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Heat bloomed anew on my cheeks, embarrassment winding itself around a thorn of perverse carnal delight.

I wanted more.

“And I for her.” He stalked toward me, the head of his cock drawing my eye as he moved. When he reached me, he plucked me from The Raven and drew me into his arms, my bound hands wrapping around his neck. “I would have you now my lady, if you like?”

I whimpered, nodding and nearly begging. The loss of sensation and the dichotomy between the sweetness of Brittle Spear and the shameless filth of The Raven was a cocktail so overwhelming that the more I had, the more I craved. The chill at my back felt like razors peeling my skin from me more brutally than The Raven could have ever been down in the dark.

Brittle Spear was wrapped around me, returning me to the massive oaken bed. But I shivered with need, anxiousness, nervousness, and the ravenous cold of being parted from The Raven, who watched the pair of us as we fell to the bed.

Brittle Spear’s hands caressed each deep healing slice that The Raven had left in my skin with a frown. The softness of his fingers felt like a balm to each wound.

“Would that I could take this pain from you, my lady.”

“She enjoyed it.” The hiss was directly behind me as he nudged apart Brittle Spear’s knees so he could get closer. “Didn’t you, my little cock-starved bug? Tell him how you squirmed and panted and begged me to use you. Every time I pounded up into you, I was terrified I’d break you, but you fucking loved it. Didn’t you, little bug?”

A wry, sensual smirk was curling into Brittle Spear’s beautiful face, and he cradled me to his chest so he could lavish the skin of my throat with nips and sucking kisses. “Do you like the games The Raven plays, my lady?”

I was lost between the push and pull of the two extremes, the brutality of The Raven and the softness of Brittle Spear’s. They danced me back and forth with such expert care, giving me small bites and morsels from each flavor of debauchery that I so deeply desired.

I could drown in the sea of conflicting and perfectly paired feelings each gave, but there was one buoy above it all that kept pulling me to the surface, held me above the sucking abyss that threatened to take me completely. It was the soft rumbling of The Raven at my back reminding me that, while Brittle Spear might have been saying all the right things and plucking my strings like a master harpist, it was he who had truly created an effervescence in my blood that kept me hooked even when I didn’t want it to.

Black leather gloves pinched my cheeks hard enough to cut the inside of one on one of my teeth. “His Highness asked you a question, little bug. You can’t possibly be so drunk on euphoria that you can’t answer him. So, answer him.”

Oh, but I could be so absolutely drunk on euphoria that I couldn’t answer him because all I wanted was to be tossed between them over and over again until there was nothing left of me but a puddle in the middle of the bed.

I gathered up the discarded sticks and twigs of my good sense and nodded in a moan as Brittle Spear found a fresher slice than the others and dug his fingertip into the wound.

The moan tapered off into a whimpering, pleading sound as errant strands of glistening drool slipped past the leather gag to slide down my chin and across my breasts.

“Mmmm, messy girl,” purred Brittle Spear as he sat up, pushing me back further into The Raven. The heat of his tongue chased the line of drool from the flesh of one breast, up my chest, across my collar bone, to the curve of my wide-open mouth that he kissed tenderly. “I plan to make you much . . . much messier before I am done with you.”

His whispered promise sent shivers racing through me, and I watched his midnight eyes searched for the answer as to whether he could make good on that. Something told me he could and more when the teasing grin on his face was sharp enough to cut the rope being tightened over my head.

Inch by inch, my arms were pulled up and over me until I was barely able to kneel without putting stress on my shoulders. My fingers flexed and strained, wishing I could touch. Wishing I could taste. Wishing I had everything to pour into this. Wishing I could pull The Raven further into this twisted tryst he had planned.

“Fuck, she looks so good like that, Captain. Completely at our mercy. Positively dripping with need for us.” Ard Tiarna Brittle Spear traced a line up my inner thigh, stopping short of exactly where I wanted his touch. I whimpered again, shifting my hips to try to chase his finger begging him silently to touch me more. The finger he pulled away was drenched in my arousal. He let me see how soaked I truly was before looking behind me to The Raven. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

The Raven rumbled his ascent, but Brittle Spear was not satisfied until he leaned across me, and I heard the wet slurps of The Raven sucking me from Brittle Spear’s finger. I tried to turn my head to see, but I couldn’t get enough of an angle. I wanted to see the way he reacted, wanted to watch him enjoy it as Brittle Spear had.

“Fuck, little bug,” he breathed into my ear as satisfied Brittle Spear lay back down and began shimmying me down his hips. “One day, I will spend a week buried between your thighs and drown in you.”

His attention turned to the positioning Brittle Spear. “Use her slutty little hole good and hard, Brittle Spear.”

I felt the length of Brittle Spear slide through the ocean of my dripping wet lips, and I groaned, tilting my head back to lay it on The Raven. But he had already moved and was retreating from the two of us, taking the rope with him as he pulled it taut. I was forced to rise, or I’d have my arms pulled from the sockets.

Brittle Spear notched the rigged head of his cock at my entrance and hissed with delight. “I can’t wait to feel you taking every last inch of me, my Pearl.”

I strained, trying to pull down on the rope, trying to let myself sink onto the thick length of him, but that damned rope kept me from dropping more than an inch onto him. Brittle Spear and I both whimpered with need as I took advantage of every single bit of him I was allowed, rocking and swirling my hips as I used muscles alone to thrust him up into me. It was just enough to crest the flexing greedy ring of my pussy. Just enough to make me ache for more as drool began streaming from the corners of my mouth.

“Raven!”

Brittle Spear spit his name like it was a curse, mirroring exactly what I was feeling the intense pressure and need building at the denial of more when we were on the precipice of indulging fully.

“Beg for it, Highness . . . since she cannot. Beg for her.” He had come around the other side of the bed and was standing at the edge so close to us that if I had my hands free, I could reach out and draw him into a deep, frustrated kiss.

“Your games are cruel, Raven. You bring to me a goddess and tease me with her cunt? I need to have her. Look at how she’s flooding my cock. She needs to have me. Let her down so I can fuck her, please. I’ll go mad if I don’t!”

The Raven clucked in the back of his throat and stroked the side of my cheek with the back of his gloved hand. “You still beg prettier, little bug.”