I was pretty sure it was him snickering at me.
I didn’t dare look back over my shoulder at him. Or up at the Shadow King, who was probably regarding me with pity. Waiting for me to give up.
That left only one choice, as far as I was concerned.
I think I surprised all of us when I closed my eyes and took the Shadow King in my mouth—swallowing him down, strange balls and cross piercings and all.
After that, I only had my instincts to guide me. I concentrated on taking him as deep as I could without choking.
The Shadow King wasn’t as thick as Tadhg, but he was long, with a slight curve that made the balls on his piercings rub against the top of my throat.
The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, and my core heated with a new, curious question: What would it be like to have him inside me? To have this pierced length go the same places his tongue had when he beared it out inside me?
That question made me moan. That moan made me take him even deeper.
Tadhg remained silent as a piece of disapproving stone. But I sensed I was doing a good job when the Shadow King sank fromhis knees to his bottom, bringing me with him and guiding my bobbing head as he lay back on the bed.
I hadn’t taken my hair out of the two braids I’d put it in before brunch. He lodged his fingers underneath them, encouraging me to bob faster and faster. Pulling me farther down so I had no choice but to choke or open my throat.
I happily opened my throat, welcoming the metallic feel of his strange jewelry.
I stretched an arm up his body, settling one palm over his pec. His heart was racing, and his chest was rising and falling at a pace that probably would have made a sound—if he was into that.
No, I didn’t have to. But I’d never wanted to please someone so much in my life.
Not Reuben. Not my mother. Not even myself.
I relished the opportunity to attend to him like this, and when his hips began to jerk, I kept on sucking to the best of my ability.
Swallowing every drop before letting him out of my mouth, spent and fully deflated.
My core was achy and throbbing.
But the blissed-out look on my moon god’s face… for a moment, I completely understood how he and Tadhg felt. My pleasure was a distant priority at the moment—an unnecessary thing in comparison to that of my two kings.
I turned to Tadhg, who was now sitting upright on the bed with an expression that bordered on horrified. Worse than when wewere watching the people on his complicated money show make increasingly bad choices.
“Don’t, Sadie…” he warned.
So it wasSadienow? NotStrawberry?
Something about the switch made me smile inwardly… and begin crawling over to him anyway.
“Sadie… Sadie…” he warned over and over again until I was crawling on top of him, using my lips and breasts to softly knock him onto his back and take his thick, straining cock in my hand. “Don’t do this.”
“Don’t do thisgood, or don’t do thisbad?” I asked, stroking my hand up and down.
“Feck, don’t do this good!”
Tadhg knocked the back of his head against the bed, frustration etched into his face along with hunger.
“Have mercy on me, though, Strawberry. Only your hand. I’m not the Shadow King. Don’t think I can go on with the memory of your sweet mouth on my cock if this doesn’t go the way we want.”
I understood. And I wished I didn’t.
As someone who’d been bound by rules all her life, I knew how hard they were to break.
But I had to ask.
