Page 28 of Feeding Beauty (The Lost Girls #5)

Yanking the Collar

TALON

I patiently wait with the collar in hand until Aurora lifts her hair for me to snap it on.

"So you're her Dom?" a soft voice asks from the door as I finish securing the collar to Aurora’s neck, wrapping the long leash around my hand to shorten it.

The question comes from a petite girl with chestnut hair in a messy bun and oval glasses who barely comes up to my elbow. Her conservative sweater and skirt make her look like she wandered in from a librarian conference—and not a single part of her looks uncertain. Just…quietly amused.

I exchange a glance with Aura.

"Yes," I say.

The woman looks between us. "May I...play?"

Aura licks her lips like a starving wolf. She can’t wait much longer. Then her expression hardens as if she knows she’s about to hurt this girl.

But I won’t let her.

I give a curt nod. “But I stay on the sidelines.”

She nods, but her eyes drop to the black scales along my chest, and I swear something in her expression shifts like she gets it. At least a little.

She approaches the bed. Aura is already on her knees, one hand lazily rolling her breast, occasionally pinching the nipple. My temples tighten as I fight any bodily reaction. I need to stay vigilant.

The Librarian hesitates, but Aurora doesn’t. She surges forward and catches her in a kiss with a needy moan. Their lips glide, tongues dip, and I can tell from the soft sounds and arched backs that it’s a good kiss. The Librarian startles at first but quickly matches Aurora’s heat.

She cups Aura’s breasts and plays with the weight of them like she’s handling precious things. Aura arches, hips rocking in the air, mindlessly seeking contact. Her need is a living thing.

When they finally break apart, the Librarian’s glasses are crooked and her hair has come undone in soft waves. “Whoa,” she breathes, dazed.

Then she steps away and starts unbuttoning her blouse.

Aura whimpers, reaching out like she might physically pull her back. I jerk the jeweled leash. Not hard, but enough.

She tries to set me on fire with her glare.

“Be a good girl,” I warn.

The Little Librarian laughs under her breath, even as she shimmies off her skirt and blouse to reveal a lavender, lace bodysuit. The color is delicate, but the curves inside it are anything but.

"Room for more?" another voice rumbles behind me.

I turn.

A broad-chested Black man stands confidently in the open curtain, wearing only slacks that hang low on his cut hips.

I immediately sense an easy strength about his character. It’s an open energy in his eyes and smile. His forearms are thick. But it’s his hands I notice—big, calloused, worker’s hands that aren’t afraid to take action.

Aurora will like that.

Behind him, a second figure lingers, a slender man with long, blond hair and bright, too-perceptive eyes. His jawline is knife-sharp. He’s likely half-Elf, if not more. Hesitant, watchful. The fae man studies the dynamic like someone used to reading a room before acting.

I nod to them both. “The more the better.”

Literally. This division of Aura’s feeding may be the answer, but a lot is riding on my bet.

I shut the door to the room. No interruptions now. This is more than enough energy for me to field, and hopefully it’s enough for Aura.

I loop the leash once around my wrist, a physical reminder that I’m still the one in control, even as this spirals toward chaos.

Aura’s breath is ragged, her pupils blown wide. She’s kneeling on the bed, a sacrificial offering, flushed, trembling, barely holding back the hunger I’ve collared. Her gaze flicks to each of them, ravenous.

The Little Librarian eases onto her back, positioning herself near the head of the bed, legs parted with a confidence that’s anything but quiet now. Her fingers hook into the bodysuit, pulling the center aside to bare soft folds already slick with arousal.

“You want to be a good little sub?” she asks, taking the cue from our dynamic. “Come be a good girl and eat this pussy.”

Aura crawls forward on all fours, starving eyes locked onto the prize. With a reverent sigh, she lowers her head and licks a slow, exploratory stripe up the woman’s cunt.

The Librarian moans, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tangles into Aura’s hair, encouraging her deeper.

Aurora groans against her, devouring eagerly like this isn’t sex, it’s salvation. She sucks on the Librarian’s clit, tongue swirling, adjusting to every shiver and sigh like it’s her favorite feedback loop.

Hands steps forward and strips off his pants in a practiced motion, revealing a cock that matches his build. Thick. Veined. Heavy.

The man wastes no time, lining up behind her body. His large hand falls on her shoulder, sliding down over her spine, covering her ass for a moment and giving a squeeze before trailing over her hip. Aurora moans at his touch.

From behind her, Hands slides a finger along her seam, and she whimpers so loudly, so desperately, he slides inside her with two digits. Aurora jerks like she’s been hit by an electric bolt before melting and writhing on his hand.

“Fuck girl, you’re so wet,” he gasps as he gives her several more experimental pumps. Then he sticks those same fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied groan.

The Blond man strips silently—his slacks pooling like water at his feet. The open poet’s shirt he wears slips off his shoulders, revealing lean muscle, pale and elegant. There’s a chain at his throat, a golden pendant resting on his chest.

Hands lines up his cock to Aurora’s dripping entrance. As she eats the Librarian’s cunt, he pushes inside her in one long, deep thrust.

Aurora chokes on a gasp and recovers instantly, her hips driving back against him as she keeps licking, relentlessly. The bed groans, bodies stacked in a line of pleasure.

The Blond steps closer to the head of the bed. The Little Librarian, glassy-eyed and panting, reaches out with one hand, fingers closing firm on his cock. He hisses between his teeth but doesn’t stop her. She strokes him slowly at first, then with rising urgency, guides him toward her mouth.

He leans over her as she parts her lips, taking him in, her moan vibrating through him.

From my place near the edge, I feel it—that heatwave shimmer from Aurora’s power, that ambient magic no one but me knows to look for. It stops rolling inward into her body and moves off her like a fever dream, invisible but heavy.

A sigh of relief goes through me. It’s working.

It thickens the air, threading through them, binding as surely as rope, a spell hidden in plain sight.

Their movements grow more desperate, more synchronized. Her magic enhances everything. Pleasure sharpens, arousal heightens. It’s working. It’s feeding her.

My cock is thick and aching again, but I force myself to focus. This morning’s release was more than I deserve. This is about Aurora. Her needs. And I need to stay vigilant, in control, for everyone present.

Aurora tries to take sips, but like a child who’s gone too long without water she takes big, unsteady gulps.

I grip the jeweled chain tighter and give it a warning tug. Just enough to make her flinch.

She slows, barely. Still lapping at the librarian’s clit, her eyes fluttering shut, and I feel the energy rippling off her in waves. Because there are three of them it is easy for her to drink off them without feeding on any one too hard.

But she’s still drinking too deeply.

I yank the chain harder.

Her body jerks, driving her onto Hands’ dick with force. He groans and wraps his hand in her hair.

Aurora whimpers with genuine disappointment as she forces herself to ease off. The Librarian arches as her abs shudder. Her hands yank Aura’s hair as she comes apart beneath her. Her cries are muffled by the Blond's dick her lips are currently wrapped around.

The first orgasm. A flood of energy rushes to Aura. Librarian tries to squirm away as she rides it out, but Aurora adds her fingers into the mix, elongating the orgasm.

Then the entire bed rotates as Aurora sprawls out and Librarian returns the same treatment, crouched between Aurora's legs, sucking and fingering her toward orgasm.

Hands uses the position to make Aurora taste herself on his cock, and she uses her hands to help take him deeper.

The Blond slides into Librarian fucking her slow and steady.

The bed is a tangle of limbs and sounds—wet and hot and overwhelming. They fuck and suck and finger each other with rising frenzy, shifting again, and again until Aurora is on her back, her legs spread, mouth open in a moan as they all worship her.

One kisses her throat while another thrusts slow and deep inside her. One hand is in her hair, another between her thighs. Her skin glows with power, her body flush and damp.

She has become the center. The focal point of every mouth, every hand, every cock. They orbit her, lost in the gravity of her hunger, the heat of her pleasure, the ache of her need.

She is divine. And they are worshipping.

And as she feeds on them, I can’t help but feel the dark snake of jealousy that’s recently arisen.

I wish it were me.