Alexus steps into the tub and sinks into the water. Quickly, he dips under and soaks his head before pushing back to the surface.
Wiping his face, he motions to me with come-hither fingers. “Take your gown off and get in with me.”
A shiver chases down my spine. Again with the gentle commands. I am so weak to the way those words sound that I instantly slip the straps from my shoulders and shimmy out of the garment. Alexus Thibault’s voice is as persuasive as any enchanter, but the way his eyes darken when he looks at my naked body is just as magickal.
Colden takes my hand, his admiring gaze skimming up and down my figure. I have a fuller shape, one that speaks of comfort and sensuality.
He just shakes his head, clearly quite happy with my curves. “You are utterly breathtaking, princess.” Before he helps me into the tub, he says, “Can I kiss you first?”
I nod, and he faces me, stepping closer. Staring into my eyes, he slides his hand deep into my hair and draws me to him.
With his breath grazing my lips, my king tips my head back, and after a few agonizing moments, his cool mouth softly captures mine. His tongue slides carefully inside my mouth, as though he’s making sure I’m all right with the intrusion.
But I’m so starved for him. I’ve dreamed of this kiss for ages. I don’t have to dream anymore, though. He’s here, half-naked, kissing me. So I deepen this kiss, tasting the spicy liquor on his tongue as I press my body firmly against his—my soft to his hard.
“More than a kiss,” I beg him, longing for relief. “Please.”
At first, all I can focus on is the torturous rub of my taut nipples against the soft, golden hair on his chest. But then his hand drifts down my back, over my ass, and he bends and grips me behind the knee. Unexpectedly, he lifts my leg, placing the arch of my foot on the edge of the tub, opening me to him.
Eyes on mine, he touches me there, dragging his fingers through the wetness gathered between my legs before slowly slipping a finger inside me. Holding on to his broad shoulders, I try to contain myself, but I can’t stop the sound that leaves me. The whimper.
He kisses my throat, his tongue tracing a pattern along the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “You feel so good, princess. Is this how you’ve touched yourself when you’ve slept alone? Knowing we were just across the hall?” He pulls back and looks into my eyes again. “Oh, the things we would’ve done to you if we’d known you were doing this all alone, wishing it was us touching you.”
He pushes my knee back a little, spreading me open further, and moves behind me. Kissing the curve of my shoulder, he slides his hand down my abdomen and returns to his ministrations, pulling me apart, exposing me. He’s doing this for Alexus, giving the Collector a perfect view.
Alexus meets my stare before glancing down, that hungry look in his eyes returning. It thrills me the way these two work, the silent knowledge they share, the understanding they already seem to have of one another’s needs. I long to know more, to experience more of their connection, even if just for the night.
With Alexus’s eyes on me, I begin moving on Colden’s hand.
“Oh,thereshe is,” my king whispers against my ear as he plunges a finger inside me, then adds another. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around our cocks, aren’t you, princess?”
His words are enough to make my stomach flip and my mind reel, especially knowing Alexus is absorbing every second of what Colden’s doing to me.
As Colden tilts my head back and kisses me, his tongue exploring and tasting, and as I move my hips, greedily sliding along his fingers, it registers that his touch isn’t warm. It’s as cool as his talented mouth, the contrasting sensations between our skin sending a bolt of longing through me. Is his cock just as cool to the touch?
His movements slow. “I think I have to share. I’m sure the sorcerer wants his turn.” Colden lowers my leg, keeping his arm around my waist.
Alexus’s eyes have gone black as night, his features sharp. He’s leaned back in the tub, the water not quite covering his abdomen. One arm rests on the vessel’s edge while he strokes his cock slowly.
He lets go, and I memorize the sight of him: his full erection, every throbbing vein, and that lovely, broad head.
“He’s magnificent,” Colden says.
I couldn’t agree more.
Again, Alexus motions for me to come to him.
“Not the… Not the bed?” I say softly, a bit curious why the bath is where things are beginning.
“The warm water will relax you,” Colden says, winking again. “And Alexus will certainly get you ready. We need a little playtime to figure out how much you can handle.”
Oh.Oh my. How muchcanI handle?
I feel eager but anxious, excited but scared. But I want this. Whatever I can have with them,I want it.
Colden holds my hand as I step into the tub. The vessel is large like the bed. Still, even though the tub is fairly wide, I’ll have to straddle Alexus. It’s the only way we can both fit.
I gasp when I settle around his hips, the hot water rising with my presence, more contrast on my skin. Alexus stares into my eyes and lifts his hips, pressing the hard ridge of his cock between my legs. The expression that masks his face happens so quickly I almost miss it, but I recognize it all the same.
