Page 52 of Atop the Faerie Throne (The Fifth Nicnevin #5)

Fifty-One

Rhoswyn

I ’m more than a little flushed when Bree lands in my garden with me in his arms. It’s well past midnight, and the celebrations are still raucous and merry in the streets below. I spent hours dancing and laughing my way through the under fae revels after the mating feast ended, and now my feet are sore, and my cheeks hurt.

My ears have finally stopped ringing from the cannon Lore fired an hour ago, and I make a mental note to thank Drystan again for ensuring I was upwind of the ashes he’d packed it with.

Now there’s nothing to distract me from the ache that’s been steadily building with every tiny illicit touch from my mates during the celebration. At one point, I was sure Lore was just going to bend me over the table and fuck me in front of all our guests, but I told him if he managed to hold off, I’d have a surprise for him.

The shout from the direction of my bed tells me he might have already discovered it.

“Pet, you didn’t,” he says, blinking right in front of us. “Are they for me?”

He’s already bare-chested and coated in my dust after a full evening of flirting kisses and secret touches to the mating mark on my thigh when he thought the guests weren’t looking. That makes things easier, because I’ve somehow got to get him naked before Drystan gets here.

I press at Bree’s arms, and my púca lets me down. Taking a deep breath, I look my redcap straight in his luminous, eager eyes.

“ Please go and lie on the bed, put your wrists in the cuffs, and don’t blink out of them until I say you can.”

My redcap turns into a whirlwind, grinning like a loon as he darts forward, kisses me until I’m breathless, then blinks away just as fast.

“My safe word is feather duster!” he calls from beyond the plants.

“You’re really going to top him?” Bree raises his eyebrows, tracking the movement of my hands as I reach around and undo the tiny buttons beneath my wings.

“No… but I can tie him up and let Drystan use him as my reward.”

“Reward?”

My cheeks flush at the reminder. “I’ve been good,” I whisper, like the words are enough to summon him.

And perhaps they are, because my three missing mates reach the top of my stairs a second later, Caed laughing and shoving Jaro lightly as my dullahan follows. He hasn’t seen me yet, so there’s still time to follow that final instruction. I take two steps towards the bed, still fumbling my buttons, only to freeze as Drystan clears his throat.

His amber eyes meet mine, and I gulp, twisting the final fastening free so that my dress drops to the floor in an artful puddle. He cocks one brow and shakes his head.

“I gave very simple instructions.”

He did, but he was too fast. Bree has wings and should’ve easily beaten him up all of those stairs.

Unless the three of them sprinted… I finally stop long enough to appreciate the windswept flyaway hairs around their foreheads, then frown.

“You cheated.”

Drystan doesn’t dignify my accusation with a response, and Jaro and Caed are already prowling around me.

“What’s your safe word, huntress?” he asks.

“Stop,” I whisper in the human tongue, the word so foreign after months of speaking only fae.

“Good. You have until I reach one.”

What? I blink up at him in confusion, but he doesn’t explain.

“Five,” the dullahan begins. “Four.”

I do not want to know what happens at one.

Racing to my bed, I throw myself on top of Lore, frantically shutting the enchanted manacles and locking them.

“Two.”

What happened to three?

I spin and shimmy down my redcap’s bare body. He’s grinning like he’s in on the joke, even though I’m fairly sure he’s just enjoying the show as I dive for his trousers, peeling them down his legs before securing his ankles into the cuffs at the end of the bed. His erect dick rubs a sticky trail across my lower belly as I finally manage to twist the lock just in time for Drystan’s shadow to fall over me.

I gulp, glancing at the bundle of silky purple rope in his hands.

Damn it.

“One.” His voice is silky with disapproval, and something inside me sings at what that means for me.

I push up on shaky arms, dipping my head and biting my lower lip. Below me, Lore’s cock twitches again, brushing a line of heat against my wet core that makes my hips jerk.

Drystan takes it all in impassively, and Jaro and Caed appear over his shoulders. “What were your instructions?”

I swallow back my nerves. “Wear nothing under my dress, charm and chain up Lore ready for my reward, and be kneeling, naked, by the end of the bed when you arrive,” I pause. “I’ve done all of those things, technically.”

The redcap is tied up, I’m kneeling, and I am within reach of the footboard.

The flames in his eyes flare a little brighter as he reaches forward and grabs my chin, pulling me off balance. Behind me, Lore groans as my ass tilts high in the air once more, his dick sliding between my folds.

Lore hisses, then bucks a little. “I take it back. I want out of the shackles.”

Drystan rolls his eyes. “Rhoswyn.”

He says my name like a prayer, and that alone is enough to make my nipples pearl into hard little buds.

“Yes, master?”

“I’ll give you one chance to make this up to me. Sit on the redcap’s face, put your hands behind your back, and don’t move . If you can keep him silent for as long as it takes me to bind you, you won’t get spanked.”

I scramble to obey, throwing my leg over Lore and meeting his dark red stare as I grab the headboard and use it to help position myself.

The redcap definitely doesn’t mind the change. His tongue slips out, wetting his lower lip as he fixes his eyes on my already soaked pussy.

“Feed me, pretty pet,” he mumbles. “Goddess. I’m starving for you.”

I lower myself towards his face, only to jerk as something touches the bottom of my foot.

“What did I say?” Drystan asks, silkily, looping the rope around my ankle.

“Don’t move,” I repeat dutifully, then stiffen as Lore’s tongue snakes out.

“Lower,” the redcap pleads. “You don’t want to disappoint the bossy dullahan, do you?”

Fire lights up my right ass cheek, the smacking sound ringing through the room. “Rhoswyn, the redcap is still talking.”

I’ve never sat so fast in my life, and Lore’s answering moan of pleasure reverberates through my core. He nuzzles his mark on my inner thigh, making me gasp, then takes a long, languid lick straight through my centre. His lips and tongue set to feasting with all the enthusiasm of a starving man, arms straining against the restraints like he can break them and grab me.

“You three can play, but don’t get in my way,” Drystan says, threading rope up and down my thigh and calf. “Bree, present for you.”

Something shiny flies across the room, and I try to twist my neck and see what it is, but Drystan spanks my ass again.

“No. Moving.”

“You’re so beautiful, Rosie,” Jaro murmurs, crawling onto the bed on my left and pressing a kiss to his mark as he cups one of my breasts.

Goddess. I lock down every muscle in my body, but I can’t stop my head from inching to one side to give him easier access.

Drystan’s next slap comes at the same time that Lore decides to thrust his tongue inside me, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. The mattress jostles, but Jaro is kissing up my neck now. My lips part, hoping he’ll claim them next, but he bypasses my mouth entirely, heading for the too-sensitive points of my ears like he’s trying to earn me another spank.

Except Jaro is my white knight. He’d never… would he?

“I can’t,” I whisper. “Jaro, I?—”

“You’re being so good for him, Rosie,” my wolf murmurs, breath washing over my throat. “You can keep still, can’t you?”

Drystan scoffs. “She’s already moved twice. Clearly, she needs a better incentive.”

I can barely focus on what they’re saying. My breath comes in little pants as Lore’s tongue swirls around my clit. My hips cant, grinding against him just the barest fraction.

The resulting spank is harder than the previous two, and he grips the flesh afterwards, prolonging the ache, before he returns to whatever he’s doing at my knee.

“Behave.”

Goddess, he needs to stop talking, or Lore is going to drown. Not that my redcap would care. No. He groans his appreciation, doubling down as a body crowds me from behind.

Something cold and wet presses against my ass, and a second pair of lips caress my neck from the other side.

“Breathe for me, dragonfly,” Bree whispers. “Let it in.”

“So perfect,” Jaro adds, lifting away to watch the cool metal of the plug sinking into my ass.

“Don’t come just yet,” the púca adds. “Hold it until he’s finished.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Fomorian, is there a reason she’s still able to talk?” Drystan commands.

Caed snorts. “Because there’s a flaw in your master plan. There’s not enough fucking space.”

Lore says something, but it’s muffled as the widest part of the plug finally breaches my tight ring of muscle. I whine deep in the back of my throat as Bree fucks me with it, keeping my ass stretched around the invasion.

Goddess. I’m so full, and yet my pussy is mercilessly empty.

Drystan shoves Caed forward as he abandons my right-hand side and reappears on my left, starting the rope tying process all over again on that ankle. Beneath me, Lore strains against the bonds, and this time my leg shifts with him.

I glance down sneakily and take in the intricate series of knots binding my calf to my thigh, and then to Lore’s arm with a small gasp.

Caed takes Drystan’s place, his hand coming up to cup my breast reverently.

I’m surrounded on all sides by them, being tormented five different ways, so it’s almost a relief when he climbs up to stand on the bed in front of me, raising his cock to my lips with a smirk. The blue crown presses against my lips, smearing them with a bead of white, and I dart my tongue out to taste him.

Over the last few weeks, the others have given the two of us space to catch up on all the first times that I’ve already had with them, so I know exactly how much he loves and hates when I toy with him.

“Fuck,” he curses, as I catch the heavy head with the tip of my tongue, then draw back. “Don’t tease, little queen.”

Drystan smacks my ass again the second I bob my head forward to take him into my mouth. I can’t even complain that it’s unfair, because Caed is right there, taking advantage of my parted lips to push inside, silencing me.

The mattress shifts again as my mates change positions, and I barely have the time to notice that Drystan is now behind me before he takes my hair and starts braiding a rope into that next. Bree is somewhere to my left, still playing with the plug, which doesn’t feel quite… normal.

There’s no flared base against my ass, just a metal bar that comes to rest against my tailbone. It feels like… a hook?

“Since you can’t follow instructions,” Drystan murmurs silkily against my back. “Moving will have consequences.”

Giving my hair a gentle tug, he carefully folds my arms beneath my wings and adds them into the design in swift, easy motions. My nerve endings erupt as he takes the same rope binding my braid and arms together and attaches it to the hook in my ass.

I can’t move my head. Even a twitch sets off the plug wedged inside of me, and I scream around Caed’s cock as my dullahan finishes his final knot with a particularly harsh tug, then steps back to admire his handiwork.

“Pretty,” Bree acknowledges, pinching my nipple roughly at the same time that he pulls lightly on the rope down my back.

“Finally.” Drystan sighs. “The redcap is silent, and our mate can’t move, let alone throw herself in harm’s way. I should’ve thought of this months ago.”

I would take offence at the false boredom in his tone, but I can feel his dry humour sparking down our bond.

Plus… I’ll never admit it, but the highhanded way he talks about me is a tiny bit of a turn on.

Lore draws back, nipping at my mating mark again. “So wet,” he slurs, like he’s drunk.

I want them to do something, anything, but by some unspoken agreement, they’ve all just stopped. Even Caed is still inside my mouth, letting me run my tongue all around his length. I want to lean forward and take him deeper, or grind down on Lore’s face and force him to push me over the edge they’ve all driven me to, but whenever I try, the hook in my ass makes its presence known.

“Wings,” Jaro whispers in warning, tracing his hand across the place where they touch my spine.

Pure, incandescent pleasure erupts from the spot, and I jerk, only to cry out as the hook in my ass tugs at those darker twistier nerve endings all over again.

Lore chuckles darkly, tracing the weeping trail of wetness that just escaped back up to my core and giving my clit a punishing little suck.

No. Goddess. If they fuck me while I’m bound like this…

Drystan’s plan becomes crystal clear in an instant.

This isn’t a reward, this is torment. And judging by the devious heat in his eyes, he knows it.

“Since she held off, I think you should let her come,” Bree says, stepping back, so he’s beside the dullahan.

What? No! If I come, I?—

Lore, Caed, and Jaro give me no time to protest. My Fomorian’s cock slides into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat just as the assault on my pussy and wings doubles. When my wolf’s free hand shifts down, his thick finger pressing at my entrance, I can’t even fight it.

That one hint of friction is all it takes.

I scream as every muscle tenses, then releases. Even the tiniest movement sets off a rapturous cascade as I vibrate like a fly caught in Drystan’s web. I’m imploding, white light searing through my veins with nowhere to go as I whimper and beg around the mouthful of dick.

The aftershocks make it worse, driving me headlong towards a second orgasm. I see stars. I’m pretty sure I’m crying. It’s too much. Caed draws back, giving me a chance to breathe, to say my safe word.

But what comes out instead is a lust-broken demand.

“Fuck me!”