Page 71 of Kiss of Embers
Both men groaned. My pussy spasmed as Finn’s cock slid deeper inside me. Finn gasped as Struan’s thrust rocked him forward.
“Tight,” Struan gritted out. He stroked Finn’s hip. “You okay?”
Finn grunted. “Aye. Fuck. Good.”
Struan met my gaze over Finn’s shoulder. “We’ve reduced him to monosyllables. I don’t think that’s ever happened.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Finn grumbled.
“Spoke too soon.”
“Struan…” Finn growled.
Struan laughed, but he did as he was told, his hands tight on Finn’s hips as he began to move. Every thrust drove Finn’s cock deeper inside me, cranking my lust higher. Pinned beneath them, I was completely helpless, my body splayed open for their pleasure. It was wicked and over the top. And I understood why the other Firstborn Races warned their daughters against getting caught up with dragons.
Because this was dangerous, this pleasure. It flooded me, pumping hot between my legs as Struan moved faster, his cock in Finn’s ass pushing Finn’s cock so deep inside me I couldn’t catch my breath. I moaned, gripping the sheets as my pussy clamped hard.
“That’s it,” Struan grunted. “Let go.”
I didn’t know if he spoke to me or Finn. Maybe it was both. But it didn’t matter. The three of us were the same, our bodies moving in a perfect rhythm. The pressure between my legs climbed higher. Finn shifted, lifting slightly and then thrusting deeper. Eyes locked with mine, he growled as his hips slapped mine and Struan’s hips slapped his ass.
“Too good,” Struan rasped. “Can’t hold out.” He threw his head back on a roar, his body shaking. His release tipped Finn over the edge, sending him crashing into me in one final, bone-jarring thrust.
That was all it took. I flew over the cliff, a scream ripping from me as pleasure burst like a dam. I clung to Finn, tremblingas the tempest took me. I ground my clit shamelessly against the cock inside me, gobbling up pleasure. And I shouldn’t haveneededit so much, not after all the others. But I did, my muscles squeezing and releasing. My toes curled. The arches in my feet cramped as every part of me compressed and contracted.
At some point, I floated, my eyelids too heavy to lift. But I didn’t need to rouse. I was safe. Protected.
Lips touched my cheek, my forehead, the corners of my eyes. A hot tongue licked at my tears. No,twotongues. Two sets of everything. Two men. Two lovers. And, finally, two soft, deep voices soothing me to sleep in a lyrical brogue.
“Ours, Zara,” they whispered. “Always ours.”
Chapter
Twenty
FINN
“Anybody home?”
My eyes flew open. I leapt from the bed, landing on my feet before the man outside the tent finished his sentence.
Struan and Zara were up just as quickly, their gazes on the tent’s opening. Zara yanked a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her.
I pulled a knife from the nightstand beside the bed. “Who are you?” I demanded. “State your business.”
“Galen of House Baudelaire. I’m here to release you from prison.” He paused. “From the smell of it, seems like you’re pretty happy in there, though.”
Struan growled. Zara looked like she dearly wished for the floor to open beneath her.
I moved closer to the opening. “Come in. Hands up. One wrong move, witch, and I’ll return you to your house in a box.”
“Asmallone,” Struan grated.
Galen ducked through the flaps, his palms raised in a gesture of surrender. His lips twitched as he straightened. “Anadmirable threat, but I assure you that no one in my house would mourn.”
“You’re kidding,” Struan said flatly.
Zara stepped forward, looking like the definition of sex with whisker rashes on her neck and her hair tumbling down her back. “You said you’d release us from this prison. If you can do that, you’re the one who created the curse in the first place.”