“Fuck,” I gasp, imagining them having their filthy way with me to complete ruination. “Yes, please. More.”
My hands move faster, my thumb rubbing my clit as my pleasure pulses and spikes. Gods, I’m so close, I’m going to shatter.
“Stop.”
The expression on my soul-fated’s face is wicked and cruel. The breath rushes out of me as my hands falter and shudder in place. My climax is just out of reach.No.
“Darrius,” I whimper, and watch as the two kings exchange a look, one of perfect accord. My core twinges in anticipation.
“You set the rules, my queen,” Roshan says. “Now open your mouth and lick those fingers clean.”
“How does it taste?” my ruthless soul-fated asks, when I immediately do as commanded.
I wrap my tongue around my fingers, lapping up my arousal. “Sweet.”
“Good girl,” he growls, and I viscerally writhe at the husky praise in his voice. “Get every drop.”
Roshan lets out a moan when I suck hard, licking each of my fingers. “Now spread your lips for us. Let us see that pretty pussy.”
The position is so deliciously depraved I can feel the fluids trickling down my inner thighs. “Please,” I beg. “Pleaselet me come. Tell me to come.” The last four words are subconsciously layered with psionic compulsion... a sidereal command of the Starkeeper.
“Come,” they both say at the same time, and I don’t hesitate.
My fingers fly to my throbbing clitoris, my arousal so heightened that it barely takes a touch before my climax is cresting and cresting andcresting,and then it crashes through me like a tsunami as I shatter with a scream. My magic blasts out of me, stardust falling everywhere in a silvery mist, as quakes rock through every muscle in my body.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Stars fill my vision, and I think I black out for a moment before the shudders racking me start to lessen. That has to have been the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, and neither of them touched me.
Gods.What will happen when they do?
Time to find out.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
ROSHANACHARIA,
KING OFORYNDHR
The woman I love stands before me, clad in nothing but a transparent robe and those damnable lace undergarments from earlier. Stars above, but she is beautiful. Those bright iridescent locks woven through her wild, dark curls are shimmering, and her gorgeous gray eyes are full of joy and mischief.
She’s a Starkeeper who has come into her magic with the grace of a queen, and yet so much of the loyal, strong-willed woman I knew is still there. As much as I hate what Fero did to her through me, sands, she has truly become something to behold. She forged herself into something resilient.
Powerful. Confident. Dauntless.
Seeing her pleasure herself like a siren in front of me had been a gift I’ll never forget. I’d felt faintly discomfited at the thought of her in a sensual, erotic display for anyone else. But then I remembered Saru’s words:There is no sharing. There is only giving.And if this is what she wants—the both of us—I am happy to try.
For her.
To be fair, I hadn’t expected that giving her sexual commands with Nightsong would be so fucking erotic or that seeing her unravel so spectacularly because of both of us would nearly make me spend in my trousers. In fact, given the damp state of them, I’m not certain that Ididn’tcome a little. Even now, my erection is rock hard and undaunted by the appearance of its competition, so to speak.
Not that I have anything to fear from Darrius Nightsong. I’ve made my starling sing, and I’ll make her sing again.
“Are you ready to fly, Starbright?” a bare-chested king of Everlea asks, prowling nearer to her from the other side of the room. Her mouth falls open with a moan when he reaches her and his hand wraps around her throat as he presses his front to her back. Shemelts.
Her utter submission makes me impossibly hard, and when she turns those limpid gray eyes to me and urges me closer with a crook of her finger, my entire body tightens in response, my cock throbbing with instant, explicit need.
With haste, I remove my boots and unbutton my shirt. I want to make this perfect and memorable for her, no matter what it takes. I follow the silent summons, blanketing her with my front as she lets out a long sigh of pleasure at being pressed between our two bodies. I know how small she is, but when she’s in front of Nightsong, held against him like that, she looks so delicate.
And yet, the power in my starling’s petite body could decimate an entire realm.
