Page 82 of Their War

I chuckled. Running my nose along her neck, letting the warmth from my breath raise more goosebumps, wringing a shiver from her. “Oh, my Queen. If you think you can goad me into rushing this, you’re sadly mistaken. I plan to take my time with you. Brannoc and I are going to make you come so hard and so many times that you won’t walk straight for a week.”

I let my teeth bite down on her neck where it met the shoulder, just hard enough to earn a gasp from her but not hard enough to leave any marks. Just as she relaxed into the touch from me, I swung again, slapping her other cheek.

“Mother fucker!” she cried out, but before she could say anything else, Brannoc’s mouth found her nipple again, my own hand finding her clit at the same time. I smirked with satisfaction at the moan that crashed through the silence, certain that she could be heard clearly by the others.

That’s right, boys, this is how you please our woman. Brannoc’s eyes met mine again, a smile clear in his expression even though his mouth was busy. He dropped to his knees, his lips skimming across Rhowyn’s flat stomach, her muscles rippling as I continued to circle her clit, brushing it inconsistently and keeping her from her peak. Her head tilted down as Brannoc paused on his knees before her.

“Look at him, Rhowyn,” I instructed her. “That’s the face of a man who is completely under your spell, who would do anything for you. And right now, what this man wants is to send you over the edge. Do you want that?” I asked her, letting my words hang there long enough for her passion-clouded mind to process.

“Yes,” she whispered, her chest heaving as she hovered on the edge, desperate for release.

“Yes, what?” I growled out, my other hand finding her nipple and pinching it. She gasped and rocked back into me.

“Yes, Sir,” she panted, her hips thrusting forward, trying to increase the pressure of my touch.

“Good girl,” I told her, sucking her earlobe into my mouth as Brannoc’s mouth found her opening, his tongue thrusting deep inside of her. She moaned loudly, earning a groan from Brannoc as he held her thighs in a futile attempt to hold her still.

“So fucking delicious,” Brannoc rasped against her slickened skin.

Taking the opportunity, I dipped a finger into her pussy. “So fucking wet, my Queen.”

I pulled my finger from her, letting Brannoc resume his feast. I pushed my finger into her mouth, and she sucked her own juices. The soft suction of her mouth and the feel of her tongue threatened to leave me coming too soon. Unable to stand more, I pulled my finger from her mouth and turned her head harshly to the side, just far enough for me to kiss her.

Her taste exploded across my tongue, and I moaned into her mouth. “You taste so fucking good,” I praised her. “That’s my good girl, so fucking wet.”

My words had the intended effect as I watched Brannoc drive her right up to the edge, hovering and desperate to crash. I pinched her nipple again, harder this time as I said, “Come for me like the good girl you are.” And she did, her hips rolling and thrusting, riding Brannoc’s tongue as he continued to wring as much pleasure from her as he could. I reveled in the sight of her flushed chest, heaving as she gasped for air, the tiny twinges as she finally came down with a sigh, and the way she melted into us. Completely limp and dependent on us to keep her from falling. Even though we’d all already fallen hard for her, I could only hope she’d eventually reciprocate those same feelings.

I leaned in to whisper into her ear, her eyes fluttering at the feel of my breath against her skin. “We’re not done with you yet, my Queen. We’re just getting started.” Little did she know that I meant these words in more than one way. I had a feeling I would never be done with her.

Chapter Forty Eight: Rhowyn

My core clenched at the promise in Arryn’s words, though the rest of me was still limp after that earth-shattering climax. I never thought I’d be into the pain and domination that Arryn promised, but with him, the more he gave me, the more I wanted from him.

At this point, I was putty in his hands, both literally and figuratively. He bent slightly, sweeping me up into his arms, because there was no way I could walk, much less stand in this moment. He carried me over to the bed, Brannoc rising to his feet and following us. With a toss, I landed gracelessly on the mattress, bouncing slightly. I tried to sit up, brushing my hair back out of my face now that I was no longer on the verge of sleep; however, I didn’t get far. Arryn’s hand on my shoulder kept me in place, his eyes sweeping over me and my exposed flesh.

I looked at them, frustrated that both of them were still fully dressed, and the sight of their cocks jutting against their pants. I smirked, knowing that they were just as eager to be inside me as I wanted them to be.

“What’s that look for?” Arryn asked, cocking his head to the side and narrowing his eyes at me in suspicion.

“Oh, nothing,” I said with false sincerity and sweetness as my hand drifted down my stomach. I let my legs fall open, giving them both a clear view of everything downstairs, their eyes glued to me. Feeling brave, I did something I had never done before in front of others. I traced my clit with a finger, gasping in pleasure, my body still sensitive after coming. My finger circled my clit, then dipped into my opening, finding my G-spot immediately, the fleshy nub engorged and ready for stimulation. Instinct had me wanting to close my eyes, but I kept them open, focused on their reaction. As I stroked my G-spot slowly, I let a moan slip from me, earning a groan from Brannoc. Arryn just smirked at me, not rising to the bait.

“Are you having fun?” he asked me.

“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned out. “Lots.”

“Did you hear that, Brannoc? She thinks that her finger is enough to satisfy her. Apparently, she’s forgotten how good we can make her come with our cocks.”

“Hmm…Seems a shame,” Brannoc replied, his eyes still glued to my hand as my core clenched around my finger.

As much bravado as I had, I was desperate to feel one of them inside me, filling me up. Arryn was right, my finger was not enough. I needed them, but there was no way I would admit that to Arryn now. I’d never hear the end of it.

“How do you think we should rectify this situation?” Brannoc asked, feigning nonchalance.

Arryn smirked deviously. “I might have an idea or two. Get undressed,” he instructed Brannoc, who did as he was told, revealing his lean, hard body to me, inch by inch. My tongue darted out, licking my lips as I watched him slowly remove his shirt and then his pants, his cock bouncing slightly as it was finally freed from its prison.

Brannoc stepped forward until his thighs met the mattress, his cock bobbing only an inch from my face. All thoughts of pleasuring myself vanished from my mind as I started to roll onto my side, ready to take him into my mouth and repay the favor.

A slap on my ass had me rolling back over with an, “Ow!” I glared at Arryn. “What the fuck was that for?”