Page 58 of Taste of Thorns

“There’s a good little slut. You didn’t put up so much of a fight after all and that’s because we both know you want it, don’t you?” He slurps his tongue over my ear and I whimper. “Tell me you want it, beautiful.”

“I do want it,” I gasp, rubbing my ass back against his cock.

He scrabbles between us, flipping up my skirt and sliding down my panties.

“I know you do. But if you want me to stop at any time you tell me, right?” I hear the buckle of his belt, followed by his zipper. I hold my breath, knowing what comes next, wanting it so bad. “Briony, did you hear me? What do you say if you want me to stop?”

“Stop,” I murmur.

“That’s right. But I don’t think that’s gonna happen. I think you’re gonna take it like a good girl without any fuss,” he murmurs, totally absorbed in this little role play we’ve created.

His fingers jam up inside me first, pumping at me and stretching me open until I’m writhing beneath him. I’m breathless waiting for more, knowing how good it feels when he’s inside me. But next he’s gliding his fingers out of me, the sound wet and sloppy, and instead of jamming me full of his cock, his fingers creep up to my exposed asshole.

“You’re so pretty here too, sweetheart,” he says.

He skims a wet finger over me.

“Beaufort,” I say, “I’ve never … I’m not ready to …”

“Shush,” he says, stroking his fingertips lightly over me. “That’s not for now. We need to make you ready first, but you know me and Dray want to share our little mate, right? That we want to take you together, at the same time.”

A little moan escapes my mouth, because that idea has everything in my body tingling, and Beaufort slips a finger inside my asshole. Not far, just a little way. It feels so different and yet it’s not unpleasant, especially when he reaches around mewith his other hand and presses his thumb to my clit. Then he’s getting me off there, using his magic to stimulate and caress me, sinking his finger a little further into my ass as he does and then gently pumping me there.

“Beaufort,” I whimper, because the sensation is a lot and I don’t think I can handle it.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re doing so well for me, so fucking well. Can you take a little more?”

He pushes another finger inside me and I squeal as my hips lift up off the bed, the action causing his fingers to slide even further inside me. He groans. “That looks so …” He leans over me and nips at my shoulder through my shirt and it’s enough to send me tumbling over the edge, my pussy convulses as the waves of pleasure soar through me and I squeeze around his fingers. It makes the sensation even more intense and another orgasm follows right after the first.

“Look at you, you needy, filthy little slut, with my fingers in your ass, squeezing around my fingers. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, Briony.”

Carefully this time, he pulls his finger out of me, spreads my legs a little wider and then there’s the nudge of his hot cock at the entrance to my pussy.

“Beaufort, please,” I beg, and with a firm grip of my hips, he thrusts his way inside me. We groan together, the sound almost beautiful, and then he’s slamming into me like something wild and possessed.

It’s a little rough and maybe I’m still a little sore from what I did with Dray and with Fox, but maybe that just adds to the intensity of it, because I’m really damn sensitive too and the mixture of the pleasure and the pain has me tumbling into bliss all over again. I squeeze around his cock and his hands leave my hips; one pushes me down into the mattress, the other grips at my ass, and then he’s there at my hole again, his thumbdipping inside as he fucks me hard, the bed scraping along the floorboards as he does.

My reputation as a slut will be well and truly cemented after this because every single inhabitant in this tower must be able to hear us.

I scream as I come another time, multiple sensations blasting through my body and he hisses out my name and follows right after me, collapsing over me when he’s done, his body heaving as he pants feverishly.

“Shit, Briony, that was …” He sweeps damp hair away from my cheeks.

“Hmmm,” I say dreamily, too boneless to even attempt to move from beneath him.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I’m perfect,” I say lazily.

He chuckles, kissing me beneath my ear. “I was coming over here to make up. I didn’t mean to fuck you within an inch of your life.”

“Well,” I breathe, “I think we can conclude make-up sex is hot.”

He kisses me again, then he’s slipping from me and, gathering me up in his arms, he settles us down on my hard narrow bed.

“This thing is fucking uncomfortable. It’s about time you just moved into our tower.”

I snuggle into his chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. What we just did felt way more exposing than anything I’ve ever done. He touched me, fucked me, in nearly all the places he could, but instead of feeling vulnerable, I feel even closer to him than I did before.