone. My first stroke had a pearly white bead forming at the tip, and I rubbed that slick up and down my shaft in time with Lyrae’s panting moans, her curses, her soft begging for more, more, more.
A flush burned beneath my skin, hot and bright, the kind of cleansing heat I hadn’t experienced in forever, and I closed my eyes, lost myself to Lyrae’s breathy sighs, to her scent saturating the air, the utter abandon happening in the room just a few feet away, while I hid in the dark.
I worked myself faster, and with every hard, demanding stroke, I imagined myself inside her hot, wet pussy, how good she’d feel beneath me as I thrust into her cunt, instead of using my own fucking hand.
She’d be soft, tight, swallowing me up like a fucking glove, and I’d make every thrust deep and hard, making her moan in pleasure, feeling her stretch around me, coating myself in her essence before I filled her up with mine.
Every thought was depraved and hungry and consuming in ways I didn’t want to examine too closely right now, sweat trickling down my flexing stomach, my entire body surging in time with every brutal stroke.
The small crack in the wall didn’t allow me to see everything, but I saw enough, working myself faster, harder, brutal almost, my release gathering like a storm in my balls, then the inevitable explosion, hot and aching as I painted my stomach, my hand, my thighs with stripes of white.
My head hollowed out, blood roared in my ears, all the loneliness of these past decades sweeping back in, my eyesburning from the force of how badly I wanted to be in that room, with them.
For too long, I lay prone in the chair, listening to the three of them move together…the wet, erotic smack of skin against skin as Ryland fucked her, Lyrae’s frantic begging pleas for more. Varian’s guttural groans as he stroked her body, fingers and lips worshiping every inch of her. How the two of them worked together to bring her to another screaming orgasm.
Then another.
And another, until the three of them lay tangled together in the bed and I was a wrung-out mess, covered in layers of sweat and my own spend.
