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Fifty-Three

Rhoswyn

B ree’s words echo in my head, but the rest of me is floating. Incandescent pleasure hits me from all directions, and undercutting it are my bonds. I feel everything; Jaro’s amusement, Caed’s overwhelm, Lore’s impatience, Bree’s wonder, and Drystan’s smugness. I can tell how close my Fomorian is to the edge as I delve my tongue deep into the slit at the head of Jaro’s cock.

I groan as Caed’s next thrust hits a particularly sensitive spot, dragging me closer to the orgasm I’m not allowed. Holding it back becomes even harder when he releases one of my hips, lining up our marks and locking our fingers together. His breath whispers over my back as he presses his lips to the spot between my wings in a reverent kiss.

He hasn’t touched them once since we were in the Deep Caves, and I wiggle to try to move his touch to that place that will send me over the edge. The hesitation before he obliges makes me sigh, even as my own movement jostles that evil toy in my ass. When those clever lips finally press against my wing joint, his thrusts stutter.

More. Please, Goddess. I just need ? —

“Your dust is fucking addictive, little queen,” he murmurs softly, almost breaking my willpower entirely.

No. I promised Bree I wouldn’t come.

My orgasm is barrelling towards me in an unstoppable wave. In desperation, I try to funnel it to Caed to relieve the pressure.

His breath hitches, hips slamming against my ass a little harder as he empties himself inside me in a powerful rush of scalding hot pleasure that echoes down our bond.

Relief hits me hard and fast. I finally let go of the stranglehold I’ve had on my orgasm, crashing down after him as my mouth slips free of Jaro’s cock on a mewling cry that only grows in volume when someone—Drystan—reaches forward and mercilessly tugs on the rope along my spine.

Caed rolls off me a second later, collapsing into the chair beside the bed with a sigh. I drift in the aftermath, barely aware of the ropes being undone. They start with my hair, unwinding it and then my hands, massaging feeling back into tense limbs. The tender treatment continues as they unbind my legs, leaving me stretched out and boneless beside Lore.

Whose cock is still vibrating.

“Look how perfect you’re being for us,” Drystan comments, and I bask in the rare praise. “But your redcap is starting to make a mess. Clean him up.”

My cheeks flame as I catch Lore’s crazed gaze. His mouth is stretched wide around the red fabric of his cap, and indeed his belly is painted with a thin line of precum. Risking my dullahan’s wrath, I tug the fabric free, claiming his lips in a fierce kiss before he can get himself in further trouble.

Unfortunately, the kiss doesn’t calm him down. His muscles strain against the restraints, fangs nipping at my mouth as I break away.

I trace my tongue down his chest, relishing in the way his ribs rise and fall with his ragged breaths as I swipe my tongue through the sticky trail. Lore’s salty sweetness blends with the taste of my own dust, and a shiver runs down my spine as I kiss down to where the crown of him is still red and hard. Lapping at the slit, I groan when the hook in my ass is tugged, dragging my focus back to where Jaro, Bree, and Drystan still wait.

The latter of whom are still both fully dressed.

“Can you take more?” Jaro asks gently. “Or do you want a rest?”

“If you leave me like this all night,” Lore says, voice devoid of all humour. “I swear to the Goddess I will blink a baby tunnel wyrm into your bath.”

Smiling, I slip from the bed, drop to my knees in front of my wolf and bring my hands up to cup his heavy balls.

His back straightens, cock slapping lightly against my cheek as I play with them before switching to stroking his shaft in long, leisurely strokes.

“You know, he sounds serious,” Bree tells Drystan, still grinning. “Perhaps you should take pity on him.”

“He goes last.” Drystan comes to stand on my other side, unlacing his leathers. “It’ll teach him not to blink my head to random places just because he’s bored.”

My burst of laughter is bright, and undoubtedly not the correct response if the flames in Drystan’s eyes are anything to go by. His fingers curl under the chain around my neck, tugging me towards his pierced cock.

“I have all night to punish you, huntress. Don’t test me.”

“Sorry, master.” I kiss the tip in apology.

That grip on my necklace falls away, and his hand cups my face. “You will be.”

Without warning, his warm fingers tangle in my hair, urging me forward. I play with every single piercing as I greedily obey. He controls it all. How deep I take him, how fast, even when I breathe. For all that he’s using my mouth, our mating bond is vibrating with watchful, worshipful reverence. It’s obvious that he’s right there, monitoring my every single reaction, ensuring nothing he does is ever too much.

I might be the one on my knees calling him master, but it’s never been clearer who serves whom.

He pulls my mouth away, hissing out a breath when my hand falls to his base to stroke him alongside Jaro. The grip in my hair turns petting, almost dangerously tender, as he brushes a strand behind my ear, and I relax into it without meaning to.

“Suck his cock like the goddess you are,” he murmurs, turning my head back to Jaro. “If you drink down every drop of his cum, I’ll ask your púca to consider letting you come again before we let the redcap have his way with you.”

My pussy clenches at the image he’s painted, ass flexing around the toy still buried deep inside me, and I distract myself by taking my wolf deep into my throat. I cram as much of him into my mouth as I can and use my hand to stroke the rest of his length as I swallow around his cock.

His head falls back as I work, a deep, guttural growl of pleasure rumbling through him when I play with his sack again. He’s always been my rock, and I pour every single ounce of my appreciation into the act and down the bond, letting him see how much he’s loved.

That’s what sends him over the edge. His balls draw up as he spurts ropes of cum down my throat. I lap it up eagerly, following Drystan’s instructions, because Goddess, even though I should be sated by now, something deep inside me craves more.

When Jaro steps away, caressing my face one last time, I turn back to where Drystan has taken a spot sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s just out of reach of Bree, who’s leaning against the post, the two of them stroking themselves as they wait their turn. When he sees that I’m watching, he leans back, holding his cock out in silent demand.

Jaro offers me a hand, helping me to my feet with a kiss before his hands drop to my waist, guiding me forward until I’m standing between the dullahan’s legs.

“Ride him, beautiful,” he says, pressing a final kiss to my mating mark before stepping away.

I don’t need to be told twice. I climb over the dullahan and moan as he rubs the metal-covered head of his cock over my slippery clit.

The moment he lines us up properly, I sink down, taking him to the hilt in one smooth movement. His piercings rub me from the inside, and I want more. One of his hands finds my hip, setting the pace, while his other pulls me down so I’m splayed across his chest, his mark lining up with mine over my heart in a spark that makes me buck against him.

Goddess, I’m so full. Between him and the hook, I can’t focus on anything else.

“I love you,” he confesses against my neck.

Swallowing, I nod. “I love you, too, all of you.”

I feel Bree’s heat against my back a heartbeat before the metal in my ass is pulled free, replaced by his slicked-up cock.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs, stroking a hand down my spine in warning before he grips the base of one of my wings, using it as leverage to wedge his thick cock into my ass.

The sound that breaks free of my chest is animal, and both of them still, checking for pain, giving me time to adjust to the dual intrusion and the spike of pleasure radiating down my spine.

“Move,” I beg. “Goddess, I need?—”

Friction. Pressure. Sparks and flames in my bloodstream. All of which explode into being with the first slow drag of Drystan’s barbels out of my pussy and the unrelenting forge of Bree deeper into my ass. One in, one out. The answering rapture is so blinding that I can’t tell which part of me it’s coming from. I’m just one huge melting pot of need and sensation, clawing at Drystan’s chest, sinking my fingers into his braids, kissing his plump lips in between short, panting breaths.

“May I come?” I force myself to ask, even though I’m fairly sure there’s no stopping the budding explosion simmering in my veins. “Bree, I need to come.”

He hums against my back. “Hold it for me, dragonfly. Just a few seconds. Can you do that for me?”

My answering whimper is almost a scream as Drystan moves his hand from my mark to grasp my breast, lifting it to his mouth. Their thrusts pick up speed, some of the smoothness lost in the pursuit of their own pleasure.

“Come for us,” Bree orders.

At last .

My knees give way, the release sweeping through me until my thoughts are just distant stars. My body clenches on theirs, drawing them deeper, dragging curses from their lips as they follow me right over the edge. I’m floating, effervescent, as they slowly disentangle us. Drystan gives Bree space to move away before he lifts me and rolls me onto the sheets.

“Please,” Lore whines, voice thin. “Let me loose. I need her.”

“Are you ready for him?” my wolf checks, taking Drystan’s place as the latter heads to Lore’s ankles, unsnapping the restraints there. “Or do you need a minute?”

I nod, then shake my head, because I can feel his desperation beating beneath my skin like it’s my own. “Let him loose.”

Jaro reaches across the bed, exchanging a look with Drystan as the former chucks him a small key. Lore has gone utterly still between them, the glint in his eyes completely predatory and wholly fixated on me. I don’t think he’s even breathing. The only noise is the soft buzz of his still vibrating cock.

The click of two locks turning is violent in the quiet room.

My world is upended, claws digging into my hips, dragging me around until my ass is in the air. His cock slams into my swollen, oversensitive pussy without warning.

“Lore!” I scream as vibrations eclipse everything else.

“Take it easy, redcap,” Drystan snaps, but Lore is past hearing.

The slap, slap, slap of our bodies fills my ears, and my face is pinned to the dust-coated covers beneath us as my world narrows to the way his body cages mine against the bed and the intense stimulation of his pearls against my channel.

“So fucking wet for me,” he hisses against my neck, sinking his teeth into my throat as his knees shove my legs farther apart. “Your cunt is sopping, pet. Squeeze me. Just like that. Good. Fucking. Girl.”

Every single word is broken up by our harsh breathing. The embers of my previous orgasm viciously are revived and tear through my abdomen. I’m not sure I ever truly had a chance to come down from the previous high, but Lore’s frantic fucking drives me even higher, sending me crashing down. My toes curl, wings fluttering as he hammers into me like he’ll die if he stops.

When he comes, it’s with a snarl of possession that wrings me out and leaves me broken. He pumps me full of him, adding his cum to the mix already dripping from my body.

“Snuggles,” he murmurs, hips still softly rocking against me.

The vibrations stop, and all of the tension abandons my body in a rush.

“Can we do it again?” Lore asks, tentatively.

Caed snorts, dropping onto the bed on my other side and daring to drag me from my redcap’s clutches. I wriggle into the perfect spot against his chest, relaxing fully as Lore takes his place on my other side. Dimly, I feel the rest of them climbing in beside us, arranging the covers so we won’t be cold, and sending shimmering dust high into the air as they do so.

Goddess, the entire room must be covered in the evidence of how much I loved what we just did.

“When Rose has recovered, maybe,” Bree says, spreading out along the end of the mattress with one hand tangled around my ankle. “Sleep first.”

His suggestion sounds heavenly, and I hum happily, already slipping into a doze. I’m surrounded by the five of them, love thrumming with quiet contentment along all of our bonds.

Nothing has ever felt so good.