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quivered before him.
He obliged, cupping his hands around it.
“Now do to it what you were doing to my tongue,” I begged him, no matter how much I tried to make it into a command.
He hesitated only a moment before capturing me with the hot ring of his mouth. I groaned again and its echo in my head reminded me the beast felt all I felt, shared all I did.
He swallowed more of me and, lifting his eyes deliberately to mine, began to suck. I gasped, pulling at his hair, knowing he watched the exquisite joy building on my face. But this first time was supposed to be about Beau. And there were other places my staff belonged.
Chapter 16
Gareth / Beau
What Marrok asked of me held no surprise. I had come upon couples before, had heard the intimate details of my brothers’ conquests.
What did surprise me was how the slightly salty taste of him, the sweated smell of him and the extraordinary feel of him ignited me. How his exquisite pleasure became mine simply by sharing through his eyes. How being the instrument to his bliss made my own staff ache with desire.
I wrapped my arms about his corded thighs, gripping his hard flanks and rocking him closer, my teeth raking against him as I devoured the length of him, urging him on.
Then his strong hands were on my shoulders. I braced to support him, but he pushed me away, withdrawing. He was glistening and hard yet. My own staff faltered fearing I had disappointed him.
When he squatted beside me he was tense, shaking. The hand he laid on my cheek trembled. “Are you ready?” he whispered. “Because I am. Because I’ve never been more ready.”
I blinked.
He made a sound that was half-laugh, half-snarl. “For me to be inside you. To finish in there what we started out here.”
I nodded. I was ready for anything if it meant I could touch him again, see him roused again, share his pleasure, even his pain.
He dropped a hand to my staff, circling it, brushing his thumb across its tip as it obediently filled his wide grip. His other hand snaked to the back of my neck, urging me forward and down.
I lay on my stomach, the hard fist of him between me and the blanket. I pressed into his hand.
Then Marrok was straddling me, pinning me to the ground.
My body’s reaction was swift, tensing and bucking. I fought it down. I had promised Marrok control. I would cede it to him now.
On top of me, Marrok growled as he rode out my tantrum. Beneath me, his hand squeezed overtight, the pleasure of his touch rapidly turning to pain, though where one started and the other left off I couldn’t tell.
At last my body went still, accepting. “Don’t stop,” I panted, pled.
At my ear, Marrok answered. “I never planned to.”
He spread my flanks with his free hand and I felt him prodding, searching.
Then I felt his lips gentle against my cheek and his other hand began a slow and rhythmic squeeze that teased me to distraction. “Relax,” he encouraged, though how that was possible I didn’t know.
He prodded again and I opened for him. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust in, fast and sure. There was one moment of exquisite pain, fled just as rapidly that, coupled with the insistent activity he continued below, quickly turned to a pleasure like none I’d ever known.
I gasped as he moved inside me, his first tentative thrusts quickening till he was pounding me from within. I moved with him, unable to do more for him than clutch at the arm he held beneath me. As he neared his peak, he sank his teeth into the back of my neck. He shuddered, and hot seed rushed into me. Locked in Marrok’s grip my own staff fountained into the blanket below.
We lay together like that—Marrok in me still, his teeth and hand on me yet—until the abbey bells rang out the Office of Terce and recalled us to ourselves.
Chapter 17
Lyn
I slept with the servant girls in a crowded room, though out of respect for my station they did accord me a mattress of my own. It wasn’t they who kept me up half the
He obliged, cupping his hands around it.
“Now do to it what you were doing to my tongue,” I begged him, no matter how much I tried to make it into a command.
He hesitated only a moment before capturing me with the hot ring of his mouth. I groaned again and its echo in my head reminded me the beast felt all I felt, shared all I did.
He swallowed more of me and, lifting his eyes deliberately to mine, began to suck. I gasped, pulling at his hair, knowing he watched the exquisite joy building on my face. But this first time was supposed to be about Beau. And there were other places my staff belonged.
Chapter 16
Gareth / Beau
What Marrok asked of me held no surprise. I had come upon couples before, had heard the intimate details of my brothers’ conquests.
What did surprise me was how the slightly salty taste of him, the sweated smell of him and the extraordinary feel of him ignited me. How his exquisite pleasure became mine simply by sharing through his eyes. How being the instrument to his bliss made my own staff ache with desire.
I wrapped my arms about his corded thighs, gripping his hard flanks and rocking him closer, my teeth raking against him as I devoured the length of him, urging him on.
Then his strong hands were on my shoulders. I braced to support him, but he pushed me away, withdrawing. He was glistening and hard yet. My own staff faltered fearing I had disappointed him.
When he squatted beside me he was tense, shaking. The hand he laid on my cheek trembled. “Are you ready?” he whispered. “Because I am. Because I’ve never been more ready.”
I blinked.
He made a sound that was half-laugh, half-snarl. “For me to be inside you. To finish in there what we started out here.”
I nodded. I was ready for anything if it meant I could touch him again, see him roused again, share his pleasure, even his pain.
He dropped a hand to my staff, circling it, brushing his thumb across its tip as it obediently filled his wide grip. His other hand snaked to the back of my neck, urging me forward and down.
I lay on my stomach, the hard fist of him between me and the blanket. I pressed into his hand.
Then Marrok was straddling me, pinning me to the ground.
My body’s reaction was swift, tensing and bucking. I fought it down. I had promised Marrok control. I would cede it to him now.
On top of me, Marrok growled as he rode out my tantrum. Beneath me, his hand squeezed overtight, the pleasure of his touch rapidly turning to pain, though where one started and the other left off I couldn’t tell.
At last my body went still, accepting. “Don’t stop,” I panted, pled.
At my ear, Marrok answered. “I never planned to.”
He spread my flanks with his free hand and I felt him prodding, searching.
Then I felt his lips gentle against my cheek and his other hand began a slow and rhythmic squeeze that teased me to distraction. “Relax,” he encouraged, though how that was possible I didn’t know.
He prodded again and I opened for him. Seizing the opportunity, he thrust in, fast and sure. There was one moment of exquisite pain, fled just as rapidly that, coupled with the insistent activity he continued below, quickly turned to a pleasure like none I’d ever known.
I gasped as he moved inside me, his first tentative thrusts quickening till he was pounding me from within. I moved with him, unable to do more for him than clutch at the arm he held beneath me. As he neared his peak, he sank his teeth into the back of my neck. He shuddered, and hot seed rushed into me. Locked in Marrok’s grip my own staff fountained into the blanket below.
We lay together like that—Marrok in me still, his teeth and hand on me yet—until the abbey bells rang out the Office of Terce and recalled us to ourselves.
Chapter 17
Lyn
I slept with the servant girls in a crowded room, though out of respect for my station they did accord me a mattress of my own. It wasn’t they who kept me up half the
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