“Good girl.” He licks the shell of her ear. His eyes rise to the Wolf as he does. Emrys looks half unhinged, probably the same way Malice does, desire gobbling him up and swallowing him whole.
“You too, Wolf. If it becomes too much, what are you going to say?”
Emrys’s honey brown eyes meet Malice’s. He nods slightly, a show of his submission.
“Red,” Emrys affirms.
“Is it okay with both of you that Reikan is here?” Malice asks, knowing Reikan has already shoved through doors to be front and center in his vision for this. Emrys swallows and Aerin stills. “He has no intention of coming out, only watching.”
[Only watching,]Malice warns the Dragon.
[Yes. Yes. Only watching. Now get on with it, I want to see her.]
“Yes, that’s fine,” Aerin answers. Emrys nods as well. Consent across the board, now they can have their fun.
“Emrys, can you smell what a needy girl we have on our hands?” Malice taunts. Aerin squirms delightfully, reminding Malice that his zipper is still painfully digging into him.
“She smells like she’s soaked already,” Emrys responds, pulling his shirt off over his head.
“Why don’t you check for us, hmm?” Malice hums, adjusting Aerin in his grip. He releases her hair and instead pins both arms behind her back with one hand, slotting his other arm around her middle, pressing her higher into his chest. Emrys’s eyes dance with excitement but there is a second of hesitation in him.
“Gods, yes. Please Emrys, touch me,” Aerin says breathlessly. This seems to be the affirmation the Wolf is looking for. After her plea, Emrys prowls forward. He captures Aerin’s lips in a searing kiss that Malice gets a front row ticket to. His dick jumps against Aerin’s backside as he watches their tongues touch. Aerin moans into the kiss. Malice knows it’s going to take all his composure to keep control of himself. This is for Aerin, not for him. She needs this. Something inside Maliceknows.
Pulling away from her lips Emrys hikes Aerin’s dress up carelessly. His long fingers disappear between her thighs. Malice knows exactly what the Wolf is doing when Aerin lets out the same breathy gasp he remembers from Reikan’s visit with her.
Emrys all but growls in response.
“She’s absolutely drenched,” Emrys gets out.
“Show me,” Malice demands, taking a step away from Emrys, dragging Aerin with him, and forcing Emrys’s hand away from her. Emrys brings his fingers eye-level, and they glisten in the low light.
Mischief sparkles in the Wolf’s eyes when he brings his fingers up to Malice’s mouth.
“Wanna taste?” he teases. Emrys obviously isn’t expecting it when Malice snatches that hand, taking it from teasing totasting. Shock laces Emrys’s face when Malice’s mouth wraps around his fingers.
Aerin is the sweetest thing Malice has ever tasted. She tastes just like she smells, like the spiced teas they only drink in the fall. The scent drives him crazy; the taste is something else entirely. Similar to her blood, it’s euphoric.
Emrys’s pupils blow out wide when Malice meets them, his tongue still lapping at the Wolf’s fingers. Em’s other hand adjusts his cock in his pants and Aerin murmurs, “The two of you really are going to kill me.”
Malice reluctantly drags his mouth off the Wolf’s fingers with a pop and a malicious smile. Aerin takes advantage, kissing her own arousal from Malice’s mouth, like she is chasing the connection between the three of them.
While he normally gets annoyed with his need to breathe in these situations, Malice is thankful for the reprieve. He needs away from her if he is going to keep his deal with himself. When they break their kiss, Malice drops his touch on Aerin and takes a step back.
“Both of you, strip, now,” he orders. Malice moves across the room and grabs a chair from the corner, positioning it near the edge of the bed. By the time he is done the two of them are on the bed kissing again. Aerin is slowly stroking Emrys’s admittedly impressive length.
“Tell us what you want, Princess,” Malice bosses, taking his seat. He is determined to stay right here for the rest of the night.
“I want Emrys to fuck me,” she says breathlessly. She pushes at his shoulder playfully, “like he means it.”
Emrys looks at Malice, who is now fishing his own cock out of his pants, finally. A shudder runs up his spine as he gives himself a stroke. The two of them look at him with such excitement it could have bubbled out of them and filled the room.
“Well?” Malice prompts. They both blink, as if remembering they are on the bed with each other. “You think you can do that, Em? Fuck our girl like you mean it?”
Our girl. Malice likes the sound of that. Reikan hums in agreement.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Emrys says, and as if to prove his point he grabs Aerin’s calf, spreads her beautiful pussy bare to them, and then drives into her.
All three of them moan.
