Page 47 of Battle Fluke
Hell if Honour knew, but there was one thing she was sure about, she wanted to make it happen. Honour wrapped an arm around Kyree’s side, holding her close and steady as she and Hudson continued to pleasure Kyree in tandem.
“Honour.” Kyree gasped. She moaned. “Hudson.”
“We’re not stopping until you’re good and spent,” Hudson said, confident that they’d be able to accomplish that. Honour was pretty sure that’d happen too, but then again, she didn’t necessarily want them to be spent. She wanted to stay wrapped together in their little pod for far longer than they had time.
Kyree spluttered, words failing to reach her lips. She squeezed against Honour’s fingers, and Hudson giggled, finally getting what she wanted. She didn’t stop teasing Kyree, though. Honour had paused her ministrations, but Hudson continued. Kyree’s body twitched in their arms, her tail stiffening before relaxing finally.
Honour snagged Hudson’s hand and pulled it away from Kyree to give her a moment’s rest. Kyree was so lax in their arms as they fawned over her, soft touches and kisses as she floated between them. Honour checked on Kyree multiple times, flicking her gaze to Hudson every once in a while with a smile on her lips. She never would have guessed that today would turn to this, that they would be here, in the middle of the ocean, together.
“Just what you needed, huh?” Hudson said.
Honour furrowed her brow. “What are you talking about?”
“A damn good distraction.” Hudson’s eyes widened and her laugh was infectious.
“Is that all this is to you?” Honour asked. She doubted Hudson’s answer, even though she knew what it would be. Some fear niggled its way into the back of her mind, telling her that Hudson hadn’t meant any of this. They were simply two more of her playthings that she could toy with for a while.
“Hardly,” Hudson answered, her voice full of arousal. “Did you get what you needed from Milan?”
Kyree nodded. She straightened her body, stretching her muscles, and she leaned her back against Honour’s front, reaching up behind her to caress the back of Honour’s neck.Honour glanced down, noting her breasts, the way they looked fuller now than they had before, her peaked nipples, and then the glinting stone that sat right between them.
“A soul stone,” Honour murmured.
“The last one that Milan had.” Kyree stared at Hudson, who reached out and ran a finger in a circle around the stone and then around each of Kyree’s nipples.
“It’s cracked,” Hudson commented.
Honour immediately reached up and snagged the stone into her palm. A large crack ran through the center of it, held together only by the metal winding around the two pieces to form into the necklace that Kyree wore.
“It is.” Kyree sounded so sad.
Would the crack affect how it worked? Was it broken completely?
“And I have no idea which soul it contains, if it still contains one.” Kyree covered Honour’s hand with her own, cupping the stone.
Electricity flowed from the stone into Honour’s hand, up her wrist, and into her arm. Something was there, that was for sure, so she wasn’t convinced it was completely broken. At least not yet, not until they had a chance to try it out.
Hudson hummed, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention to the stone anymore. She was smoothing her hand over Kyree’s side, and then Honour’s. Honour stared into her pale blue eyes and raised an eyebrow at Hudson.
“Are you not finished yet?”
“I thought I was…” Hudson’s lips twitched upward. “But watching you and Kyree—I think I need just a little more.”
“Little my ass.” Honour barked out a laugh. “I’d love to watch you and Kyree, the same as you watched. If you don’t mind, Kyree.”
“Mind?” Kyree’s voice squeaked, but she looked from Hudson to Honour, and her face blossomed into a huge smile. “I’d love to.”
Without hesitating, Kyree moved from Honour’s arms and grasped onto Hudson’s hips. She bent her head and pressed her mouth immediately against Hudson’s slit. Well, there was no waiting or teasing on that one. Honour eyed both of them with rapt attention. Hudson tossed back her head, her golden hair shimmering behind her as she closed her eyes and raised her face to the surface of the water.
She moved her hands over her breasts, teasing herself while Kyree planted her face more firmly against Hudson’s tail and slit. This was golden. Honour could feel her own body begging to be touched and teased again, but she would deny herself this time. They didn’t have the extra minutes in the day to spend longer with each other, and she had a feeling that Hudson was already raring to go. She would be if she’d been the one to watch everything else happen after that first intense orgasm.
“Yes!” Hudson shouted, her voice echoing through the rock cliff they were pressed against.
Honour could understand the sentiment now. She’d never experienced anything quite like that, and she couldn’t for the life of her understand why it wasn’t something practiced in Reine, or by the sounds of it according to Hudson, any upper sounding tribes. Why wouldthatof all things be something they abandoned during the great divide?
“Don’t stop,” Hudson keened, pulling Kyree’s head closer to her.
They kept sliding back in the water, moving with Hudson’s undulations and the pressure of Kyree against her. Honour bit her lip and did the only thing she could think of. Swimming up behind Hudson, she pressed her body fully to Hudson’s and provided enough counter pressure to keep them still.