“With pleasure, my love,” he adds, nibbling my ear. My empty stomach flutters wildly, making me nauseous.
“Let’s feed you first.” There’s something handy about having a partner who can understand your every need before you even have to verbalise it. There have been so many times I believed I wasn’t worthy of this bond, of Rivern.
Right now, he’s all I want.
He holds an orange, slimy ball in his fingers, small enough to pop into my mouth. “I know it looks strange, but I promise you’ll love it.”
I trust him—beyond anyone, I trust him, so I inhale the slimy sphere. The slime is sweet and tart, and as I chew, a sudden pop of lush nectar coats my tongue, my taste buds alight with this delicious new flavour.
I could eat a whole bowl of this delectable food.
“You like that, love?” he asks behind me, knowing full well my body is buzzing after that one mere morsel. “You want more?” I nod, squirming around in his hold, desperate for another bite. I don’t even need water, that chewy, liquidy candy filling my need for hydration and hunger.
After another one of the orange balls pops in my mouth, I sigh loudly. A hardness presses into my back, making my thighs quiver in my straddled position on either side of Rivern’s legs.
I’ve seen my fae prince without clothes more than I have seen him with them, and I’m dying to have round two of the Silver Sands. Wiggling back into him, I know he feels the same way.
“Love, stop that. I need to feed you.” He grips my thighs firmly, pushing them down on his, his cock slipping up my back when he adjusts himself. We moan in unison. It is at that moment that I feel the shift in both of us.
“Do it,”I whisper down the bond.
“We aren’t alone,”he answers.
Shit.
I almost think better of it. Tell him to stop. Looking around, I see only—Gideon.
Merciful Gods.
His amber gaze is firmly placed on me from the other side of the room, heating my core from within. He’s trying to give us space, trying to be respectful of my needs. His eyes, those amber orbs of lust, tell me everything he wants.
And I want it, too.
I catch no sight of Moyrie, so I say loud enough for both males to hear, “I want your cock, my love.”
An unrestrained rumble comes from behind me.
“Thank fuck for that, because I’m dying.” I can’t help but grin wildly because it’s exactly how I feel.
Hastily, Rivern lifts me effortlessly with his broad hands, lining me up with the tip of his length. Lucky for us, I have nothing underneath the scrap of material I’m calling a skirt that is covering the lower part of my body from everyone.
Rivern’s face leans into my neck, licking a line up the back of my throat. “Goddess, I love the way you taste.”
I shiver at the contact, my pussy dripping wet for him, his earlier feeding a heady aphrodisiac to my senses.
Staring deep into hard, amber eyes, I expect my fae prince to slam into me, except he teases. Rivern rubs his cock head from my clit to my arse, spreading our juices all over each other. I want to scream at him to fill me, my core clenching at nothing and only wanting him to fill me.
“Gods, please, my love,” I groan for Rivern to do it.Just take me already.My head shakes from side to side as he places the tip in, his hands controlling my lower half so I don’t sink down on him before he is ready.
“You want this cock, love? You want all of me?”
“Yes. Oh, Gods, that’s all I want,” I let out a throaty groan, hoping that’s enough to appease the male thrusting ever so slowly up and down, his fingers having moved to my clit to rub it in delicious, pressurised circles.
Gazing at the dyre wolf shifter in front of me, his clenched fists and firm-set mouth are a dead giveaway for his desperation. If Rivern’s not going to impale me, Gideon will come over here and do it himself.
A giddy jolt of anticipation shoots through to my core.
Trailing my eyes down his defined abs, past the V of his lower body, a trail of hair leads me to one bulging knot and engorged length.Oh, Gods, I almost had that in my mouth only a few turns ago.My pussy clenches on the tip of the cock inside me.
