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My fingers went to her sopping pussy, sinking inside easily as she did what I told her.
“I’ve never wanted tae be restrained before, but it’s looking more appealing by the second,” Kai admitted. “Goddess, gem. You’re beautiful.”
Wanting to maintain control of the scene but also desperate to get my hands dirty—well, my face dirty, if we’re being honest—I laid down a new order. “He only gets your mouth until you come, sweet girl. So take as long as you’d like, but don’t let him finish.”
Tor’s thighs were trembling with the effort it took not to buck his hips. I recognized that need. I’d felt it more than once.
Releasing her hair, I sat back on my heels so I could replace my fingers with what I really wanted. “Arch that beautiful arse back for me. Give me access to you like I need.”
As soon as she did, I buried my face in her dripping center, sucking and licking her like I was working to win a medal. She may want to edge Tor, but I was going to make her finish come hell or high water.
At first she rocked into me, chasing the pleasure I was offering, but as her climax crested, she attempted to squirm away.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I tutted, the vibrations of my voice rolling over her slick flesh. “You’re not going anywhere, love. We’re just getting started.”
Then I shifted my position so that my hands were banded around her thighs, locking her into place. There was no squirming away now. Not on my watch.
She whimpered around Tor’s dick, and he bit out a string of curses.
“Finish him off or let him go, darling. Your choice.”
Her walls fluttered as I drew the orgasm on and on until she released Tor’s length and begged me to stop. It was the perfect torture for all of us. I, myself, was painfully aroused, dying to be inside her.
“Stop, oh God, stop, Cas. You’re killing me.”
“But what a way to go, right, sweet girl?”
Tor growled and thrashed under his restraints. “Enough of this. I need you, Kærasta.”
I smirked as the thought of what we could do next flickered to life in my mind. “Go on, love. Ride your Viking to the finish line. I want to see you take his cock.”
“And what are you going to do?” she asked, looking back at me.
“Me? I think you mean we, darling. What are we going to do?” Then I winked. “Guess you’ll just have to mount up and find out.”
Her eyes widened.
“Do you trust your captain, Dahlia?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Chapter
Thirty-One
TOR
Freya’s heaving bosom, I had no idea how I’d managed to last through that without giving in to my beast or at least finding release. Dahlia’s mouth was the sweetest torture, its wet heat a near perfect imitation of her silky cunt. Except, of course, for the teeth. That was something else entirely. The occasional scrape of her teeth along my shaft sent a thrill through me. It was the ultimate tease for a man who thrived on danger. Knowing she could either bring me immense pleasure or indescribable pain with one snap decision. Fuck, my balls throbbed at the thought.
I pulled on the shadows restraining me and flicked my stare to Hades, who was watching with rapt attention. He simply shook his head. I wouldn’t be released until our mate said so. I eyed the smoky tendrils with interest. They looked immaterial but were stronger than any metal I’d ever come across, with the added benefit of causing no discomfort. At least it was no true hardship, being at my mate’s mercy.
Dahlia’s palm pressed to my sternum, right over my tattoo, bringing my focus back to her.
“Tor?” she whispered.
“Take me, beauty.”