Someone, I was guessing Róise, let out a long, deep moan that had me yanking at the laces on my pants. My fingers dove in a second later, sliding through the slickness to find my clit. I gasped and thrust my head back into the pillow as I roughly played with myself.
The wall trembled as the bed on the other side slammed into it again. I applied more pressure to that overly sensitive bundle of nerves as my other hand slipped under my shirt and I squeezed my breast, rubbing my thumb over my nipple.
I thought about how Ryker loved to bite me, leaving signs of himself all over my body while he drove his cock into me. The rational part of me hated his possessiveness, but here in this room with my hand between my thighs? I could admit it was hot. Everything in this moment was a fantasy. Might as well lean into it.
My fingers sank into my pussy as the pounding on the other side of the wall became harder and faster. I thought about Ryker gripping my thighs and taking me from behind while Bastian wrapped my hair around his fingers and fucked my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. Wetness drenched my thighs and I withdrew my fingers to circle them around my clit, teasing myself as I squeezed my breast harder. I chased after my pleasure, listening to the sounds from next door while dreaming of my own fantasy that nobody ever had to know about.
In my mind, Bastian was coming down my throat at the same moment Ryker was filling me up. I squeezed my thighs together and flicked my clit faster. “You take us both so beautifully," Dream Bastian praised.
I screamed as I came, continuing to fuck myself the whole way through it.
Then the pounding against the wall stopped.
Oh, shit.
I hadn’t meant to be that loud. My fingers hovered over my trembling clit as I panted. Then the pounding resumed, louder than before.
It had been one scream; I could just deny it. There was no way Bastian had heard my moans through the wall, and with all the sounds they were making, I just needed to be quieter.
Because they weren’t stopping, and I could do with a few more orgasms . . .
My eyes flew open as the door creaked and panic hit me. I’d meant to clean up but had clearly fallen asleep after giving myself six orgasms in a row and thinking up all sorts of filthy fantasies in my head.
Bright green eyes latched on to me from the doorway, and Bastian grinned.
“Was it good for you too?” He opened his mouth slightly and inhaled. “Based on the indecent scents in this room, I think I have my answer.”
“Róise and Asad sound very talented,” I said calmly, trying hard not to blush. “You’re lucky they take pity on you.”
Bastian chuckled and strode over to the bed, flopping down on it hard enough that I bounced a little on the mattress. “You’re welcome to watch next time.” His gaze slid to me. “Or do you only like to listen in?”
“The entire inn was listening in.” I lost the war against the blush creeping up my cheeks and felt my entire face burning.
“Actually, there are silencing glyphs built into the floor that are always activated.” He reached and trailed a finger down my cheek. I thought about slapping him away, but that would require raising my arm, and that was too much effort. “Kieran and I used to stay here a lot, so Elizabeth figured out how to soundproof this level from the rest.”
“I didn’t realize you and Kier were a thing . . .” Kieran had never mentioned it, and I’m pretty sure he would have told me, considering we were friends and I was living with Bastian.
“Not that kind of thing.” Bastian rolled his eyes. “I mean, Kieran’s hot and all, but our fun involved more group activities, and I’m apparently not invited to those anymore now that he’s mated.”
“Are you seriously pouting?” I laughed at Bastian’s bottom lip sticking out a little. “Samara has five mates. I think that’s more than enough for group activities.”
“Oh?” He arched a brow at me. “I didn’t realize you were an expert on such things. Tell me, Princess, what were you thinking about while you sank those fingers into your wet, tight pu?—”
“Shut up, Bastian!” I slapped my hand over his mouth, belatedly realizing which hand it was and the fact that I hadn’t cleaned up.
He chuckled as I leapt out of bed, dashing into the attached bathing chamber. There was a tub, but I was absolutely not getting naked with Bastian less than ten feet away, so I settled for a washcloth.
When I slunk back into the room a few minutes later, my cheeks were still pink, but he had his eyes closed on the bed. “Wake me up for breakfast.”
What? He couldn’t seriously be thinking of sleeping in this bed. I’d assumed he’d just come back to check on me, or more likely tease me, and even if he was going to stay here, we were absolutely not sharing a bed.
I climbed onto my side and reached over to poke him in the ribs. “Shouldn’t the gentleman take the floor?”
Bastian’s eyes didn’t open, but his lips curved up into a smirk. “Rynn, love, did anything you heard over the past hour sound like a gentleman?”
I debated shoving him onto the floor but decided that wouldn’t get me far. Bastian was heavier than me, plus he was very stubborn. He’d just climb back on.
