“That’s it,” I say, rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb, pinching it. “Come, little mate, come for us. Come into his mouth and onto his tongue.”
She loves those dirty words, groaning loudly, shuddering so hard she makes the bed shake. And then she does come. A hard orgasm that sweeps right through her body.
It’s not enough to sate her, though. Fate has gifted this woman four mates and an appetite to match. She’s demanding more, even as that first orgasm is still fading from her body.
Dray cackles, rolling away as he wipes his hand across his wet mouth.
“You want to be fucked, Little Kitten?” he says.
“Yes,” she whines.
But I’ve already taken his place between her legs and I’m not ready to fuck her yet.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I say, plunging two fingers into her wet cunt. It squeezes and convulses around my digits and I mutter a spell, then remove my fingers, all wet with her desire and sink them into her backside next. Her eyes roll back in their sockets. Her back arches so fiercely she’s nearly lifted right off the bed.
Dray swears under his breath. “Oh, that looks good,” he says. “You’ve had her there, haven’t you, Professor?”
“Yes,” I grunt. “Beaufort and me together.”
Thorne mutters something under his breath. I know this is all relatively new for the man and we need to go slow for him as well as for her. We’re all in this together, all bound to one another, and for this to work we have to be considerate, patient and careful. We’re four powerful men and she is only one woman– probably the most powerful woman in the realm now the Empress and Veronica have both gone – yet fragile in so many ways.
I keep my fingers in her backside and slide my thumb into her pussy, massaging her in both those places. Then I’m raising my gaze back to the quietest of all of the Princes.
“Do you want to taste her, Thorne?”
His tongue automatically slides across his lower lip in response to my question. And he nods his head. Then he’s crawling closer towards her. She whimpers at the sight of him, attempting to run her hands down his body. He leans across her and presses his mouth between her legs. His cock bobs above her head. She stares at it transfixed.
It gives Dray an idea.
“Swing your leg over Little Kitten’s head, Thorne.”
His eyes flick to his bond brother, and he frowns, not understanding.
“Then lower yourself down a little,” he says. “She can suck on your cock while you flick at her clit.”
Our little mate bucks in response, and Thorne follows Dray’s instructions. She opens her mouth and takes his large cock inside, not even gagging as he must press down her throat. She sucks and slurps at him. He does the same at her clit. It drives them both wild, especially as I rub at that point inside her and massage her backside too. Neither has rhythm nor style, or their wits about them. Both are lost in sensation.
And when I look up, I see Beaufort and Dray watching on with a dark desire, but also a delight. They wanted this for their bond brother too. I take it the largest, strongest, and deadliest of the Princes has never had his cock sucked like this before. In fact he’s probably never had it sucked at all. He soon loses the ability to pleasure Briony, overcome completely by what she’s doing to him. He grips and fists the bedsheets, throws his head back. Hethrusts a little, down into her mouth. Then he lowers his head and watches her sucking him.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dray chuckles.
“So fucking good,” he groans. Then, with a long guttural groan he empties his balls down her throat.
Our little mate splutters and gulps, swallowing as much of his come as she can, just as much of it spilling from her lips and down her chin. I never comprehended that watching her with another of her mates could be this erotic. But it is.
My cock is rock hard. Pumped full of that warm, vibrant blood. Powered by a newly awakened heart. And I can’t hold back any longer.
I stand between her legs, open her thighs wide and thrust into her wet pussy, stars exploding across my vision as I do. It’s always been good with Briony. The best it’s ever been. But this, this is something else. I was only half alive before. Dancing the line between life and death. But now I’m human. With fully human desires, fully human wants, and a fully functioning cock that wants nothing more than to fuck and fuck and fuck her.
Thorne has fallen back on the mattress, his chest falling and rising as he pants, trying to catch his breath. And all three of the others are watching us as Briony writhes and moans like something possessed in the center of the bed. Wild and beautiful and truly enchanting.
She throws her hands above her head and her light magic flickers on her fingertips. The colors swim across her skin. The sounds she makes are like music.
I’ve never seen or heard anything so beautiful. And I know, even when we grow old together, I will still find her the most beautiful creature, the most beautiful thing there is that exists, in all of this universe. My mate. My Briony. My brave, wonderful girl.
She’s given me so much. So much that I thought I’d lost forever. A purpose. A belonging. My family. Even my damn life.
“I love you Briony Storm,” I say as I fuck her at a relentless pace.
