Before I could argue, Garrick kissed me. He pinched my nipple and devoured the breathy cry of pleasure that he elicited. He twirled my tongue around his, claiming every corner of my mouth and every worry of my heart.
Syleris charted a path down my body. He dipped his tongue into the indentation of my belly button and then dragged it along the stretch marks on my stomach that had appeared during puberty. Once, I’d been self-conscious of them. But when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to every single one? How could they be anything but beautiful when they were given homage by the Dark God himself?
I couldn’t take it. The two of them worked in glorious tandem, but I could not just lie there. I needed to touch them as much as I wanted them to touch me. Syleris was too far away to caress his skin, but I grabbed a handful of his silky hair. It was so soft. The keeper of hell had no business having hair that soft. Syleris heard the thought and retaliated by tugging on one of the thick curls between my legs before sliding a second finger inside me.
I found Garrick’s cock as Syleris curved his fingertips inside of me again. I swiped a fingertip over the head, already wet with thick beads of precome.
“Witch,” Garrick moaned against my mouth. The sound of that need already, from just one touch…
He pinched my nipples at the exact same moment that Syleris found that spot inside of me. My climax roared in my ears, pleasure and pain and surprise mingling together so fast and hard. I jerked against them, gush after gush of my own release splashing out over the bed.
“You have so much to give, sweetling,” Syleris murmured against the insides of my thighs. He licked the full length of my entrance, giving my clit a little twirl with his tongue, before cleaning off my legs with his mouth. By the time he finished, I was trembling again.
Garrick kissed me gently, easing me through the intensity. My hand was still around his cock. I started to stroke it, only to feel a much bigger, stronger hand cover mine.
“Let me.”
I was still shaking, but a little whimper of protest worked its way up my throat.
Syleris’ dark chuckle filled the air and kissed my skin. “We won’t forget you.”
He nudged Garrick back. I caught my Lifebind’s look of annoyed protest beneath his thick brows, but with his cock in Syleris’ hand, there wasn’t any outright argument. Garrick lay back against the bed. All of the pillows were on the floor already.
He was magnificent splayed out like this. Every single muscle on his body bulged. Before him, I had not even realized a body could have so many muscles. But knowing him, I’d learned that his physical strength paled in comparison to the strength of his warrior heart. Garrick loved fiercely and without reservation. He had taught me that was strength, not weakness.
I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. “I love you,” I breathed.
Garrick reached up, sliding his hand into my hair and pulling me back down. His kiss was gentle, but more insistent.
“Let me taste you,” he whispered.
I understood what he meant, a new surge of arousal gathering between my legs. But I was not sure that I could take it.
“You can.”
I hadn’t forgotten that Syleris was there; that was just not possible. What surprised me was the longing in his voice as he said it. I straightened to find his eyes waiting for mine. In any other scenario, I would have lifted my knee over Garrick’s head and held on to the headboard while I straddled his face. But the raw need in Syleris’ features made me feel more powerful than frost and ice ever had.
As he watched, I rearranged myself so that one knee was on either side of Garrick’s head, but instead of turning away, I facedSyleris as I lowered down onto Garrick’s mouth. He ran his nose along my entrance and breathed in deeply. The stubble on his chin scraped against my delicate folds and sent a shiver up my spine.
Garrick took his first taste as I slid my hands up my stomach to cup my breasts. When his tongue dipped inside me, I squeezed my own breasts and a low gasp slipped out.
Syleris’ chest vibrated as he dragged in an uneven breath.
“You two are so beautiful,” he said.
He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. His tongue was usually assertive, but this time he drew out the sensation, even catching my lower lip between his teeth as he pulled away. When he finally released it, it throbbed. Just like the rest of me.
Syleris slid down Garrick’s body. He paused to trace his tongue along the sharp clefts of his abdominal muscles, then the angle of his hipbone as it pointed him lower. He glanced up at me. Garrick’s face was buried between my legs, so I knew the predatory smile was for me alone.
“Look what we do to him, sweetling,” he said aloud. He pumped his hand down Garrick’s shaft to emphasize the point.
Garrick groaned against my pussy, the motion vibrating every inch of my already tender flesh. I almost came right then. A fresh wave of wetness slid from my body. Garrick was there and ready, lapping up every drop of nectar.
Keeping his eyes on mine, Syleris lowered himself down. He pressed one kiss to Garrick’s crown before taking him into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked hard on the length of his cock. It should have been impossible. Garrick was huge and thick. But Syleris kept going until his mouth was nestled against the silvery hairs at the base of Garrick’s shaft. Another trick of being a god, like those extra-long fingers.
The sight of Syleris’ mouth stretched around Garrick’s cock, while he kept his eyes locked on mine?
Another climax built upon me. I had no headboard to steady me, so I held on to myself. I massaged my breasts, pinching my own nipples as I rocked against Garrick’s face. The rough stubble of his chin assaulted my clit while his tongue drove into me. Garrick moaned again. He bucked his hips against Syleris’ mouth, but the Dark God did not retreat. He took every inch that Garrick gave him.
