Page 90 of Revenant

Keeping myself propped up on my elbows, I anxiously await his first touch, but all I get is the skate of air from his exhale. Finally, he leans down, and I was expecting a gentle swipe of his tongue, teasing my opening before ravishing me completely.

Boy was I wrong.

Elias attacks my throbbing core, without mercy, and my head falls back instantly, a moan erupting out of me without permission. Elias chuckles against my sensitive flesh, amused that he can elicit such a reaction. His tongue presses against my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure before flicking it with the tip, causing my hips to jerk.

His lips close around the bundle of nerves, sucking with torturous precision before plunging two fingers inside me.

I moan from the sudden intrusion. “Jesus.” His fingers fill me more than mine ever did. Not giving me a moment to adjust, he pulls them out before slamming them back deep into my core, timing it perfectly as he curves his fingers and sinks his fangs into my thigh.

I gasp from the slight pierce of pain, but it immediately dissipates with the overwhelming euphoria.

“This is torture.” My eyes peel back, locking with Koen, who looks like he’s seconds away from jumping through the screen.

“She tastes like bad decisions and divinity,” Elias comments.

Koen lets out a low growl from across the room, and Elias pulls back so he can look at the mess that’s happening between my legs. Elias stands, removing his pants while his hard dick stands on end. I gulp at the sight, squeezing my legs together as he strokes himself with his head kicked back in pleasure.

“Fucking hell.” Koen grumbles from the other end, swiping a hand down his face while adjusting his aching cock that’s pitching a tent in his boxers. “Alicent, love, please.”

I almost cave, knowing if roles were reversed, I’m not sure I’d be able to keep my hands idle. But the anguish on his face, the yearning that he wants this as much as I do, is the only thing keeping me from giving him the okay.

Guess depending on my partner, part of me enjoys being in control.

“Beg for it and I might,” I fire back, loving how I feel with the power I possess over him. It’s intoxicating, and something I think I could very easily get addicted to.

“Don’t give in so easily, kitten. Let the torture commence. After all, we’re just getting started.” Elias grabs me by my ankle and turns me over in one swift motion.

A shocked gasp escapes me. “What are you doing?”

“Giving him a show,” Elias teases, slapping my ass before repositioning me so I’m lying horizontally across the bed, giving Koen full access to whatever activities we’re about to partake in.

Elias positions himself behind me, both of his hands gripping my hips with a punishing promise as he angles me higher. His thumbs find their way to my crease, before spreading my hidden hole bare for his eyes only.

“Don’t even think about it,” I tell him. I’ve never let anyone fuck me there, and I’m not sure I’m ready to start.

He chuckles, spitting on my tight rim before smoothing it over with his finger. “In time, kitten.” He leans down, his face inches away from my opening, the feel of his hot breath on my center almost becoming too much to bear.

I turn my head, locking eyes with Koen as Elias’s tongue dives into my opening, curling in a way that causes me to push back into the feeling. Koen grabs the phone, holding it closer to his face as if he’s going to miss a frame.

Elias pulls back, his fingers finding my throbbing clit while his other palm smacks against my already red cheek. “How long do you think until he folds?”

“He won’t. Not unless I say so.”

“You seem so confident.”

Normally I wouldn’t be, but given he hasn’t so much as reached for himself yet, I think it’s safe to say he’s going to be a good boy.

Elias lines himself up with my center, the tip probing at the opening like he’s waiting for permission. My hands fist the sheets, preparing myself for the intrusion. Elias plunges into me, unknowing I’m still sore from Bastian or that my body needs to adjust. A guttural cry leaves me, my eyes still locked on Koen as Elias stalls at the hilt, physically unable to go any further.

“Breathe for me, kitten,” Elias coos, sounding like it’s taking everything in him to not do it again.

“I can feel you in my throat,” I manage.

Koen whimpers. “I want to be in your throat.” My pussy clenches at his admission, and Elias’s grip on my hips intensifies.

“You’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet.” He pulls out before slamming into me again. “Watch Koen. Watch the torture you’re causing him. Forcing him to watch you take my cock like a good little witch.” His words cause pleasure to shoot straight to my core.

“That’s right, love, sink into him. Show me how much you want to come.” Koen’s words are like fuel to a blazing inferno, and I start moving back against Elias, matching his rhythm until my spine begins to tingle.