It didn’t feel fucked up. It felt so, so right.
I flicked the light off and rolled over, pulling the blankets up around my chin. No one was coming for me. And it was just as well. Maeve Crawford doesn’t wait for no man – if I wanted to, I could visit with them.
It occurred to me as I drifted over into the realm of dreams, that I still hadn’t called Kelly back.
It’s far too late now. I’ll do it tomorrow.
My eyes flickered open, and I immediately recognized that I was in a dream. I lay across the sofa in the Great Hall, only the walls were covered with bright bold fabrics – prancing lions and fleur-de-lys outlined in gold thread.
A body lay behind me, arms wrapped around my torso, thick fingers scraping over my skin.
“Hey, beautiful.”
It was Arthur. His hands snaked over my body, wrapping me in sizzling warmth.
“I didn’t think you wanted this,” I said, my words purring as his fingers coaxed pleasure from my shimmering skin.
“I don’t.” His beard tickled my neck. “And yet I’m here. And I’m not leaving.”
A second hand joined Arthur’s on my naked stomach, tracing patterns over my skin. Corbin planted a soft kiss on my forehead. Gone was the darkness that had marred his eyes when he spoke of his dead brother, of his parents abandoning Briarwood and their magic. Now, his eyelashes tangled together, his gaze heavy-lidded with lust.
“She needs time with each of us,” Arthur said. “She has to choose.”
“I thought so, too,” Corbin replied. “Maybe there are more choices than we thought.”
Shadows moved across the room, but I was only dimly aware of them. Corbin’s lips touched mine, teasing out my tongue. Arthur’s hands trailed across my stomach, stroking my breasts, circling my nipples until they hardened into pebbles.
More hands joined Arthur’s, touching me, probing me, pushing my legs open, trailing rivers of fire along my thighs, dancing around the spot that tugged at me, riving the ache inside me to its peak.
Corbin’s lips fell away, and something soft pressed against the corner of my mouth. I tipped my head back, meeting Blake’s dancing eyes. He was naked, his cock waggling in front of my face. I wrapped my tongue around the head, tasting the warmth of him.
“That’s it, Princess,” Blake purred, pushing his cock in deeper, so the tip scraped the back of my throat. “Take it all in. All the glorious choices.”
I lengthened my throat, curling my lips around my teeth so I could take as much of Blake as possible. He tasted hot and salty, like a corn dog at the county fair. I wanted to fill myself with every glorious inch of him.
Fingers opened my hands and placed thick cocks against my palms. I closed my fingers around them, revelling in the insanity of what I was doing.
I couldn’t see in the darkness, but I could feel the slight curve of the shaft in my left hand, and the bulging thickness of the right. Rowan and Corbin. But where were…
Hands gripped my thighs, dragging my hips back. Blake’s cock slipped from my mouth, but with a hand on my chin, he guided it back in. “That’s it,” he stroked my hair, his breath hissing through his teeth. “Keep those beautiful eyes open. I want to see the pleasure swimming in them when you take in both of them.”
Both of…what?
With a single thrust, a thick shaft slammed into me. I arced my back as a wave of pleasure drove through me, tightening my grip on the cocks in my hands.
One…two…three…four…
The cock inside me thrust deeper. I was so turned on, so hungry for more, more, more of them.
Something rubbed against my ass, darting just inside my entrance, spreading some warm liquid around and inside.
And then something larger pressed against that hole, thrusting in as the other cock pulled out, working its way a little deeper each time. I sucked in my breath, petrified with pleasure.
The two guys inside me – Arthur and Flynn, although I didn’t know who was who – moved in unison, their steady rhythm rendering me breathless. They rubbed against each other inside me, sending my body to the heights of pleasure.
I don’t know how…it doesn’t make sense…this position is physically impossible…
But the fullness, the gloriousness of being suspended between them all, my body worshipped by their cocks, as I worshipped their bodies in turn, rendered me formless, floating like an amoeba.
