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Then we nap. A long, deep sleep, so deep I can’t remember the world I left, only this place that is my home forever more.

Chapter47

Bianca

When I wake, Pennie’s hot erection nudges me from behind and it’s definitely time to play. I reach with my mind and awaken Bastien’s cock. He moans sleepily in response, groggy but pleased to feel my inner touch.

“Turn over,” I whisper and Bastien immediately obeys, wearing a sexy grin, his feathers adorably mussed.

To Pennie, who is lazily kissing my neck, even licking me with his steamy tongue, I tease, “Doyouneed a safe word?”

Archie’s guttural snores announce that he’s still in dreamland, which is probably for the best.

Pennie’s grey eyes flicker as I turn toward him, while simultaneously backing into Bastien and his stiff cock and wandering hands. “Doyouneed a safe word with me? Yes, I’m at your command, within reason, but I’m not the submissive type, my Lady. As you already know.”

I brush my fingers over his glistening cheeks, enjoying the texture of his rough and smooth skin and scales. “I want youexactlyas you are.” I sigh as his potent gaze summons goosebumps that sweep over me. Struggling to organize my scattering thoughts, I say, “I’m excited to discover all the different shades of who you are and who you want us to be to each other. I know I’ll never be disappointed in you, Pennie. I know I can trust you to take control.”

I feel my cheeks flush. “But, if you’re okay with it, I have an idea of what I’d like to do right now.”

Pennie holds me with his unyielding attention for a long moment and then kisses me deeply, his tongue owning me. “Tell me,” he demands while running his tongue over my lips, sharing his decadently rich flavor.

“One thing first,” I stammer breathily. “I’m touching you and kissing you, and I plan to lick you like an ice cream cone on a scorching summer day.” His indescribable taste is already affecting me, creating that insatiable fire inside me that’s already frantically searching for more fuel. I shake my head, attempting to clear my thoughts. “Are we likely to end up in bed for more than a day? I really don’t want to miss our chance to see the queen.”

Pennie’s hand moves behind my neck, holding firmly while sharing his approval by staring at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever beheld. Then, immobilized by his strength, he takes my mouth again, kissing me with more fervor while Bastien grinds against my butt in a way that inspires all sorts of shivers—especially given my raunchy intentions.

Pennie can’t seem to get enough of me, but finally, he answers, “You aren’t immune to my oil’s effect, but we should be able to control ourselves since this isn’t our first time.” Another kiss, his tongue dueling with mine, his sinfully steamy hand moving along my bare skin, my breasts, my neck. “Tell me what you desire.”

“You and Bastien at the same time,” I moan between unsteady breaths. “When you’re inside me, I’m going to see what I can do with Archie’s cock, hopefully whileLord PrissyPantsis sleeping. It’s only fair… he was deliciously dreamy with me while I slept.”

The coals within Pennie flash with both light and heat. His sheen instantly thickens, its shimmer luring me to finally run my hands over him and then raise my fingers to my mouth. I lick and then suck my ring finger, while staring directly into his lustful gaze.

In a barely restrained growl, Pennie asks, “Are you certain you’re ready for us?”

I nip his lip and then lick it, while arching into him. “I’m sure I’m ready to try. I have control over Bastien, so I can ease my way into him and your…” I lean and taste Pennie’s neck, gathering more of his divine richness. “… oil should help with Archie’s size.” I give a little shrug. “We’ll see how it goes. I know I trust you and that I’ll feel better when we’re all connected. And someday, Nico too.”

Bastien’s feathered hands glide along my back as Pennie studies me, seemingly seeing through me to the heart of who I wish to be. Then he kisses me with the intensity of a monster who’s lost control. There’s an edge to Pennie that’s infinitely tempting and worthy of much exploration.

In sharp words, he commands Bastien to prepare me. I don’t know what that means until I do.

“Ahh…ohh… Bastien.”

That’s my response as Bastien’s tongue circles and then penetrates my ass, creating a freaking sensory tsunami. I don’t even know where I begin and end—orcare—especially when Pennie begins to writhe against me, coating me in his slickness. Bastien drags his hand over Pennie’s skin and then slides his well-oiled fingers inside me, while I groan, already pleasure drunk.

If not for Archie’s snoring, I would grab his still-erect cock as a lifeline to keep from losing myself completely to the wanton ecstasy.

Pennie’s hands never stop moving, massaging his oil into me, rubbing his textured thumb over my beaded nipples. When he finally drags his finger over my clit, I arch into him, wanting more,needingmore. His eyes command me to attend to him, and our gaze remains locked as he penetrates me with one finger and then another, ensuring I’ll be able to take all of him without my body’s natural resistance to being impaled on something that ginormous.

Pennie’s sharp teeth graze my neck as he positions his cock at my entrance. The wetness between us is even thicker now, and I’m madly clutching him, trying to drive him inside me.

He chuckles and does as he pleases, taking me excruciatingly slowly, like a monster who’s lived forever and knows to treasure the most important moments in life. He doesn’t need to say it—though he has before—but I already know that he considers every second with me to be the best moment of his life.

Tears born of passion, love, and excessive care bloom in my eyes that still hold his.

“Perfect… you areperfect,” Pennie purrs, just before finally surging inside me.

I lose my breath as my body struggles to adapt to such exquisite fullness. Pennie’s suddenly tender kisses undo me completely, as he gently reminds me to breathe through the shock. He doesn’t move inside me, but his kisses continue, each one seemingly the cure for a thousand years of loneliness.

When I begin to whimper and stretch, dragging my breasts over his oily, solid chest, he grips my leg and wraps it over his hip, plunging even deeper inside me.