Page 36 of Gods and Graves

“Okay,” I decide on at last. “I trust you.”

Pride shines in his eyes at hearing those words. “Good girl.” He runs his finger up and down my cheek. “But you’ll need a safe word before we go any further.”

I frown. “Can’t we just use the word stop?”

He smirks slightly before becoming serious. “How often do you say the word stop without actually meaning it? If you say stop, I might slow down, but if you use your safe word, I’ll stop everything I’m doing, regardless of the situation.”

Oh. That makes sense.

Heat dusts my cheeks as I think. “Umm…maybe watermelon?”

There’s no way in hell I would be chanting out watermelon during sex.

“Watermelon,” Rafe repeats, his expression considerate. Then he nods. “Okay. Watermelon it is.”

“So…what’s next? What’s going to— Oh!” I let out a cry of alarm as a burst of magic pushes me onto my back on the bed and then spreads my arms and legs.

Rafe moves to stand beside the bed, a wickedly sinful smirk on his face.

He reaches behind him for a dagger he must’ve kept in the waistband of his shorts and creates a shallow cut on his palm.

Red magic swirls through the air and coils around first one of my wrists, then the other, tying them to the bedpost. They solidify seconds later, creating impenetrable bindings.

I struggle futilely against them, but I don’t actually want to break free. There’s something heady, intoxicating, about being Rafe’s prisoner.

When Rafe does the same things to my ankles, pulling my legs apart, a flush dusts my chest. This new position makes me feel oddly vulnerable. I’m keenly aware that Rafe can see everything from this angle.

Is it normal for me to be this wet already?

I wiggle slightly as Rafe moves around the bed to stand at the foot.

“You look so beautiful splayed out for me like this. Such a good, perfect little slut.” He keeps his eyes fixed on my pussy as he lowers himself to his knees on the floor. He leans in close and inhales, his lashes fluttering shut. “You smell like ambrosia.”

I jolt when his tongue teases my clit in a light circle.

“Holy fuck!” I cry, thrusting my hips up.

“You taste better than I imagined. Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me. Such a good slut.”

And then he stops talking as he devours me.

My god, I didn’t know my blood fae had such a wicked, decadent tongue.

He laps and groans, feasting on me like I’m the only meal he needs.

His tongue delves deeper than I thought would be possible, demanding everything.

When he sucks on my clit, I come undone, screaming my release for the entire house to hear.

“That’s orgasm number one,” he rasps, then he dives back in.

“Rafe, please. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” My legs begin to shake as his talented, ethereal tongue circles my throbbing pussy.

His teeth graze my clit once again.

It’s almost embarrassing how fast I come a second time.

“That’s two.” He grins up at me, his lips wet and his pupils dilated.

“Rafe, please,” I beg.

I want to feel his cock inside of me. Stretching me.

“You want me to fuck you, little bird?” As he speaks, he slips his fingers inside of my cunt, pistoning them in and out in slow, shallow thrusts.

I gasp and moan and shake, tears blurring my vision.

“Yes!” I strain against the bindings, wanting to reach for him. To touch him. To run my fingers through that midnight-black hair with colorful undertones.

I can feel myself reaching that precipice yet again, but before I can fall over the edge, Rafe pulls his hands and mouth away. I’m left trembling and shaking, sweat dripping down my cheeks and chest.

“W-what?” I blink at him dazedly, confused as to why he wouldn’t let me come.

His features are grave, his eyes stony.

“You want to come?” He rises to his feet and slowly begins removing his clothes.

First is his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso littered with shallow cuts. Then it’s his shorts and boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and veiny and already dripping in precum.

“I want you to fuck me,” I correct, whimpering at the predatorial intensity in his gaze.

He slowly climbs onto the bed and begins to crawl up my body.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” he snaps, reaching up to slap my breast.

It sways slightly, and I gasp at the sharp, biting sensation. It…hurt. I don’t understand why I become even wetter, my pussy throbbing.

Is this what he meant about pain contributing to my pleasure? Amplifying it?

“You’ll take what I give you,” he continues, slapping my other tit.

“Now normally, I would make you suck my cock until you’re desperate for breath, but in this position, I’m afraid you might gag.

” Despite his harsh words, his hands are unexpectedly gentle as he brushes strands of hair away from my face.

“So instead, I’m going to fuck your perfect pussy, but you’re not allowed to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

I whimper and nod.

He slaps my tit a third time, the pale skin turning slightly red.

“I thought I told you to use your words.”

“Yes. Yes, I understand,” I cry out.

“Good girl.” He palms my tit, his touch gentling. “You’re being such a good slut for me. When I finally give you permission to come, you’re going to fucking explode around my shaft.”

My pussy throbs at the thought.

Keeping his gaze trained on me, he lines himself up with my slick folds. He meets little resistance as he slips inside, my body already wet and primed for him.

He’s thicker than Krystian but not as long, his cock stretching me in an entirely new way. My pussy reflexively flutters around him, squeezing him.

He shudders and closes his eyes briefly. “Goddammit, Thea. Stay the fuck still.”

I do as instructed, waiting until he’s finished pushing in the last few inches.

God, I feel so stuffed. So full. So…consumed.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Thea. Remember—you can’t come until I give you permission.”

He doesn’t give me the chance to respond as he pulls his hips back and then thrusts them forward, his cock dragging against me deliciously.

“Oh my god!” I scream as he fucks me roughly.

Savagely. Possessively.

His tongue traces the side of my neck, and I roll my hips instinctively, chasing him.

“Yes, Rafe! Yes!” I cry out, struggling against the restraints.

I want to touch him. I’m almost desperate. I want to know what his skin feels like under my fingers—if it’s soft or rough from all the scars. Would he like it if I dragged my nails down his spine, the way I did with Krystian?

I can feel my release fast approaching, but I bite down on my lip, refusing to come until he gives me permission. I don’t know what punishment he plans to dish out if I come before he says so, but I have a feeling I won’t like it.

“So fucking perfect. Your pussy is so goddamn tight.” His thrusts turn jerky. “I don’t know how much longer I can last. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Yes, Rafe. Just like that. Yes .”

Abruptly, a devious smile crosses his face.

“I have an idea,” he says, and the magic holding my ankles and wrists hostage disappears.

But before I can reach for him, touch him, run my fingers over his skin the way I crave, he flips me.

“Hands and knees, little bird.”

I do as he says and feel his cock line up with my cunt from behind. He slowly pushes in once more, and I moan, pleasure arcing through me.

It’s at that moment I realize we’re not alone.

Someone is watching us.

My eyes meet Zaid’s from where he stands in the open doorway, a tiny blush painting his cheeks. He bites down on his lower lip and lowers his gaze to my breasts, which sway with each brutal thrust of Rafe’s hips.

“Your wraith has been watching for quite a while,” Rafe murmurs huskily from behind. “But he’s too shy to come inside. Maybe he needs a formal invitation.”

Zaid’s blush deepens, and my desire amplifies.

The thought of Zaid watching…

Fuck.

“You want me to ask him to join?” I ask, moaning yet again when Rafe’s cock hits a spot deep inside of me.

Absently, I distribute my weight to one hand and use the other to fondle my dangling tits. Zaid’s gaze zeros in on my fingers squeezing and twisting first one nipple and then the next.

“Suck his cock while I fuck you from behind. I know you want to. I can feel the way your pussy flutters around my cock at just the thought. You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

Fuck, yes.

I attempt to give Zaid come-hither eyes, but I’m not sure I have the effect I’m going for. Either way, his eyes flare with desire, and he takes a hesitant step forward.

“Thea, are you sure? You don’t have to…” He trails off when I use one hand to clumsily reach for him, desperate to free his cock. “Fuck.”

He helps me push down his shorts just enough for his shaft to spring free, bouncing against his stomach.

I lower my hand back to the bed and lean forward, parting my lips so I can take him in my mouth.

I’ve never given a guy a blowjob before, and despite knowing what one is, I have no idea what I’m doing. I hollow my cheeks and take him in deep, remembering to breathe out of my nose.

“Holy fuck. Your mouth is amazing, Thea. You’re amazing. Oh, fuck .” Zaid’s fingers rake through my sweaty hair.

“Such a good girl, Thea. Our good girl,” Rafe coos as he sweeps a hand down my spine.

At some point—probably when I first started sucking Zaid—he stopped moving. I wiggle my ass encouragingly, and he chuckles, his palm smacking my ass cheek.

“Greedy, desperate girl.”

And then he resumes fucking me, each thrust of his hips pushing me farther onto Zaid’s cock. Tears burn in my eyes, and saliva drizzles down my chin. But I don’t stop. I can’t. I’m as desperate for these men as they are for me.

Pleasure sears through my entire body, but I remember Rafe’s threat and hold it back, focusing instead on getting Zaid to come.

I use my tongue to trace the vein on his dick and then balance on one hand to fondle his balls.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He thrusts his hips forward, inarticulate praises leaving his lips, and then ropes of silky cum rain down my throat.

I try to swallow as much of it as I can, though a good amount runs down my chin and onto the bed.

Zaid pulls out of me with a muffled curse. His eyes are glazed with desire.

“Come for me, Thea,” Rafe whispers huskily, and I feel a burst of magic directly over my clit.

Pleasure hits me so hard, I can’t breathe.

Can’t think. Can’t do anything but cry out as I tumble head over heels off the steepest cliff side I’ve ever felt.

My heart pounds, and emotions I can’t quite name bombard me from all directions.

I shake and tremble, my legs giving out as I collapse onto my belly on the bed.

Rafe thrusts into me two more times, his fingers biting into the skin of my hips, and then he explodes as well. I can feel his warm cum deep inside of me and drizzling down my thighs.

I don’t really know what happens next. I’m too out of it—too consumed by pleasure—to think straight. One second, I’m lying on my belly, and the next, hands are carrying me to the center of the bed. Someone washes my chin, breasts, and pussy with a warm washcloth.

“You’re okay, my little bird,” a raspy voice coos, stroking my hair. “You’re okay.”

A warm body snuggles into me from the other side, wrapping an arm around me.

Zaid.

“Sleep, sweetheart,” he says.

“We’ll be here,” vows Rafe from my other side.

I try to think of something to say—anything that will express my gratitude and affection—but the words dry up. Instead, I curl up between the two of them and allow exhaustion to pull me away.