Though, my body reacted positively to the way each of them were stroking me, their fingers creeping higher and higher until they were each brushing either side of my cock. I felt myself swell at their touch, and my heart rate sped up.
“I’m not—” I was about to say I wasn’t interested, but…
I glanced back out on the dancefloor to find Shemhazai fisting the witch’s hair and firmly controlling his head as he devoured his mouth.
If he didn’t care about me, what did it matter if I fucked these two?
“Come on, raven. You’re clearly not exclusive… After that little taste you gave us earlier, we can tell you would be a lot of fun. If we’re going against the god of fuckingwartomorrow, we might as well have a good time tonight.”
My mind was reeling. I was drunk, hurt, and angry, and when Sköll rubbed his hand firmly over my now-straining cock, I groaned.
He wasn’t Shemhazai, but fuck, it felt good when he touched me…
Maybe this was what I needed to feel better.
I leaned back and draped my arms over the back of the couch, spreading my legs wider and raising my eyebrows at Sköll.
“Come here,” I growled, punctuating my demand with a casual flick of my fingers.
Sköll smirked like he’d just gotten exactly what he wanted, and he leaned over me, brushing his lips gently against mine.
Fenrir took over, rubbing my cock through my pants as I breathed in his brother’s scent.
“Fuck…” I hissed, rolling my hips up into Fenrir’s hand, and he chuckled next to me, leaning in close as well.
Fenrir traced his nose up the column of my neck as Sköll continued to hover just over my lips.
“You just going to sit there, or are you going to do something before I fuck your brother instead?” I hissed against him, and he grinned, closing the distance between us.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I snatched it up, sucking him deep into me as Fenrir nipped my earlobe, sending my entire body into a sheet of chills.
I ground up into Fenrir’s hand as he rubbed me more firmly, and I moaned into his brother’s mouth.
Fuck yeah. That felt fucking good.
I bit Sköll’s tongue to get it out of my mouth so I could speak just as Fenrir began to nibble down the side of my neck, his hot breath turning my drunk mind to mush.
“Take my cock out. You can take turns again,” I growled. Sköll moved to obey like the good dog he was when a cold voice cut through the air.
“What’s going on over here?”
All three of us froze, turning to find Shemhazai standing in the booth, watching us with a blank expression on his face.
“We were just showing your boy here a good time.” Fenrir hummed as he continued to stroke me over my pants.
“Is that so?” Shemhazai purred, his gaze dropping to my crotch. He watched as Fenrir rubbed me, and Sköll chuckled.
“Mhmm. We were just about to suck him, care to watch the show?”
Shem glanced at Sköll, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly, and I frowned at the clear flash of rage that darkened his features.
Turning back to face me, Shemhazai raised an eyebrow, and I stared at him, intentionally rolling my hips into Fenrir’s hand again.
“I thought I told you to go home, little bird,” Shem said, his voice low and quiet.
I shrugged, giving him a cold look.
“Didn’t feel like it.”
