Stop worrying so much. You’re no flower in danger of getting trampled. If they get too bad, we’ll find a way to get what we need, Ijina offered with a teasing laugh.
Karissa took a deep breath. Ijina was right. It was time to stop worrying.
“It’s no more than your effect on us, tana.” Tyral scraped his teeth over her neck and tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her back against his rigid erection. He thrust against her buttocks.
“I’ll think of some revenge against you…” She surrendered to the want, the need building inside of her. They were driving her slowly mad with their inflammatory touches, the heat of their bodies. “By the Veil, kiss me.”
Callan’s lips settled over hers. His tongue slipped between her lips and tangled with hers, luring her tongue into his mouth. She stroked her tongue with his, taking that rich, spicy taste deep into her mouth. In spite of the invigorating orgasm given by their Fire Spirits, she was burning with need for them. She closed her eyes, pushing her breasts against his hard chest, reveling in the tingling prickles that shot through her at the delightful friction.
“Come, Rissa.” Tyral turned her in his arms as Callan drew away from her. “Let’s go to the bed. I want to pleasure you tonight. I want to taste you again, feel your soft skin against mine.”
Chapter Seven
Just the sound of their voices, deep and rolling, brought a fresh spate of cream to her pussy. They were so sexy. Their smell was so musky and masculine—that intan spice essence drew her to brush her body against theirs, to get closer to them. From the first moment she’d seen them they’d been almost irresistible. She’d wanted to touch them when she’d barely even known their names. Now that she was bound to them their pull was stronger.
Karissa leaned into Tyral’s side as they drew her to the bed. She wanted them. She wanted this and she wasn’t going to fight it anymore.
They dealt with her clothing with smooth efficiency, tossing it away as her hand smoothed up Callan’s side in a slow caress. When she was naked, they urged her onto the red and yellow sheets. She lay back on the silken coverings and they lay beside her on their sides, simply looking at her for a few moments, savoring the moment.
Tyral moved first. His lips slid over her cheek and settled lightly on her lips. He feathered his lips over hers in light teasing brushes. He waited until her lips moved under his and her tongue slid over his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth, before his tongue stroked into her mouth.
Karissa drew on his tongue, pulling that spicy taste into her mouth and reveling in it. Her desire rose as she relaxed into his kiss. She wanted them, could feel a warm, creamy wetness on her thighs and buttocks. The want wasn’t just physical.
It felt so right to feel their warm bodies beside her. She hadn’t realized just how much she had missed them until this moment. It was as if she’d come home. This was where she belonged.
“Do you know how much I’ve missed your luscious taste, tana?” Tyral’s words grated against her lips.
Callan’s lips settled on the tip of one swollen breast. His warm mouth opened over the hard point. His teeth scraped the silky skin in a tantalizing mock threat that drew a wriggle and a moan from her.
Hot, wet warmth surrounded the reddened peak. His cheeks hollowed as he drew her breast deep into his mouth. Her back arched and her hands threaded through Callan’s silken hair. Gods, it felt so good, so intense. Her eyes closed as he suckled at her breast. She couldn’t remain still. Her legs moved restlessly and she fisted her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. She ached for more.
Tyral nipped at her, his fangs delivering a sharp sting to her swollen lips as he drew back. His lips returned, brushing over her mouth, and then strung a soft fluttering trail down to her neck. One of her hands left Callan’s hair and threaded into Tyral’s. He nibbled at her neck, his lips and teeth leaving a tingling trail to the neglected crown of her other breast.
His hand cupped her breast plumping it as he nibbled at the hardened nipple. A rumble of appreciation vibrated against her flesh as his tongue curled around her nipple and he began to suck greedily.
She stiffened, her breath hitching, a soft gasp of surprise and delight as she felt two sets of sharp teeth teasing her breasts. “Oh, yes, like that…” She arched into those tormenting mouths, craving the sharp sensations shooting through her.
Callan lifted his head from her breast. “Do you know how much I’ve missed your taste, the soft, silky feel of your skin and the scent of your heat?”
A hand slid over her thigh probing the smooth, hairless mound of her femininity. Her legs splayed, widened, granting his questioning hand access to her warm, honeyed pussy. One large finger slipped between the plump lips and swirled in the slick juices coating her slit, drawing the fluid up and stroking over the swollen hood of her clit in short circles.
Karissa caught her breath and clenched her hands, gripping their hair as her hips bucked in response as two thick fingers slipped into her quim. She tensed, anticipating the hot glide as the fingers fucked her. She burned with want.
When they remained unmoving in her clenching slit, she wriggled her hips trying to urge them to stop tormenting her. Frustration built as the two fingers remained buried within her hot channel. Her inner muscles squeezed around the two digits, increasing the feeling of fullness causing the aching need to intensify.
A cry of disappointment escaped her when those thick fingers were pulled from her without stroking into her.
“By the waters, please,” she whimpered, writhing.
Her body felt hot and there was a hard aching knot in her stomach. The slamming beat of her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. Her clit throbbed with need. The drawing pull from their lips seemed to be connected by a fiery thread to the growing blaze of desire writhing within her core, feeding it. They couldn’t leave her like this.
“We’re pleasing you, eli moru,” Tyral murmured around her nipple. “If you have doubts about that, I will certainly endeavor to ease them. I want to see you burn.” With a wet smack Tyral released her breast. His tongue stroked lingeringly around her nipple, savoring her taste before laving the underside of her breast. He nipped at the slight mound of her belly and smiled as she drew in a shaky, quivering breath. His lips brushed the small red spot in a brief kiss before his tongue flicked over it, soothing the tiny sting.
He placed a kiss at the top of the folds of the pink flesh. He moved between her legs, hooking one of them over his shoulder as she lifted and bent the other. The red tip of her clit peaked out from the glistening folds of her labia. He bent down and licked the delicious juices off those plump lips.
“By the Ancients, you’re perfect. I could lick and suck at you and never get tired of that sweet taste.” Tyral parted the folds and ran his eyes from the hard red hood of her clit to the wet slit below.
Her hips arched off of the bed when his tongue began flaying her clit. Sharp daggers of pleasure sliced through her with each flicking stroke. She’d missed the hard feel of their bodies next to her and the way they drove her crazy with need. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d yearned for the heat of their bodies or that unique, arousing scent during the night until just now.
“Tyral…” The harsh groan rolled from her throat as her head tossed on the bed. One hand clenched in Callan’s hair and the other grasped a fistful of the silky bedding. “So good… more…give me more.”
Her hips rose into the circling strokes and long laps of his talented tongue. Pure need ruled her actions. She needed more. His mouth moved lower to her dripping quim. His tongue circled her slit, probing at the sensitive rim. He drank down the juices that flowed from her and plunged his tongue into her, stroking along the walls of her pussy, drawing more moisture from her.
She arched beneath the dual ministrations of the men, mindless with desire. Callan’s lips sucked at her breast. Occasionally his sharp fangs would scrape over her breast, sending a delicious thrill down her spine and causing her pussy
to clench with need. With one hand he tormented her free breast. He cupped the neglected mound, massaging it with his hand then flicking at the hard tip, tugging and pinching the sensitive crest. Almost leisurely, his fingers plucked and twisted the reddened nipple.
Tyral drove her to the edge of ecstasy. His tongue flicked and twisted within her cunt, lapping up the honeyed juices that spilled from her as if it were the sweetest nectar and he a thirsty man. The knot of desire in her core was unbearably taut and she writhed between them, whimpering wordless pleas falling from her lips as her hips punched up against that tormenting tongue.
“Te thali, do you know what you do to us?” Tyral looked up at her. “I’m on fire with desire for you.”
Callan reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her breast. “You’re so responsive, tana. Every time we touch you, you go wild, ignite under our hands. I love that about you. It makes me feel invincible, like the Realm’s best lover.” He lay back on the bed and waited as Tyral drew back from Karissa’s pussy.
Karissa reached for Tyral, a sound of denial on her lips, unhappy at being left wanting when she was desperate for them. Callan chuckled at her frustrated expression and caught her hands before she could get hold of Tyral.
“No, tana, we’re having as much trouble hanging on to our control as you are. One touch, one brush of your lips could break that tenuous grip.” Callan brushed his lips across hers.
Callan pulled her on top of him, arranging her legs on either side of his. She pressed her body against his. The hard points of her nipples brushed across his chest and her hips undulated against his as she sought satisfaction. He slipped his hand between their bodies and inserted the tip of his cock into her tight pussy. Karissa closed her eyes as he entered her slowly. The feel of his thick shaft pushing into her sent shivers of delight through her. It was sweet, sharp, but not enough.
“Hold on to it, tana. Come with us.” Callan’s lips brushed her ear. She was trembling, her eyes feverish with desire.
She bit her lip and locked her eyes with his. “Hurry.” Raw hunger rushed through her, demanding satisfaction.
Karissa looked over her shoulder as Callan pulled her upper body down and his hands cupped her buttocks. She saw Tyral cork a small bottle and drop it onto the bed. Callan’s large hands spread her cheeks as Tyral moved into position behind her. His well-oiled cock gleamed in the soft light of the lamps. He pressed the blunt, rounded head of his shaft to the puckered, pink rosette of her back entrance.
She shook as that broad head pushed against the muscular ring of her anus, but it wasn’t pain that she felt. Anticipation and pleasure heightened every tingling, electric sensation boiling through her. As that back entrance yielded to the gentle pressure, admitting his thick, long shaft, Karissa moaned a low sound of pure enjoyment.
By the Ancients, she didn’t know how long she could withhold her pleasure. Each sensation was hot, piercing. As her muscles stretched around him, prickling exquisite pulses flickered through her, tightening the muscles of her pussy around Callan’s cock.
Tyral pushed forward until he was fully seated in her tight anal channel. He withdrew, nipping at her neck with his teeth. She trembled and caught the flash of satisfaction in Callan’s eyes. She knew both men reveled in her reaction to their touch.
Her body was poised on the edge of climax. Her hips rose in response to Callan’s urging, taking his cock as his shaft withdrew. They rocked her between them, enjoying her breathless cries, her pleas for more.
“By the Veil, please… I need…” Karissa was incoherent as Callan’s hips drove into hers and she slid down onto his cock. “Fuck me.”
She was burning between them and ecstasy remained just out of reach. Every nipping kiss, every brush of their hands enflamed the need streaking through her body. Sharp spikes of hunger seared her, enhancing the coiled throbbing knot of desire. Her body ached, yearned for completion too long denied. Her clit was swollen, hard, and a fiery dart of pure fire ripped into her every time Callan’s pelvis ground against her.
“Come for us, tana.” Tyral drove into her just as desperate for completion as she was. “Give us your pleasure.”
She arched back into the thrust of his hips, her eyes closing as sensation ripped through her. The feel of their cocks, filling her, moving within her, drove her beyond all thought. She merely felt—their heat surrounding her, the pleasure as they stroked into her and the sharp edge of climax as it approached like a giant wave. She wanted that, needed it and her body surged against theirs as she sought fulfillment.
Callan brushed his lips against hers in a tender caress as he drove into her. “I want to see your green eyes cloud with pleasure as you come. Give it to me.” He arched his hips pushing his cock deep into the wet heat. Her muscles rippled along his cock, trying to pull him deeper into her.
She felt the tension within her tightening, felt the bliss approaching. Her muscles clenched as pleasure exploded inside of her. She arched, her face pressed against his shoulder as she screamed her pleasure. Her sheath rippled and shards of bliss danced through her. She trembled as sensation spilled over her like water cascading from a high ledge.
Callan drove into her slick cunt. His hips rose and fell in a desperate bid to find his own pleasure.
Her eyes widened as Callan’s strokes and the surging plunges of Tyral’s cock stirred a quick response within her. The pulsing desire twisted and built inside her, demanding satisfaction. She didn’t question the intensity, just reached for the pleasure that waited for her.
Her eyes locked with Callan’s as she rode his cock in a renewed quest for climax. Every pounding thrust of their hips drove her closer to ecstasy. Callan came first. His hips lunged up, sinking his shaft deep into her on each stabbing charge. He stiffened beneath her, his cock pumping into her as his seed pulsed deep into her womb.
Tyral’s thrusts pushed her hips down onto Callan, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Almost… She dangled on the precipice of climax. Daggers of pleasure ripped through her. She pushed back into Tyral, wanting to give him pleasure as much as she wanted to find it. His cock shuttled back and forth and she eagerly accepted each pistoning stroke. The keen edge to the sensations roaring through her swept her higher, made her more desperate.
“Harder, Tyral.” She shoved her buttocks back into his thrusting hips. She gritted her teeth, trembling beneath him.
She felt a hand insinuating itself between her belly and Callan’s and her eyes opened to see Callan’s wicked smile. His fingers slid over her stomach and down to her pussy. He began stroking her clit, taking her closer to climax with each circling brush of his callused fingers.
Tyral thrust into her, his cock driving deep with each thrust. He came a breath before she did. A rumbling groan escaped from his throat as his hips surged against her buttocks. His cock jerked inside her and hot jets of semen spurted into her. With every spraying pulse, he ground into her.
That pressure pushing her against the fingers dancing over her clit triggered her orgasm. She came, a firestorm of ecstasy flowing through her, leaving her shaken, breathing hard between the sweat slick bodies of her lovers and lost to everything but the sharp sensations rippling over her body.
“It’s good to have you with us again, te thali.” Callan’s breath brushed over her ear as she surfaced from the fog of pleasure. “You greedy woman, you came twice—but don’t fear, we’ll catch up to you. I’m hungry for you again. When you can stir yourself to move, you can rediscover the joys of bathing with your mates.”
Chapter Eight
The two men had been insatiable, citing her long absence as justification, but they had stopped to allow her time to get ready to formally dine with their fathers and those of the Volirian Court gathered at the palace on Baezid at this time. More people would arrive daily in response to the coming nuptials. Already the palace staff was working hard on the preparations for the wedding feast.
Karissa took her time choosing what to wear for the meal. It wasn’t a si
mple decision. She wanted to make a good impression on their family. The Aliara garb she’d worn earlier today wasn’t appropriate even though it was suitable for both formal and casual occasions. She was now officially the betrothed of the Princes of Volir. Maintaining her association with the Frejan Court wouldn’t be good form. After much consideration, she had it down to two choices—one blue and the other silver, in very different styles.
The first was a dark blue—near black—conservatively-cut dress that contrasted with her pale golden skin. The silver had a daring neckline and flowed in a figure-hugging line to her thighs before draping in a straight line to the floor. Holding up the dresses, Karissa decided to dress conservatively tonight. She wanted to see what the other women were wearing before she wore a really daring dress.
The high collar of the silky blue dress accentuated her slender neck and the soft fabric hugged her body, molding to her breasts and down over her stomach. Silver bands gathered the gauzy material of the sleeves at her wrists. A silver belt rested at her hips, delineating the soft curve of her waist. The dress cascaded in a straight fall from her hips and a thigh-high slit allowed a glimpse of her toned leg and easier movement.
When Tyral and Callan joined her, they smiled and their eyes swept over her. She could see the hunger in their eyes and enjoyed the fact that they reacted so strongly to merely the sight of her. She smiled back and smoothed a hand over her dress.
“You’re beautiful,” Tyral said and brushed his hand over her hair, tangling a finger in the curls trailing down her back.
“Thank you.” Karissa blushed. Her eyes swept over them. “You two look…fabulous.”
Good enough to make a meal of. Do you think we could convince them to stay in the room tonight? Ijina asked.
We’ll have them later, Karissa promised. She’d like nothing more than to stay in the room with those two men, but they were expected to join the Kings and Queen for a meal.
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