The darkest kind.
Using the tub for leverage, bracing myself, I begin riding Alexus—and Colden’s finger—grinding the deepest part of me against the swollen tip of Alexus’s long cock.
He releases my breast with an audible pop as his fingers dig into the flesh of my hips. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” he grits out. “Fuck us, Petra.” He slides his hands down, gripping the underside of my ass, spreading me. Colden is still touching me. Still fucking me with his finger. He inserts another, though, working me, stretching me—preparingme.
I gasp and let out a small cry at the sudden, sharp sting and the feeling of fullness. It’s already so much that there’s no way taking more won’t involve true pain. And yet the threat is enticing, the thought of two cocks pushing into me, flesh to flesh.
Again, Alexus looks me in the eyes, his face taut with lust, and I realize he likes eye contact. He likes connection. Even still, this is just sex. I can feel the barrier between us, can see the wall Colden once mentioned. It’s like a shutter over Alexus’s eyes. Raw sex is all he can give me and Colden—thephysical—and I respect whatever boundaries he holds in place. If the memory of pleasure is all I can carry with me after this, then so be it. I’d rather have a memory of us like this than never having this at all.
The muscles in Alexus’s jaw clench as I move on him, chasing the pleasure trapped between my legs.
“You’re getting tighter,” he says. “Wetter. You like what Colden and I are doing to your pussy, don’t you? It’s going to make you come for us, isn’t it?”
Crying out, I toss my head back as my release pulses through me in hard and violent waves. Colden clamps a hand over my mouth as I come, my body clenching Alexus as I ride it out, grinding on him as though I can possibly drive him deeper.
I can’t.
“Fuck him,” Colden orders, kissing and licking my neck. “Fuck him for me. Fuck him so good it hurts.”
I shouldn’t like it, those words, but hearing them uttered at my ear as Colden holds me silent, watching me as I rock on Alexus’s brutally rigid cock and Colden’s fingers, makes my orgasm even more powerful. The feel of his hand. His grip on my face. Being held there, trapped between them.
I want more.So much more.
When the haze of passion dissipates and my orgasm finally relents, I’m left feeling drugged, my body languid. It isn’t until Colden dries me off, sweeps me into his arms, and carries me to bed that I realize neither of them came.
Lying there with Colden sitting beside me, we watch Alexus dry off and walk toward us. His cock is still as raging hard as Colden’s.
Colden moves to the foot of the bed and crawls up between my legs as Alexus props my head on a pillow. I shiver when Colden runs his hands up my thighs and spreads my legs, trailing chilly kisses behind his touch.
“Come on, princess. Clear your head.” He drags a long lick up my inner thigh, making goosebumps rise on my legs. “That little taste of decadence in the tub was only the beginning.”
That wicked mouth captures my clit in a hard suck before he plunges his tongue inside me, making me cry out again as my spine arches of its own volition. Alexus taps my lips toshooshme quiet and rests one knee on the edge of the bed, angling his cock toward my mouth. A shimmering pearl of cum awaits, ready to spill from the edge of his swollen tip.
“You’re going to bring all the menfolk upstairs, eager to rescue the crying maiden,” he says. “I suppose I have to keep you quiet.” Using his thumb, he easily pries my mouth open as Colden licks and sucks my still-tingling and sensitive flesh. I moan, helpless to the bliss flooding through me, but Alexus silences me by pushing the head of his dripping cock between my lips.“Shhh,”he commands, dragging his hand down his length to squeeze out another drop of cum.
Groaning, I take his tip fully into my mouth, devouring him. He groans, too, though the sound is far softer than mine, locked deep within his chest.
Gliding my tongue down his shaft, I feel that long column on his underside, as well as the veins running through all that hardness. I suck him, struggling to think around Colden’s expert tongue, and now his fingers, pumping into me. I can’t tell how many, but I feel stretched, like before.
He’s working me again, this time running his fingers from side to side in a half circle before pushing into me deep and then repeating the motions. His touch is meant for pleasure, but also to get me dripping wet and to force my muscles to become as lax as possible. Knowing why he’s doing this makes me impatient, though I know better than to rush a single part of this night.
Alexus presses his cock deeper, leaning over me, one hand gripping the headboard, the other gripping my breast. I don’t know what inspires me—Colden’s hand on my mouth earlier or Alexus quieting my moans moments before with his cock—but I take Alexus’s massive hand and place it on my throat instead.
“Gods, Petra, yes.” His fingers tighten, just a little. Just enough to make me feel that same sense of being trapped that I’d felt before, of being dominated by him and Colden. It’s a desire I didn’t know I possessed, a need to finally trust someone else enough to let them take control for a while.
Alexus starts to fuck my mouth then—truly fucking me—pinning me to the bed as he teases his cock toward the back of my throat. I can’t handle all of him like this, and he knows it. I know he’s holding back so that I feel thoroughly had, yet not to the point of discomfort. The muscled ridges of his abdomen are tight and flexed with his restraint.
There’s a carefulness in him, too, something I can sense as he watches me, detecting what I want and need, measuring the line between too much and not enough. The only problem is that I’m beginning to feel like I will never get enough. Like there isn’t anything they could do that I wouldn’t like.
Suddenly, Alexus withdraws every inch from my mouth, and Colden’s tongue and fingers leave my body. He sits up and then back on his heels, leaving me empty as he wipes the back of his hand across his glistening mouth. He and Alexus share a simple glance, and again, from that moment forward, their mental bond shows in the way they move, some greater awareness the rest of us don’t have—not even me, a Seer.
Alexus turns, rummaging through the drawers of the bedside chest. I watch him for a moment, but any focus on what he’s doing disappears as Colden crawls over me.
“Spread those lovely legs for me,” he whispers. Hands braced beside my shoulders, he teases his cock at my entrance before pushing in deep, making me curse. “Oh, princess,” he says on a breath, a feral look forming in his black eyes. “You are so fucking perfect. Now taste your sweet pussy while I fuck you.”
I fist my hands in his damp, blond hair as he leans down for a kiss. At first, his full lips are cool and wet on mine. Gentle. But then he pushes his tongue into my mouth the way he’d pushed it inside me minutes before, and gods, Icantaste myself. It’s so arousing that I suck on his tongue the way he sucked on me, eliciting a deep groan.
There’s a momentary power shift that makes my skin tingle. In those seconds, I’m in complete control of my king. I’m certain I could steer him any way I’d like.
