“Be a good strawberry and say hello to your High King,” the Mountain King told me while the Shadow King moved to my other leg for what Tadhg had called a symmetry test.
But the wall still displayed a lake view.
“He—he can see me? Really?”
It was hard to comprehend. Hard to speak. Hard to breathe. The Shadow King continued to suck and kiss my other thigh, his thumbs massaging the erogenous zones he’d uncovered beneath my knees.
“You cannot see him, but he can see you,” Tadhg assured me, massaging my heavy breasts while the Shadow King continued to do such sensual things to my thighs. “And I guarantee you, he cannot look away. Now say hello, Strawberry, then we’ll continue on with our survey.”
The way his voice rumbled low in his chest made it sound like both a threat and a promise.
DECLAN
Holy shite.
The screen was filled with the sight of Sadie’s thick, dark thighs, strewn over the Shadow King’s pale, tattoo-covered back.
Meanwhile, Tadhg sat behind her, cupping her breasts as if his large hands were her new bra.
A bra that didn’t fit. Her breasts were so generous, they spilled over his hands, the nipples hard and distended inside dark areolas.
The Shadow King’s lean back muscles rippled as he kissed the inside of her right thigh. But he’d gone out of his way to do so at an angle, giving me a beyond-4k view of her glistening mound, quivering and clenching in a needy beg.
Her expression was nervous, unsure. But then she looked straight ahead—straight at me—and let out a breathy, “Hello.”
One word. It was only one word.
But my cock swelled and lengthened in a painful instant, threatening to ejaculate inside my jeans.
The loo… some dim part of my brain reminded me. There were no electronic locks on the loo door. I could hide in there. Avoid all of this.
But I couldn’t look away as Tadhg’s thick fingers found her nipples, squeezing them between his thumbs…
SADIE
…with increasing pressure, until it sent a painful zap through me. Straight to my core.
“It hurts,” I cried out, arching my back.
“Good hurt or bad hurt?” Tadhg asked in my ear, his voice somehow both wicked and calm.
And I realized. “G-good. I think.”
Tadhg let out a dark chuckle at my answer. “We’ll file it away for further testing, then. Is there something you’re wanting to ask your Shadow King?”
What did he mean?
“I-I don’t know….” I squirmed under his touch and the Shadow King’s kisses. They made me feel like a pot of water set on the stove to boil.
“Somewhere else you want him to kiss you? On your pretty cunt, perhaps?” Tadhg’s voice was a polite, dark smoke in my ear. “All you need do is ask.”
Oh goodness…
My mound had its own heartbeat now. The button I’d rubbed in secret during the Spring Fire throbbed with a painful ache.
Tadhg was right. There was a question I wanted to ask. Needed to ask. Even if it was beyond embarrassing.
“C-could you… you k-kiss me… there?”
