The king shifts his fingers, stroking just a bit deeper. I’m so warm between them. A pressure is building in my lower abdomen, and I sink harder against his hand.
“Never?” he says, and I think he’s talking to me, so my eyes flick open. But his eyes are looking past me.
“Never,” says Asher.
Ky’s hand slows, just a little, and then he withdraws to look at me. I feel open, exposed. My body wants him back.
“Your first time doesn’t need to betonight,” he says.
“Please,” I whimper.
At my back, Asher laughs under his breath. “Don’t worry, lovely. We won’t leave you likethis.” He lifts me a little, his knees kicking mine wider. Then he hitches my skirts, until I feel the swirl of the night air again, and Ky’s hand slides against me. I’m slick and ready, and his fingers slide right in.
He grabs my knee and lifts it, giving him more access, and suddenly his hand is deeper. Suddenly Asher is pushing at my back entrance just a little more firmly.
Ky makes that primal sound again, and I look down to realize Asher has taken hold of his cock, and he’s stroking it right against my hip, right beside Ky’s own hand going in and out of me. He’s not just stroking it, Ky’s thrusting into it. The sight triggers something inside me, because I buck against his hand, seeking the friction, imagining his cock instead. The whole time, Asher keeps stroking my tight little hole with his free hand, every brush of his finger driving me wild. Everything inside me clenches tight, heat building everywhere. Ky grunts, his own momentum building, and begins to thrust harder, both with his hand and his cock. I feel each penetration deeply, and I begin to cry out, because the pressure is intense, bordering on painful. But then he cries out and thrusts against me so hard that it drives me back onto Asher, and his finger slips right inside my ass.
That pulls the guttural sound right from my throat. A cool firewashes through my abdomen, my insides pulsing so hard that I cry out again. I keep grinding against their hands, seeking more, and I feel like a wild animal, shameless and wanting to mate.
But my quivering eventually slows, and their hands withdraw from my body. I’m trembling, sweaty, exhausted, exhilarated. They’re holding me so tenderly, and now it’smyhead that falls against Ky’s shoulder.
And then, suddenly, I begin to cry.
The king gathers me in his arms, and Asher presses up against my back again, holding on to me. He kisses my shoulder. “Hush, lovely,” he says gently. “Hush.”
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I say, weeping.
“You’re just a cryer.”
“Is this going to happenevery time?”
“Maybe?” he says, and that doesn’t help stop the tears.
“Enough of that,” says the king, and there’s a slightly amused note to his voice. “Your tears are an honor. Because you, Princess, are exquisite.”
His arms are so warm, but I shiver and look into his golden-brown eyes. Those words summon more tears. I blink and he goes blurry, but he strokes at my hair until my tears dry. I’m worn out and exhausted, and the night has gone nowhere I thought it would.
Eventually, the king tucks my head under his chin. His voice is low. “Are you well, Princess?”
I nod, drowsy. But then I realize I haven’t heard Asher’s voice, so I turn my head to look to him. “Asher?”
He brushes another kiss on my shoulder. “Still here, Jor.”
There’s a note in his voice that I can’t quite parse out, but he presses his cheek to my shoulder, and my heart settles, content.
After a while, Ky draws back. His hand strokes down my cheek. “Both of you, come with me. Again, I know what you need.”
THE KING TAKESus to his quarters, which are down a different hallway from where he left us earlier. His rooms are large and well-appointed, which isn’t a surprise, along with the same fascinating lines of fire that trace the walls and leads to the hearth. My heart skips a little when Isee the bed, but Ky simply brushes a light kiss against my temple, then glances at Asher.
“Rest,” he says to us. “I have limited guards tonight, so I want to see to their stations before we sleep.”
Then he’s gone, leaving me with Asher.
I glance up at him. His eyes have gone a bit cool, but he’s so beautiful in the flickering shadows. I can’t seem to lookawayfrom him. I’ve wanted him for so long; there’s a part of me that can’t believe we just did...that.
The side of his mouth turns up. “I know that look. Come on.”
Asher tugs me to the bed, tucking me under the lush blankets, then curling himself around me the way he did days ago. Silk sheets and velvet covers are between us, but his breath falls warm and steady against my hair. His arm comes around me, and when I take hold of his hand, he doesn’t pull away at all.
