Raye bucked and gasped, arching up into Gaelfr’s beautiful mouth, already so slick and warm and hungry — and that was another soft laugh from Kalfr as he gently turned her head back toward him, and pressed another kiss to her lips. His mouth just as sweet and thrilling as before, tasting her, consuming her with focused, fervent intensity, while Gaelfr did the same between her legs, his tongue delving deeper into her tender quivering heat. Both of them kissing her together, lavishing her at both ends, at once.
And gods, they even felt the same. Their tongues seeking and stroking in sweet dizzying unison, wrenching the wonder higher,hotter, closer. Until Raye’s thighs were quaking, her mouth gasping, her shaky hands clutching to the silken skin of Kalfr’s shoulders. Fuck, she needed this, she needed them, this was everything,everything—
She crumpled and keened as the relief thudded through her, wrenching her all over, flashing white behind her eyes. While her tender invaded heat wildly spasmed against Gaelfr’s still-kissing mouth, as if kissing him back, greedy and helpless — but Gaelfr smiled as he kept kissing her, and Kalfr was smiling against her mouth, too.
Because — Gaelfr wasn’t stopping. Not even as the spasms slowly ebbed away, fading into shaky little shivers. Instead, he just settled closer, and kept licking, tending, his tongue still tasting, twining, plunging. Even though the sensation was rapidly becoming overwhelming, almost too raw and vivid to bear.
Raye couldn’t hide her whimper, or the way she shrank back toward Kalfr behind her, and in return, Kalfr’s hand slid down, and brushed against Gaelfr’s glossy hair. A question, or maybe a reprimand, but Gaelfr’s glance back up toward him was stubborn, if rather hazier and hungrier than Raye would have expected.
“She yet needs more tending,” he said firmly, through his swollen, shiny lips. “Our pricks well stretched and bruised her today, and she must heal with haste, so we can soon do this again.”
Raye’s whimper sounded more like a moan this time, her body clutching back toward him, to which Gaelfr sharply smiled, and leaned in again. This time slipping further down her crease, into where he had filled her on the altar — and in this moment, despite the still-overpowering sensation wrenching through Raye’s body, it seemed like an unthinkable bargain, far too good to be real. They would fuck her together like that, shatter herfull of that overpowering pleasure, and then they would tend her afterwards, like this? So they could do it all over again?
And Kalfr wasn’t arguing it, either. Instead, he was just watching Gaelfr feast between her legs, his eyes surprisingly indulgent, even fond. His hand had still been on Gaelfr’s head, and now his long fingers were threading easy and familiar through Gaelfr’s hair, too, guiding him deeper between Raye’s legs. A command, surely, but one that only earned Kalfr a heated, appreciative glance up from Gaelfr’s hooded eyes.
Raye felt almost drunk with it now, awash with the dizzy shivering furore, and it belatedly occurred to her hazy, swirling thoughts that Gaelfr was tasting himself on her, there. He’d been tasting both himself and Kalfr on her, all this time, and — he liked that. They both liked that. Kalfr wanted to keep watching him do it, wanted to see Gaelfr kneeling before him, and feasting between their mate’s trembling thighs.
And maybe — maybe this was a kind of power for Kalfr, too. A kind he perhaps hadn’t considered, with Raye boneless and pliant and willing in his arms, writhing helplessly upon hisástvinur’s clever tongue. And already wrenching closer toward another release, oh gods, her too-sensitive body jolting and shivering, both wanting to escape and needing more, more, more —
She arched and shouted as it tore through her, even harder and wilder than before, her body thrusting down toward Gaelfr’s mouth. And Gaelfr’s glance up toward Kalfr was conspiratorial, triumphant, and he chuckled with satisfaction as he settled closer, vibrating yet more impossible pleasure through Raye’s shuddering body, while Kalfr again drew her mouth to his.
After that, it all swarmed together, an endless blistering stream of feverish, anguished euphoria. Raye’s body transformed into something feral and uncontrollable, something that was only capable of one wrenching release after another,while it writhed and whined and begged. Enough that she scarcely noticed when Kalfr tugged her dress open, and drew her breasts out over her chemise, so he and Gaelfr could watch them heave and jiggle, could revel in the sight of her utterly lost, utterly defeated, cut down and conquered by their matching merciless mouths.
“Ach, enough,” Kalfr finally murmured, after yet another release had wracked through Raye’s body, striking so hard that her vision blacked out, and she felt spurts of fresh fluid escaping down her tender, overwrought crease. “And breathe,sæta.”
Sæta. Raye blinked her bleary eyes toward him, even as she fought to obey, to breathe, because — he’d never called her that before, had he? It had always been Gaelfr, just like with almost everything else, but yes, in this moment, it was Kalfr, and he was still smiling at her, with the same fond indulgence from when he’d looked at Gaelfr. As if he was pleased with her. As if he approved.
He even leaned in, pressed another gentle, thrilling kiss to her mouth — and with a tug of his hand in Gaelfr’s hair, he drew him up, too. Drew him up toward Raye’s mouth, so Gaelfr could kiss her there, too. His lips feeling slick and swollen against hers, and tasting not only of her, but of them. Of both of them. All of them.
Raye’s moan quivered against him, her tongue eagerly flicking out to meet his, drinking up the truth of it — and though she whined when he drew away, then came the sight of it, too. Of Kalfr and Gaelfr kissing now, with tongues and teeth, tasting each other, too. Tasting her on them, and between them. Part of them.
And when they pulled apart again, Kalfr’s eyes flickering toward her were even softer than before, his smile slow and warm, his body languid and relaxed. Looking more like theeasy, long-ago Kalfr than Raye had witnessed yet, and the sight clenched in her chest, fluttered her eyes. Her mate. Hermate.
“Was that kiss enough, then?” he asked her, his voice velvety soft, but with a twinge of teasing in it, too. “Or do you yet need more?”
And it was ridiculous, absurd, but Raye — laughed. Laughed, hoarse and shaky and delighted, because it was him,him, and he’d just given her quite possibly the most spectacular pleasure she’d ever felt in her life — and now he was smiling at her, and asking if she wanted more.
“If you give me more, Kalfr,” she breathed, still smiling at him so bright it hurt, “Iwillexplode. Into a million messy pieces, all over your beautiful house.”
It was a stupid reply, surely, borne of the giddiness and exhaustion, but Kalfr was still smiling at her, still with such impossible warmth in his eyes. “Ach, we should not want that, should we, Gael?” he murmured, with a teasing glance toward Gaelfr. “Next time, mayhap.”
Raye couldn’t help a strangled groan —next time, again — and Gaelfr’s grin was wickedly pleased as he heaved himself back up onto the sofa, and settled his heavy arm around Raye’s shoulder. Drawing her back into his side, reassuring and protective, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so good, so calm, so safe.
The exhaustion had begun whispering behind her eyes again, along with a distinct prickle. And as she sank heavier into Gaelfr’s side, she could almost tell herself that there would be a next time. That she could keep doing this. That there wasn’t an enemy coming, even now, to their door. And that Kalfr wasn’t still planning to sacrifice himself to another woman. A woman who wanted to steal him away from her and Svein, in the worst way possible…
Please, goddess, Raye’s thoughts whispered, a silent desperate hope.Please, save us. Please, let this be mine, forever.
40
The orcs began to arrive early the next morning.
Raye jerked awake at the sound of the banging at the door, only to discover she was still lying on the sofa — or rather, on Gaelfr, her body sprawled over his bulky sleeping form. But Kalfr was already up, and he gave a light, meaningful pat to Gaelfr’s arm as he strode past the sofa toward the door.
“Time to wake,” he said. “Our new band is here.”
Their new band was here? Already? Raye blinked at Gaelfr’s equally bewildered face, and then quickly shoved off the sofa together with him, and straightened out her dress. And when they rushed over to join Kalfr at the door, his jaw was tight, and his eyes on the closed door were uneasy. Apprehensive. Grim.
It was a stark difference from the night before, when he’d been so warm, so generous, so pleased. And did that mean… did he regret it? Did he regret what they’d done together?
