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Chapter Thirteen

brIAR

I gripped the footboard as my heart tried to pound from my chest. Everything I wasn’t supposed to want stood before me. Everything.

Tanyl offered it, Sylvie’s breasts cupped in his palms as he nuzzled her neck. She was like the spoils of war in his hands, her gown at her waist and her sleek, flat stomach quivering and her bare toes peeking from under the silk. A flush spread down her breasts as I drank her in, gulping like a man who’d never tasted water.

And, of course, I hadn’t. I’d never sipped from this well.

Tanyl thumbed her nipples, stroking the tight, pink points as a flush bloomed in her cheeks. Her breath hitched, and her eyes turned more blue than green as I met her stare.

Hunger gnawed at my gut. My cock twitched in my trousers like a caged animal. Like a wild, dangerous thing. And this was dangerous. Everything about it was shocking and wrong. That didn’t mean I was going to stop. No matter how much I wanted to pretend—to walk through the door and go straight to the temple—I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

Sylvie whimpered, and the scent of riverthistle thickened in the air.

“Do you want him?” Tanyl murmured against her neck, sliding one hand down her stomach and slipping it under the silk bunched around her waist. His fingers moved under the fabric, the outline of his hand on her cunt somehow more indecent than seeing her bare. She sucked in a breath, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Please,” she whispered.

“I asked you a question,” Tanyl said, moving his fingers in a lazy circle under the silk. “But I already have your answer.” He bit her neck, and she jerked and cried out, her hips thrusting against his hand buried beneath her gown. He lifted his head and met my gaze as he continued working her sex. “Your pussy doesn’t lie, does it, Beauty?”

I clenched my jaw as my cock pressed painfully against my trousers. The footboard dug into my fingers.

Sylvie gasped, her breasts heaving. Her tight, pink nipples rose and fell as she panted in Tanyl’s grip.

“Answer me, my queen,” he demanded. “Do you want him?”

“Yes,” she said, hissing her assent. She turned her head and met Tanyl’s gaze, a challenge in her eyes. “Yes, I want him.”

He smiled, the expression predatory and cruel. Then he looked at me, his fingers working faster beneath her gown. Slick sounds emerged from under the silk as he used his other hand to squeeze her breast. “You want another man between your legs. A priest, of all people. Is that right?”

She clutched the forearm of the hand he’d plunged between her legs. “Yes. Oh gods, I need to come.”

“No.” His hand stilled under her gown, and she made a pained, desperate sound straight from my memories. Because Tanyl had pulled the same from me.

Sylvie sagged against him, her eyes glassy with lust and her nipples tight as spear points.

“Not yet, Beauty,” Tanyl said, pulling glistening fingers from her gown. Eyes on me, he painted her arousal around one nipple and then the other as she shivered, breathless moans spilling from between her parted lips.

A groan lodged in my throat, and I tried not to look. I shouldn’t have looked. But it was hopeless. I was caught, the hunger inside me a gaping mouth greedy for more, more, more.

“Come here, Briar,” Tanyl said, and the low command jerked me forward as deftly as a tug on a leash. When I shuffled close, he gripped my neck with damp fingers and guided my head down. “You know what to do.”

I did. And I did it, closing my lips around Sylvie’s glossy, tight nipple. The taste loosened my knees and dragged a moan from the bottom of my soul. Salt and sugar. Sylvie. I sucked her essence away in quick, ravenous tugs, the tight bud of her flesh slippery against my tongue.

“Good boy,” Tanyl crooned, stroking gentle fingers in my hair. “Always so good, Briar. So pretty and sweet. The other now.” He tugged at my hair, guiding me to Sylvie’s opposite breast. I closed my lips around her other nipple and sucked hard, immediately earning more husky praise. “There’s a good boy.”

I sucked and sucked, pleasure pumping hot in my veins. I sucked until the taste was gone, and I immediately wanted more, the hunger clawing at my chest and rattling my ribs.

Pain fired through my scalp, and my lips left Sylvie’s nipple. She squirmed in front of me as Tanyl’s narrowed eyes met mine.

“That's enough for now,” he said, his voice like smoke. “You’re too greedy, Briar. How many times must I teach you restraint?”

“But you—” I clamped my mouth shut before I could say I’d merely followed orders. Because that wasn’t the game Tanyl played. And it was his game, with rules he could change on a whim. Unfair and unwinnable by design.

A predatory glint darkened his eyes as he forced my head back, his fingers tight in my hair. “Tell her what happens when you’re greedy, Father.”

The title was a fist around my cock, the wrongness of it squeezing and stroking until I bucked my hips forward, my shaft brushing Sylvie’s silk-covered mound. We moaned together, and Tanyl yanked me forward and seized my mouth in a bruising kiss right over Sylvie’s shoulder.

“Gods…” she whimpered, bracketed between us. Her breath caressed my cheek. Her breasts mashed against my chest, and her pussy was hot as a forge against my erection.

Tanyl plunged his tongue deep, demanding surrender. Our cheeks scraped Sylvie’s as he held her between us and plundered my mouth. He broke off the kiss and dragged my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Tell her,” he rasped, his lips shining. “Tell my queen what happens when you’re greedy.”

Blood pounded in my cock. “I’m punished,” I said hoarsely.

“And do you deserve punishment now?”

I swallowed hard, tasting Sylvie and Tanyl. “Yes, sir.”

A satisfied light entered Tanyl’s eyes. Releasing me, he placed a gentle kiss on Sylvie’s cheek. Then he stepped back, leaving Sylvie alone between us. “Remove your gown.”

She trembled as she held my stare, her cheeks flushed and her nipples still glistening from my mouth. Slowly, she hooked her thumbs in the gown and pushed it down her hips. The silk fell to the floor and puddled around her feet.

And just as before, I looked. I looked at everything, devouring her rounded hips and long, slender legs. Her delicate rib cage. The deep indent of her navel.

But her pussy captured my attention and held it. She was smooth like all the elves, and nothing hid her from me. Everything was revealed, from her plump lips shiny with arousal to her pouty clit swelling from its sheath. And nothing in the Citadel’s library had prepared me for Queen Sylvie Vildea.

Tanyl kept her that way for a moment, his attention on me as Sylvie stood nude between us. And the room itself seemed to hold its breath as the three of us waited for the next part of the game. Would he order her to her knees? Tell her to suck me off? Make her suck him off while I watched and suffered?

Or would he send me to the ground? I shivered, possibilities spreading all around me.

“On the bed, my queen,” Tanyl murmured. Sylvie went, her hair grazing the tops of her buttocks. Tanyl’s stare was a brand on my skin as I turned my head and followed her path, fires licking my insides as she climbed onto the bed, her breasts swaying and the pink, puffy lips of her sex parting and revealing a deeper pink.

“On your back, Beauty,” Tanyl said, and then he was right in front of me with a tight hand on my nuts. Dark clouds raced across his eyes, tiny bolts of lightning licking over his irises as he squeezed my sack. “What do you say if you want this to stop?”

My breath hitched. The chamber fell away, and for a second, we stood in the shadowed entrance to a cave with the wind howling steps away.

Pick something you won’t say easily, Briar. A word you never use.

Pain shot through my scrotum and stabbed at my guts. I sucked in a breath, and I was in front of Tanyl with his bedchamber around us and his naked wife in the bed.

“Go on,” he said, his soft voice at odds with the tempest in his eyes.

I started to look at Sylvie, only to wince when he dug his fingers into my balls, his nails biting through my trousers.

“Retreat,” I rasped. It was a stupid thing—one of the grunting huzzah phrases the elders ground into pledges when they arrived at the Citadel. The Rivven don’t retreat. The word was forbidden, the idea of surrendering the field unthinkable. Death was always the better choice.

Tanyl eased his grip on my testicles, and I sucked in a breath as he stroked up my shaft before stepping back. “Good boy. Strip.”

I didn’t dare look at Sylvie, but her gaze seared the side of my face as I fumbled to obey. My fingers were clumsy on my laces and buttons. A few times, I staggered, hopping in place so I didn’t fall. Tanyl observed my efforts with unconcealed appreciation, his blue eyes roving my chest and groin. When I finally stood naked before him, my cock jutting from my hips, he moved forward and swiped a bead of moisture from the tip.

“So pretty here, sweet Briar.” He pushed his finger into my mouth, and we both moaned as I sucked my arousal from his skin. “And so very needy.”

Agreement unfurled alongside my lust, pretense melting away as my cock bobbed between us. Lying was pointless when I was exactly as he described, my hips jerking on their own, my need driving me to do anything— anything —to touch him. To get even the smallest, meanest morsel of praise.

Pulling his finger from my mouth, he grabbed me and spun me so I faced the bed.

Sylvie reclined on the pillows, her thighs slightly parted, the fingers of one hand gripping the sheets. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the sea glinted in her eyes. Moisture glistened on her pussy.

Tanyl stepped into me from behind. Lodging his groin against my ass, he spit into his palm and then reached around and began working my cock. “You looked your fill before,” he said in my ear. “Now, let’s give our queen a look at you.”

His grip was firm, tugging me in a rhythm that had me thrusting into his fist. Helpless sounds escaped my throat as pleasure built at the base of my spine.

“She wants to see you,” Tanyl whispered, his teeth scraping my earlobe. “She wants to see this beautiful cock of yours, Briar.” He lifted his head. “Isn’t that right, Wife?”

“Yes,” Sylvie said, shifting restlessly on the bed. She moved her legs apart, revealing more wet, blushing pink.

Palming my shoulder with his free hand, Tanyl kept his other hand on my dick as he shuffled me around the bed. He halted me next to Sylvie, and he kicked my legs wider as he continued fisting my cock.

I shuddered as his thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the slickness there. My gaze locked with Sylvie’s.

“Tell her how it feels,” Tanyl commanded, grinding his erection into my ass. He was rough with it, forcing me onto my toes. If not for his hand on my dick, I would have lost my balance.

“Good,” I gasped. “It feels so good.”

Tanyl slipped an arm around my waist, one palm splayed over my stomach. Clamping me against him, he nestled his erection deeper against my cleft, the fabric of his trousers scraping my hole. “Would her pussy feel better? Is that what you want? To fuck it?” He jerked me faster, the fleshy sound of his skin against mine mingling with my moans.

“Yes,” I bit out, sweat dotting my forehead. Lust pounded through me. My balls ached, come swelling them as they swayed with Tanyl’s movements. I wasn’t going to last.

“I want to watch you fuck it,” he grunted in my ear. With a brutal thrust of his hips, he sent me sprawling onto the bed. I landed across Sylvie’s legs, my rigid cock trapped beneath me. Cool fingers touched my cheek, and Sylvie guided me over her thigh and between her legs.

“Come here, Briar,” she murmured, taking my face in her hands. I turned, locking eyes with Tanyl as he stripped beside the bed. His gaze burned, but he said nothing as Sylvie drew my attention back to her. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

I pressed my lips to hers, swallowing her soft moan as she opened under me. She tasted of rain and sugar, every stroke of her tongue sweeter than the last. It was never, never going to be enough. I deepened the kiss, settling between her open thighs, my cock sliding against her slick heat. Her stiffened nipples speared my chest. She rocked her hips up, and I cried into her mouth as my cockhead nudged her entrance.

The bed dipped, and rough hands grasped my hips. “Not yet,” Tanyl said, yanking me onto all fours. My cock bobbed as he hauled me up and then slung an arm around my shoulders, locking my back against his chest. His free hand flashed, and then pain exploded in my cock. I jerked, my hoarse cry echoing around the chamber as I tried to curl around my swaying, stinging erection. But he tightened his grip, and he seized my wrist like he worried I might reach for my dick.

He pressed gentle kisses to my neck as I recovered from the punishing swat, my eyes watering and my dick even harder than before.

“First, you make her come,” he said, his tone impersonal, as if he explained the proper way to saddle a horse. “Then you get your reward.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, barely keeping myself from writhing in his arms. He knew it, of course, and he locked me more tightly against him, saving me the humiliation of fucking the air with my leaking, reddened dick.

Sylvie lacked such restraints, and she spread her legs wider as she gripped the bedsheets in tight fists. A new world opened before me—her sleek pussy like a flower blooming. And I knew that was a tired cliche, but anyone who’d used it before was wrong because they’d never seen Sylvie. The comparison belonged to her alone. Glossy moisture pooled at her entrance and glistened on the puffy lips of her sex. Her perfect, pink clit was a tightly furled bud begging for a tongue or a fingertip.

“Beautiful,” Tanyl murmured as if he’d read my mind. Reaching around me, he swiped moisture from between her legs and lifted his fingers to my mouth. I opened before he reached me, sucking the moment he thrust inside, and I was rewarded with Sylvie’s moan and Tanyl’s sound of approval.

He pulled his fingers from my mouth, and he chuckled when I chased them. One hand on my shoulder, he pushed me down until my ass was high and my face hovered over Sylvie’s spread pussy. He shifted behind me, his knees nudging mine wide. Sylvie’s arousal filled my lungs, rain and riverthistle making my mouth water. Cock lodged against my cleft, Tanyl smoothed a hand up my back and then grasped my hair.

“Make her come with your mouth,” he said, his voice husky. “Show her how good you can be.”

I buried my face in her slick folds and licked, pleasure lashing me as her taste exploded on my tongue. She was so soft and slick and warm, and she shuddered against me, her breathless cries spurring me on. I had no idea what I was doing, so I did all of it, sucking and licking and kissing everything I could get my tongue on. I stiffened the tip and traced the delicate rim of her opening. She cried out, thrusting her fingers into my hair and holding my face against her.

Pleasure swarmed me, lighting me up like the blaze of a thousand candles. Moaning, I thrust my tongue into her heat, seeking more of her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, the words strung together as she ground her pussy against my face. Her exquisite taste flooded my tongue, and I groaned as I licked a stripe to her clit and sucked hard. Her chanting turned into a breathless, high-pitched cry as I sucked harder, her essence smearing my mouth and nose. Desire sank its claws deep, and my balls grew so tight I thought they might actually burst. The loud, wet sounds of my mouth on Sylvie’s pussy went straight to my cock, so I kept sucking, taking us both to the edge even as I knew we weren’t allowed to crash over it. Not until Tanyl said so.

“Please,” Sylvie cried, bucking against my face. “Please. I have to…”

Tanyl’s voice was kind. Indulgent. “Go ahead, Beauty.”

Sylvie cried out, clamping her thighs around my head as she thrust her pussy against my mouth. I held on, licking and sucking as her release crashed through her. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue, and I drank her in, groaning at the rush of rain and salt. She writhed beneath me, her fingers digging into my scalp as I worked her through it, not stopping until her grip loosened and her trembling subsided.

“Enough,” she gasped, pushing weakly at my shoulders.

I raised my head, my face slick with her arousal. Tanyl’s palm greeted me, and he squeezed my nape and guided me to my knees again. My cock was purple with blood. Moisture swelled from my slit.

“Good boy,” Tanyl murmured, using his grip on my neck to turn my face into his. Chest warm against my back, he took my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, and the knowledge that Sylvie watched him lick her juices from my lips was nearly my undoing.

But Tanyl still hadn’t given permission, so I hung on, aching and wanting and so fucking hungry.

With a final stroke of his tongue, he pulled back enough to speak against my lips. “I think you’ve earned your reward now, Briar. Do you want it? Do you want to fuck my wife?”

Somehow, I formed words, my “yes, sir” a breathless, pathetic whimper that only made me harder. Sweat stung my eyes. My balls throbbed, everything between my legs swollen and aching. Everything hurt, my entire being one tender, pulsing bruise.

Tanyl caught his breath. And for a moment, his expression was arrested, something like awe shining in his storm-tossed eyes. “Briar,” he murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers over my jawline. Just the slightest touch, the contact there and gone before he pressed me down again, urging me to my forearms so my body draped over Sylvie’s.

She reached for me, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with renewed desire. When my cock brushed her entrance, she shivered.

“Look at me,” Tanyl commanded, stretching out beside us. Braced on one hip, he lifted onto his elbow, his thick cock jutting lewdly from his groin. He spread his free hand over the small of my back and pressed. “Go on. Take what you want.”

I shook as he guided me forward, my cockhead disappearing into Sylvie’s opening. Searing hot heat engulfed my dick, and I hung my head, struggling not to fly apart. Struggling to be good.

“More,” Tanyl demanded, sliding his hand to my ass. He pushed, and the heat and pressure climbed my shaft. “Keep going,” he growled.

I sank deeper, a groan ripping from my throat as Sylvie stretched around me. My arms shook, and stars burst behind my eyes when I sank as far as I could go, my balls flush against her ass and my cock lodged so deep inside her I swore I could feel her heartbeat thumping against my tip.

“Fuck,” I panted, swallowing hard. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this. Not the Citadel’s dusty tomes, not my stolen moments with Tanyl, not my feverish imaginings. Nothing.

Sylvie moaned, arching her sleek body off the bed. Her pussy was perfect heat around me, squeezing my cock like a fist, and I wanted to grab everything and hold it, keep it—to abandon civility and pound inside her like an animal. But Tanyl controlled the pace, his fingers digging into my ass as he slowly drew my pelvis back and then forward, feeding my cock into his wife’s pussy.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Feel how wet she is for you? How tight?”

I nodded, words nothing but a memory as pleasure licked a fiery tongue up my spine. My arms trembled, threatening to collapse as I sank back inside, bliss wrapping tightly around my dick. A bead of sweat dripped from my forehead onto her breasts.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, and she shook her head as she slid her hands up my arms to my shoulders.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, shifting her hips. “Please, Briar.”

Tanyl squeezed my ass. “You heard her,” he said, guiding me in and out. “Now, fuck.”

I withdrew halfway, savoring the silken drag against my cock, then drove back in with a desperate moan. Sylvie gasped, her fingernails digging crescents into my shoulders.

“Harder,” Tanyl ordered, kneading my ass as he quickened my pace. He gripped and prodded, his fingers grazing my cleft. He controlled me like a thing, my body an extension of his. I was a tool, the same as his sword or the knife he used to cut his meat at dinner.

And it made me so fucking hard I couldn’t see. I squirmed and fucked, my control unraveling as I rolled my hips. Sylvie writhed beneath me, her full lips parted on a permanent gasp. Her creamy tits bounced, and I made it happen, my thrusts jolting her on the bed. Her eyes were sea-colored slits, her lashes like fans on her flushed cheeks.

But, once again, her pussy drew me. All that pink…

“Fuck,” I gasped, unable to tear my gaze from the place where our bodies joined. She stretched around me, so hot and tight, her arousal coating my shaft.

“Come whenever you’re ready,” Tanyl said with a ruthless squeeze of my ass.

I whimpered, gratitude and need mixing in my veins. I’d been so close to the edge for so long, the permission to finally fall was almost as sweet as the pleasure itself. Almost.

“Please,” Sylvie gasped, her eyes locked with mine. “Come inside me, Briar. I want to feel you.”

Her words shattered my control. I thrust deep—and I lost it, my release splitting me open. I poured everything into her, my mind blanking as my cock pulsed and jerked. My arms gave out, and I collapsed, landing on one forearm with my face in her neck.

Sylvie moaned, her passage clenching as she followed me over the edge. She clung to my shoulders as she shuddered through her climax, her thighs trembling against my hips and her pussy milking my shaft.

Eventually, I became aware of Tanyl tracing lazy patterns on my sweat-slicked back. Instinct turned my head, and his lips were there. He palmed my nape, and our mouths met, his kiss unhurried even as his erection prodded my thigh.

“My turn now, sweet Briar,” he whispered, reading my mind again. Moving his hand to my shoulder, he pushed me hard, the movement accompanied by a knowing smile. Still shuddering from my climax, I was unprepared for the blow, and I tumbled next to Sylvie, my spent cock landing wet and heavy on my stomach.

Tanyl positioned himself between Sylvie’s spread thighs, his hair swinging over one muscular shoulder to brush her breasts.

Any fatigue I might have felt vanished. My throat went dry, and my heart stuttered as he gripped his shaft and dragged it through my release seeping from her pussy. He coated his cockhead with my come, his eyes glinting as he stared down at his flushed, shivering wife.

“Look at it, Beauty,” he said, and at last, a hint of strain entered his tone. He stirred his dick in my come and then rolled his hips, sinking a few inches inside Sylvie’s opening. My semen coated his length as he gave her measured thrusts. “Look how much come he put inside you. I’m not sure I can fuck all this seed out of you, Wife. You’re dripping with it.”

Sylvie cried out, her gaze feverish as she rocked beneath him. Her thigh brushed mine, and her breasts quivered from the force of Tanyl’s thrusts. Helpless to resist, I palmed one plump swell, my cock stirring.

Her lips parted, and she gasped as I rolled her nipple between my fingertips. But it wasn’t enough, not with the wet sounds of Tanyl fucking my come into her. The hunger inside me roared, and I dipped my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

“Touch her clit,” Tanyl said, his breaths ragged as he increased his pace. “Make her come again.”

Popping off her nipple, I met his hooded gaze as I slid my hand down her stomach to her slippery clit. I circled it in time with his thrusts, and she bucked between us, her cries growing louder.

“Fuck,” Tanyl muttered, thrusting harder. He slammed into her, setting the bed curtains swinging. “Fuck, this cunt is tight, Sylvie.” Hooking one of her legs behind the knee, he pressed it to her shoulder, pinning her open. Together, we watched his cock drive into her over and over, my come glistening on his shaft and her flared lips. It slicked my fingers as I rubbed her faster.

“Yes!” Sylvie cried, her gaze wild as she stared up at Tanyl. “Please, I need to?—”

“Come,” he said sharply. “All over me, Beauty.”

She keened, her body going rigid. Spasms rippled through her, quivering into my fingertips as I worked her clit.

“This cunt…” Tanyl said through clenched teeth, biting off the words like they angered him. Lust glazed his eyes, and his hair swung around his shoulders as he pushed Sylvie’s knee higher and fucked her hard. His thrusts turned fast and ruthless, the slap of skin on skin filling the air. “Gods, this cunt.” The tendons in his neck stood out as he thrust a final time and then held himself inside her, his head thrown back as he came.

I withdrew my fingers from her clit, my cock half-hard just from watching. Then Tanyl pulled out, and our mingled come spilled from Sylvie, creamy seed running down her swollen pussy to her asshole, the tiny puckered opening like a demure, pursed mouth.

A guttural sound scraped from my throat. Tanyl sat on his heels, his cock glistening with all three of us. Capturing my jaw, he dragged a rough thumb over my bottom lip.

“Clean her up,” he said, and my moan was loud enough to reach Vetra. He maneuvered to Sylvie’s other side, and I crawled between her thighs. She gasped, her thighs flung wide and her eyes glittering like aquamarines. Going to my hands and knees, I bent and licked at her drenched pussy, moaning as my erection dangled thick and swollen between my legs. Salt, musk, and sugar flowed over my tongue. Sex filled my mouth and slid down my throat. It was never going to be enough. Never enough, and I was cursed with it—a need both wrong and insatiable.

I’d known it since Saltvale.

“No more,” Sylvie whispered, trembling against my tongue. She tugged weakly at my hair. “Please, Briar.”

I lifted my head, my lips and chin smeared with us. Tanyl was there, his mouth closing over mine. He sucked our flavors from my tongue with a low groan, and I melted into him, exhaustion sweeping me at last.

As always, he read me easily, and he pressed me into the pillows with gentle hands and murmured words. My eyelids grew heavy, the battle at the riverbank finally catching up with me. At some point, the sex was going to catch up, too. That reckoning was coming.

But not just yet.

The murmurs continued, accompanied by swipes of a warm cloth and the brush of soft lips over mine. Everything was soft.

I could be soft just a little bit longer. So I surrendered, diving headfirst into the arms of sleep.