Despite my bashfulness earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to care about someone seeing me naked and getting fucked. I just didn’t want Ryker to stop.
Go away, I willed. Whoever you are, go the fuck away.
As if on cue, the person stepped forward just enough for me to see them, and every part of me went still as Bastian’s green eyes locked with mine across the garden.
Sensing the change in my mood, Ryker’s fingers slowed and he started to pull away again.
Panic hit me. I didn’t want to deal with this now. It would be messy. So fucking messy. Did Ryker’s threat extend to Bastian? I could deal with Bastian later. He hadn’t burst in announcing his presence, so maybe he’d just go away.
I rolled my hips forward. “Don’t stop,” I murmured, dropping my gaze back to Ryker.
He peered up at me, his face glistening with my desire before he leaned forward, still holding my stare, and brazenly licked my clit before burying his face in my cunt.
Another moan escaped, and Ryker pinched my nipple in warning, which naturally only turned me on more. My head rolled back, and my stare once again collided with Bastian’s. His gaze was hungry as it trailed down my body. I blinked and realized he was wearing my Fae necklace, masking his scent.
His lips moved, and I latched on to the movement, trying to make out what he was saying.
Turnabout’s fair play.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed out as Bastian slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock free. Shit. Was I really doing this? Letting him watch while Ryker made me come?
Apparently I was, because I couldn’t bring myself to look away as Bastian stroked himself. My breathing quickened as Ryker adjusted his position again, sliding his fingers back into me, so slow, it was almost obscene. I trembled as he fucked me slowly before pulling out, only to thrust back in as his tongue lashed at my clit.
My back arched as I bit down on my lip, hard enough that coppery blood filled my mouth, but I held in the scream as the climax tore through me.
Ryker didn’t let me recover. One second, I was riding out a mind-numbing orgasm, and the next, his fingers were digging into my ass as he lifted me up and impaled me on his cock.
This time, I did scream, but his mouth crashed against mine half a second later. The bark of the tree bit into my back as Ryker thrusted punishingly into me. Then he broke our kiss as he nipped at my neck. “You’re going to come again, Princess, and then I’m going to fill you full of my seed until it’s dripping down your thighs.”
My pussy clenched around him, and he laughed.
“Shut up and fuck me harder,” I snarled.
One of his hands left my ass to wrap around my braid and pull my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck as he did as I’d demanded and fucked me harder. Immediately, my gaze went back to Bastian. His movements were faster and harsher too as he got himself off while watching us.
I shouldn’t like this. The small part of my mind still capable of rational thought screamed that this was going to complicate things even more, but it was hard to think about that when the rest of me was imagining Bastian sliding his cock into my mouth while Ryker made me scream.
Ryker’s movements became more feral, and I felt him drag his teeth across my neck, drawing a whimper out of me. I could have sworn I heard Bastian swear, but if he had, Ryker hadn’t heard him. My gaze rose to find Bastian’s at the exact moment Ryker bit down where my neck and shoulder met.
The mixture of pain and pleasure was too intense, and I couldn’t hold back the scream. Ryker’s hand left my hair to clamp down over my mouth as he fucked me through my orgasm. He came seconds later, groaning as a fresh wave of heat and dampness dripped down my thighs.
At some point, I’d closed my eyes. When I opened them, my mind still lost to absolute bliss, Bastian was gone.
Chapter Eighteen
Bastian
“Fuck.” I stared at the pint of ale in front of me. After stumbling out of the stable, I’d gone straight to the nearest tavern and thrown back three shots of their cheapest liquor before ordering a beer.
Now, I sat by myself in the corner with my hood up so no one would recognize me while I replayed every interaction between Rynn and Ryker in my mind from a new perspective. An empty laugh spilt from my lips as I took a long drink.
“Well played, you two,” I muttered. “Well fucking played.”
That hadn’t been the first time they’d fucked. I was sure of it, and I, like a confident idiot, had repeatedly told Ryker he had no chance with Rynn. He’d looked upset every time I’d said it, but in hindsight, I could see it wasn’t anger but frustration. And guilt.
If someone had told me yesterday that Ryker would lie to me, I would have laughed in their face. Ryker was loyal to us just as we were to him. The Alpha pack was all he had.
Now he had Rynn though. A potential mate.
