I meet Nightsong’s stare, and he gives me a small nod that he is here for whatever our queen wants. I nod in return. He’s a difficult man to read at normal times... and this is uncharted territory for both of us, it seems. His black eyes flash gold for a second, and I frown, wondering at the change. Is that part of his magic? But it’s something to worry about later.
For now, I want to drown myself in Suraya.
Groaning at the sweet vanilla and jasmine scent of her, I sink to my knees and untie the belt of her robe, parting the fabric in the middle so it reveals everything, my eyes snagging on her luscious upturned breasts and then diving to that decadent gathering of creamy lace between her thighs. I lean my head against her belly and drag my nose down to the edge of the lace, inhaling deeply, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head at that intoxicating scent. They’re still soaked from her earlier orgasm, her rich fragrance flooding my senses. My mouth fills with water when she lets out the breathiest moan. By the maker, I could eat her alive.
“Roshan,” she whispers.
I glance up, noticing that Nightsong has angled her head so that he is kissing and nibbling the tender skin below her ear, his free hand dropping to caress the breast I bared. The sight of her with her mouth parted, whimpering with pleasure as he fondles her, is sultrier than it should be. And suddenly I want to do my part to make her moan. “Yes, love?”
“Touch me, please,” she begs, that thundercloud gaze fastened to me.
Teasingly, I run the backs of my knuckles over her mound, delighting in the lurch of her hips. “Here?”
She bites her lip. “Yes.”
“As my mistress commands,” I say, something I’d said to her during our first time together. She smiles in recognition, and I’m dying to taste her again. Hooking my fingers into the edge of her undergarments, I ease them down her legs, baring her to my greedy gaze. I blink at the neatly groomed expanse of glistening brown skin, nearly bare of any maidenhair. Nowthat’sdifferent from last time.
She sees my fascination, her cheeks flaring dark red. “One of my handmaidens said it would be more sensitive. It’s easy to remove with magic.”
“No complaints here,” I say. “I love seeing every exquisite inch of you.”
She groans as I run the tip of my nose down her slit. Above me, Nightsong plays with her nipples, pinching hard, but her hips jerk in desperate need every time he does. The scent of her is maddening, and I waste no time in setting my mouth to her, licking from entrance to clit with the flat of my tongue and swirling the tip around her bud and sucking. The moan that leaves her is music to my ears, and I push her legs wider, trying to wedge myself between them.
I peer up, watching while she drags Nightsong down to her mouth for a sloppy kiss, her spine arching as she shoves her lower lips into my mouth. I oblige happily, kissing, licking, and nibbling until her legs start to shake and her hips start to roll more insistently. I push two of my fingers up into her, delighting in her strangled sounds, sucking on her clit hard until her body seizes and convulses. I can feel her walls undulating on my fingers as Nightsong swallows her soft cries. I gorge myself on her pleasure until my face is gleaming with her release.
Stars, she’s stunning.
I rise slowly, trailing heated kisses up her abdomen, pressing them softly to the inner curve of each of her breasts. When I finally stand, I bend my head to press my lips to hers, claiming her. My eyes meet Nightsong’s obsidian ones over her crown; his pupils are blown out with lust as I’m certain mine are. He smirks, his mouth swollen from the intensity of her kisses.
“I need one of you to fuck me,” our fierce queen demands, glaring up at us as if either of us will deny her.“Now.”
We share a grin at her adorable display of temper.
“How is this going to work?” I ask the king of Everlea. “Do you want to... go first?”
His irises flash that strange amber color again. “You,” he growls gutturally, and I swear I see fangs. “Between the bond and the beast, my instincts are territorial enough. If I fuck her first, I may not be able to control myself after.”
“Beast?” I ask, eyes narrowing in confusion.
“It’s his curse.” Suraya grabs my face and kisses me ferociously. “Don’t worry, Dare won’t hurt you,” she says with a smile that doesn’t appease me in the least. She detaches from us and climbs onto the bed, wiggling her delicious ass. “Roshan, I need you inside me.”
Nearly mindless with lust, I can’t shuck off my trousers fast enough, freeing my engorged cock from its tight confines. I give it one pump, hissing at the sensitivity. Reverently, I notch my crown to her wet entrance and push slowly into her, groaning at the silky feel that not even so many months of separation could make me forget. It’s a snug fit, and I work for every single inch.
“Fuck, starling, you feel so good. Like home,” I growl when I’m seated. It feels like I’m finally where I belong.
“You do, too.” She moans as I withdraw ever so slowly, taking my time and drawing out every bit of the torturous friction. “Darrius, come here.”
If she’s able to talk, I must not be doing my job very well. I slam back in, making her yelp as I bury myself to the hilt. Obediently, Nightsong shifts to the base of the bed, where he drinks in the sight of her perfect face as I deepen my thrusts. Her body is angled on a diagonal at the edge of the bed.
“Take my mouth,” she tells him on a shuddering breath, and I shiver at the throaty lust in her voice. “Make me choke.”
Fuck...
Grasping her hips, I feel my eyes roll back in my head at the sublime clench.
Nightsong discards his trousers, and she accepts him between her lips with a garbled groan, while I increase my pace from behind. I have no idea why the idea of her sucking him off while I’m taking her at the same time is so fucking hot, but it is.
I want to make her come so hard that she flies to the moon and the stars she loves so much.
