“Oh, it can be,” Draven purred as he laid me on his velvet swathed bed.
Jaxon closed and bolted the bedroom door behind us.
“The Deck is the name for the married royals of Wonderland,” Jaxon explained. “We were one short before, but now it's full. You will have the four kings to support you.”
“Ah, double meanings.” I smiled. “I like that.”
“You'll like this even better,” Draven vowed as he unbelted the Vorpal.
“Be careful with that,” I warned him.
“I have it,” Jaxon took the sword and placed it on a nearby table. “Relax, Alice.”
Then Jax pulled off his tunic, and I nearly fainted. Jaxon's chest was wide and sculpted perfectly, with a golden tan accentuating his thick muscles. He undid his pants and dropped them without artifice, stepping clear of them as if he stood nude before me every day. I whimpered.
Draven glanced at Jaxon and huffed, “Yes, he's built like a soldier. But I know how to make you feel like a queen.”
Draven had removed my clothing while I was distracted by Jaxon, and he eased me back onto the bed gently. I slid over the luxurious velvet and sighed as I watched Draven remove his clothes in a much slower manner than Jaxon. My breath caught as Draven eased his tunic up over the taut muscles of his stomach, drawing his long fingers over his chest as he pulled the material over his head. Then he untied the drawstring on his pants and slowly, ever so slowly, eased them over his hips. His erect member jumped free and reached for me, its smooth tip flushed and anxious.
Then Draven crawled across the bed and eased between my thighs as Jaxon climbed up beside me. Jaxon slid his arms around me, pulling me in tight against him as he kissed me. Draven spread my legs and began nibbling his way up my thigh, stopping to lick and nuzzle every couple of inches. He massaged my calves and drew his hands up, beneath my knees, then drew my knees up and to the sides. I felt his hot breath on my intimate flesh and then the angle of his jaw rubbing into me.
Draven's chin split me and then his tongue drew up my center. I screamed into Jaxon's kiss, and the men shivered with pleasure. A golden glow began to rise around us, just a faint haze, but I both felt and saw it. I reached out a hand to trail within the magical current before I pressed my palm to the back of Draven's head and urged him closer. He growled against me and slid a slim finger into me. I arched, and Jaxon transferred his kiss to my breasts.
Ecstasy took hold of me as I was loved thoroughly by two of my kings. Emerald eyes flashed up at me, a sexy taunt as Draven gave me another long lick before he began to suck. Then Jaxon's deep blue stare claimed my attention as he bit at my breast. I writhed between them and moaned for more.
“I had the first taste,” Draven lifted his head to say to Jaxon. “I'll give you the first thrust.”
“Generous of you,” Jaxon said with some surprise.
“I intend to teach Alice other things while you work.” Draven smirked.
“It's hardly work,” Jaxon switched places with Draven and set himself between my thighs. “Alice, have you done this before?”
“No,” I whispered.
“I'll try to be gentle,” Jaxon said as he took hold of himself and eased into me.
I moaned and angled my hips upward.
“Easy now,” Draven purred and then bit my ear. “There will be another bite below. Let Jaxon work up to it.”
And Jaxon did. He slipped a little in and then out, easing me open slowly. I cried out in frustration as he went halfway in and stopped against the barrier of my maidenhood. I tried to push up against him.
“Here, my love”–Draven slid up further onto my pillow so that his manhood was level with my face–“focus on this for awhile.”
I licked my lips and then him, drawing my tongue over his tip. He cried out and trembled, his hand going to my hair. I gained confidence from that and took him fully into my mouth, savoring the taste and feel of him. I eased down his shaft and then drew up it, firming my mouth around him. As Draven moaned, Jaxon drove into me fully, and I cried out. Draven drove himself in deeper too, and I was overcome by the sensation of having them both filling me.
I worked Draven more ferociously as Jaxon began pumping faster. Hands went to my breasts and kneaded them as one of Jaxon's thumbs rubbed over my most sensitive spot. We became one mass of bucking, undulating, moaning pleasure. And then that pleasure broke, and we went crashing over the falls of ecstasy, diving into rapture so deep that I was certain I would never surface.
Chapter Eleven
It took another two weeks for Kyran to recover fully. During that time, I learned more about him and the other kings. Kyran, despite his rugged appearance (which was becoming more intimidating every day), was a romantic. I suppose he'd been born to be. Each of the men had taken to courting me in their own ways, regardless of the fact that our relationship was secured. We were still becoming familiar with each other.
Jaxon's idea of winning a woman was showing her his prowess. So, I sparred daily with him, training with the Vorpal sword and my magics. Our training sessions inevitably ended with us on the mat, sweaty and panting for other reasons than swordplay. I loved our time together; it was always an adventure with Jax, and he was the most inventive when it came to new positions.
Draven wined and dined me. I have no idea how he found such luxuries in Underland, but when we spent time together alone, he always had a lavish meal prepared and a gift waiting for me. I had a jewelry box full of treasure, and the man had only been wooing me for a few weeks. And always, after draping me in jewels and satisfying my hunger, he'd fulfill me in other, more erotic ways. Sometimes he wouldn't even wait until the meal was over... and he always had me leave the jewelry on.
Bevan was more subtle in his affections. Neither he nor Kyran showed any jealousy over my being with the other two kings first. In fact, Bevan was happy to have his chance at an intimate interlude between us. For our first date, he took me out of Underland and up to one of the lookout stations. It was a perch, high in a Wonderland oak, just big enough for us to stretch out on and look up at the stars. He had brought a jug of wine with him, and we drank it together and talked about what we wanted our lives to be.
