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“The first time or the second?” I ask, finding a little flirtatious courage and licking my tongue around the spoon.

“The first,” Beaufort says.

“He kissed me,” I swallow, “and then he had his hands on my ass and he was grinding me against him, against his …”

“Cock,” Dray chimes in helpfully.

I bite my lip and nod, electricity flickering around my body at the memory of it.

“And that made you come?” Beaufort says, “just rubbing himself against you like that?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“So fucking sensitive,” Dray growls, tickling my feet. “I love how sensitive you are.”

“Now, tell us about the second time, little thrall,” Beaufort instructs.

I lose myself in those silver eyes.

“He carried me over to my bed and then he slid his fingers inside me and made me come while he sucked on my throat.”

“Fuck, yes,” Dray mutters, stroking his hands up my calves. “You like reliving it, don’t you, Kitten? You like telling your protectors all about it.”

I hesitate, then nod.

“And I like it too,” Dray says, “I’m so hard listening to you talk about it.” He takes my hand and then he’s dragging me off the chair and has me straddling his lap. I can discern just how hard he is. “You feel that, little Kitten? Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?”

“Yes,” I say, rotating my hips and grinding against him.

“Fuck,” Beaufort mutters from above us.

“You wanna ride that cock, Kitten?” Dray growls. “You wanna ride that cock while Beaufort watches?”

My breath hitches, and I glance behind me at Beaufort.

“Ride him,” he commands.

My belly swoops low. I can’t deny, I’m seriously turned on by the idea. But is it risky? Is this the kind of thing boys brag to their friends about? The kind of thing they do with you one night, only to kick you to the curb the next morning?

But once again, I’m feeling reckless. All that grief I just spewed from deep with in me and now I want to feel alive, I want to feel wanted, I want to feel so good I fall apart.

I reach up on my knees, allowing Dray to slide down the waistband of his sweats. His cock springs up and he grips it in the fist of his hand. I stare down at it, more heat stirring in my core.

Inks are scribbled over his groin all the way down to the base of his cock. It’s fairer than Beaufort’s, his foreskin still intact, though pulled back tight. He’s a tad shorter than Beaufort, though thicker and the fuzz that covers his balls is slightly darker than the hair on his head.

I reach under my skirt to hook my panties to one side and lower myself, hovering right above the tip of Dray’s cock.

“Protection,” Beaufort snaps. Dray groans, clearly unhappy about that idea.

I shake my head. “We don’t need it,” I say. “They gave me a contraceptive shot at the clinic.”

“Fuck, yes,” Dray says, his eyes full of wickedness. “I’m going to pump you full, Kitten.” He takes a firm grip of my hips and drags me down onto his cock.

The sensation has the both of us groaning and actual stars crashing against my vision as I ride him all the way down his shaft. There I stay, attempting to catch my breath as he grins up at me. For a moment I’m lost in the colors of his eyes and the sensation of fullness between my thighs.

Then Beaufort growls behind us, “Move.”

“Yeah, Kitten,” Dray purrs with a wink. “Ride me.”

I’ve never done it this way before – although since this thing with the Princes started, I’ve definitely been fantasizing about it. I’ve heard girls talk about how good it is. How it hits all the right places, and when I rotate my hips and grind him inside me, I find that is true.

Dray groans, a noise echoed by Beaufort.

I peer over my shoulder at him, as Dray’s hold on me tightens, encouraging me to move faster, rising up his long shaft, and then slamming back down to the hilt.

“Good girl,” Beaufort mutters, gaze locked with mine and everything in my core flutters in response.

I remember that power I felt the first time I fell to my knees and took Beaufort into my mouth. This is the same. Dray may be moving me on top of him, but it’s me who has reduced this pair of powerful men, who has captured their attention, who dictates how far this will go.

“That is a mighty fine view, Kitten,” Dray says, as I once again slam down onto him, crying out as I do. “You know what would make it even better?” I shake my head.

“If you took off your top,” Beaufort says, his voice low and lustful.

“Yeah, I wanna see those tits bounce as you ride me.”

I lean forward resting my hands on Dray’s taut stomach and sinking my nails into his flesh .

“Only if you take yours off too.”

“That sounds like a bargain,” Dray says, rolling upwards so our bodies are flush together. Then he’s reaching down for the hem of my shirt, dragging it up my body.

“Don’t stop, little thrall,” Beaufort says, and I grind against Dray as he snaps off my bra and yanks his own shirt over his head.

Immediately, I feel the warmth of his skin against mine. He buries his nose in the crook of my neck, and I trace my fingers over the inks on his back, my breasts pressed against him, my nipples rubbing over the muscular planes of his chest.

He nibbles at my throat, his fingers sinking into the cheeks of my ass and I follow the inks up his back to his shoulder, running the pads of my fingers over the gnarled scar of his shoulder.

He gasps.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“No, Kitten. It feels good.”

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, thrusting his tongue deep into my mouth, then he’s reaching under my skirt, reaching between us to find my clit. He presses his thumb against it, magic humming, and I cry out again.

“Gonna come, now, Kitten. Gonna come for me,” he nips at my ear, “and for him. Let’s give him a fucking good show.”

Then he’s rolling back down and his magic vibrates against me.

I buck up and down on his cock, my breasts bouncing with me, his magic vibrating my clit and the pressure inside me builds.

“Ooooh,” I moan, leaning back and resting my hands on his strong thighs, thrusting my pussy forward, grinding against his thumb.

“Such a good girl,” Beaufort groans.

“So fucking good,” Dray says. He winks at me and then his magic sparks more violently against my clit. It’s too much, I come in a rush of feeling, my head falling backwards, my vision whitening and a hundred million sensations of pleasure swimming through every part of my body.

Below me, Dray thrusts up into my convulsing pussy and then his cock twitches inside me and I feel the rush of something hot and liquid.

His own head falls back against the floor, and for a moment shadows sparkle in the air around his body. His mouth curls into a sedated grin and he groans.

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters, holding me firmly in place as his cock twitches again and again, more liquid flooding my pussy.

Catching my breath, I peer over my shoulder, back towards Beaufort.

He’s sitting in the center of the chair now, hands gripping the arms. There’s no color left in his eyes.

“Come here, little thrall,” he says.