Chapter 23

Chapter

Twenty-Three

MIRELLA

M y heart pounded as Andrin led me into the bedchamber. Rane passed us, heading for the windows. As Andrin halted me beside the bed, Rane drew the heavy drapes shut, smothering the sunlight except for a few pale beams that striped the rich carpet. The chamber dimmed, shadows pooling in the corners. Rane moved to the hearth next. Crouching with a poker in hand, he stirred the embers, coaxing the fire back to life. The faint crackle of flames joined the steady drum of my pulse.

Andrin put a fingertip under my chin and drew my gaze back to him. “Eyes on me, Mirella.”

Shivers coursed down my arms, and the memory of Rane’s voice at the Covenant ran through my mind in a thick, warm current.

Andrin is a demanding master.

I swallowed hard, nerves fluttering low in my stomach. But heat pooled there, too, a familiar ache building between my thighs. I waited for Andrin to touch me, to draw me into his arms and slant his mouth over mine.

Instead, he held my gaze, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that made my breath hitch. Woodsmoke and forest filled my lungs, along with the crisp, bracing scent that was his alone. Fire crackled behind me, its glow swelling. Light danced over Andrin’s hair and the thick bands of vines and prancing elk around his neck.

He kept me waiting. Kept me on edge as he had when he watched Rane pleasure me in the stable.

Eyes glittering, he brushed a thumb over my bottom lip. “So lovely, Mirella,” he said, his voice so deep it seemed to rumble the floor under my feet.

Warm hands slid around my waist, and I startled as Rane’s scent enveloped me from behind. His hard chest brushed my back, and his lips coasted over the shell of my ear. I hadn’t sensed his approach. Now, the men bracketed me, their larger bodies caging mine.

Andrin slid his hand from my mouth to my throat, his long fingers circling my neck. “Do you want us, Mirella? Both of us?”

My breath faltered, caught between the hammering of my heart and the molten heat gathering between my legs. Andrin’s grip on my throat was gentle but unyielding, his fingers a reminder of the control he wielded so effortlessly.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my heart thundering in my ears.

Satisfaction gleamed in Andrin’s eyes.

Rane brushed my hair aside, and cool air caressed my nape. Then his lips were on my skin, the tip of his tongue trailing a line of silky heat that raised goosebumps on my arms. His hands slid lower, brushing the small of my back as he began tugging at my gown’s laces.

I turned instinctively, looking over my shoulder—and then gasped when Andrin’s hand tightened around my throat, and he forced my gaze back to his.

“I told you to keep your eyes on me, my lady,” he said softly, then lowered his lips to mine.

I moaned into Andrin’s mouth, desire pumping faster. Maybe I shouldn’t have responded to him like I did. I shouldn’t have melted under his dark, commanding possessiveness. Surely, there were good reasons to resist him. But as his tongue stroked deep, I couldn’t recall a single one. His taste was intoxicating—a heady mix of magic and power that threatened to consume me whole. His fingers tightened around my neck, and I moaned as my nipples tightened.

Rane continued to undo my laces, each tug sending a shiver down my spine. His lips trailed fire along my skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

My gown loosened. Andrin broke off the kiss as Rane pushed the fabric off my shoulders and over my hips. My chemise followed with gentle tugs and hot kisses on my neck, my shoulder, the sensitive spot under my ear. My clothes fell away under their quick, competent hands. They unwrapped me like I was a prize—or a captive they’d long intended to share.

My breath hitched as Rane tugged the ribbon of my drawers, sending the delicate garment fluttering to my feet. Now, I stood between the men in nothing but my stockings, my garters tied above my knees. My nipples tightened, and my pussy clenched.

Grabbing my hips again, Rane tugged me against him. He reached around and cupped my breasts, his sigils black against my skin. I sucked in a breath as he pinched my nipples, plumping and rolling them under Andrin’s watchful gaze.

“I haven’t tasted you,” Andrin murmured. He knelt in front of me, and I trembled as he ran his hands up my legs, his palms bumping over the glossy ribbons. One by one, he untied them, tossing the ribbons aside and pulling my stockings off.

“Spread your legs,” Rane said against my throat. He abandoned my nipples and went back to fondling my breasts, squeezing and kneading just on the pleasurable side of pain. “Do it,” he ordered, biting my earlobe.

I yelped, heat flooding my face. Swallowing, I moved my feet apart.

“Wider.”

A whimper escaped me as I obeyed. The scent of my arousal drifted up, and my face burned hotter.

Andrin sat back on his heels, his eyes going heavy-lidded as he fixed his stare between my legs. I knew what he saw. Moisture seeped from me, teasing my folds and smearing my inner thighs. The men were still fully clothed while I was completely exposed, my nipples tight and my clit swelling from its sheath.

“So obedient,” Rane murmured, sliding a languid hand down my abdomen. Pressing soft kisses to my neck, he dragged his fingers through the tight thatch of curls on my mound before forming his thumb and forefinger into a V and spreading my pussy wide. “And such a pretty cunt.” He stretched me wider, his fingers pressing hard. He used his other hand to tease one of my jutting nipples. “How does she look, sire? Is she wet enough for us?”

I moaned, my knees loosening. If not for Rane’s hands on me, I might have slid to the floor.

“She could be wetter,” Andrin said. Then he pushed a thick finger inside me.

Magic snapped. I cried out, clenching around the intrusion.

Finger buried deep in my pussy, Andrin swiped his tongue over my clit. At the same moment, Rane pinched my nipple.

Pleasure sizzled through me. They kept it up, coordinating their movements. Andrin whirled his tongue around my center as Rane flicked and pinched the tender, aching tip of my breast. His teeth closed over my earlobe, the stinging pain somehow enhancing the pleasure.

Andrin seized my hip, holding me steady while he sucked at my clit. Rane kept me spread, giving Andrin unfettered access to my aching clit. Andrin thrust a second finger inside me and continued tonguing my clit.

“Oh, gods,” I gasped, need mounting. My hips rocked without my permission. Canting my head down, I panted as Andrin’s tongue flashed over my folds and protruding clit. He lapped at my arousal, licking Rane’s fingers as he sucked and licked between my legs.

“I love your tits,” Rane said against my neck. He cupped my breast again, his fingers splayed around my quivering flesh. “I wanted to strip you naked that first night in the Covenant, Mirella. I could have done it. Ripped your gown away and told you to run. Would you have liked that, sweetheart? Your pretty tits bouncing as you ran from me?” He jiggled the swell in his hand like he meant to demonstrate.

My knees loosened. As it had at the Covenant, his whispered, scandalous words set a fire in my veins. But this time, the images he conjured weren’t accompanied by a shadow between my legs. No, Andrin was there, his fingers pumping inside me as he devoured my pussy.

Within seconds, I was panting, my orgasm ready to strike.

“Yes,” I gasped, clutching at Andrin’s head. My hips jerked. Arousal surged between my thighs. Andrin thrust his fingers deeper, hooking them and stroking a spot that made me cry out. Warm tingles spread through me, my release hovering. I only had to reach for it?—

Andrin sat back and pulled his fingers from my body.

“No!” I wailed, my pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness.

“Hush,” Rane said against my neck. “You want to come, sweetheart, you have to earn it.” He swung me into his arms and carried me to the bed. Andrin was between my legs the second my back hit the mattress. I got a flash of burning blue eyes and red hair before he flipped me onto my stomach and hauled me onto all fours.

His hands came down on my ass—not quite a slap but not gentle, either. As I sucked in a breath, he shoved my upper body down, spread my cheeks wide, and plunged his face to my pussy.

“Andrin!” I gasped, my heart racing. I fell to my elbows, thrusting my ass high and shamelessly begging for the release he’d cruelly denied me. He did wicked things with his tongue, darting it around my clit before teasing my lips apart and delving inside me. His beard scraped my feverish skin, every rasp making me whimper and squirm.

Rane climbed onto the bed in front of me. He’d shed his clothes, and sunlight gilded his rippling muscle as he knelt before me, his cock at my eye level. He speared his fingers through my hair and tilted my head up.

“Open,” he murmured.

I obeyed, letting him guide his erection past my lips. Somewhere in my mind, worries rose. I’d never done this. Would I please him? My fears intensified as his shaft filled my mouth, and his salty taste coated my tongue. Was there a certain technique to it? What if I accidentally bit him?

“Perfect,” he rasped, his eyes gleaming as he pressed deeper. “Oh, that’s a good girl, opening so wide for me.” The praise obliterated my nerves, and I closed my lips tightly around his shaft and gave an experimental suck.

Rane’s nostrils flared. He tugged at my hair, a low moan escaping him as he guided me up and down his shaft. “Fuck, Mirella, just like that.”

Andrin’s lips left my pussy. A second later, something hard nudged my opening. Heat seared my entrance, and I tensed as Andrin’s cockhead began to stretch me.

Rane stopped thrusting but didn’t pull his dick from my mouth.

Andrin smoothed a warm palm over my hip. “Relax,” he said huskily. His fingers danced over my clit, and I moaned around Rane’s cock as pleasure tingled through me.

“Good girl,” Rane breathed, stroking my hair. He eased his hips back and then forward, tunneling deeper into my mouth. The movement nudged my body backward, and Andrin’s cockhead probed deeper, slipping through my arousal and gliding over my aching folds.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Andrin said, his voice low and rough. One hand gripped my hip while the other guided the blunt tip of his cock all around my pussy. Light smacking sounds drifted from between my legs as he teased my clit and swollen folds, dragging his cockhead over my slick, fevered flesh. With each tantalizing brush, thick ribbons of pleasure wound through me. I whimpered, needing more. Andrin gave it to me, notching himself against my opening and entering me one slow inch at a time. Exquisite heat and pressure filled me, but it didn’t hurt. On the contrary, there was something addicting about the stretch, and I rolled my hips back, seeking more of it. A sweet burn spread through me, and I moaned around Rane’s cock as I took Andrin deeper into my body. More pressure. More burning stretch. Then his thighs pressed hard against my ass, and he gave a throaty growl.

“You did it, sweetheart.” He swept a warm palm down my back to my ass. “You took every inch.”

“Fuck,” Rane rasped, gazing down at me as he resumed pumping gently into my mouth. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

“Gorgeous,” Andrin murmured, his voice thick with appreciation. He stroked his fingers—his thumbs, it felt like—around my taut opening, caressing the delicate skin where his cock stretched me. “I’ve wanted this pussy wrapped around my dick for a long time, Mirella.”

The words sent more heat twisting through me. Curiosity rushed in its wake. How long had Andrin been attracted to me?

“Almost from the start,” he said as if he’d read my mind. He slid his hands up my sides and found my breasts, which swayed as he began to thrust. “You looked good in my collar, my lady. You make a man want to keep you, your gorgeous body bare except for a band of gold around your pretty throat.”

I whimpered, picturing it. Andrin began to thrust, his cock plunging into me with wet sucking sounds. Rane kept a loose grip on my head as he continued fucking my mouth. His salty taste coated my tongue. His eyes burned as he held my stare.

“You’d stay in your cage,” Andrin continued, “your creamy skin glowing against the cushions. And when I gave the order, you’d crawl to me, your pussy already wet for your lord.”

My moan was loud enough to shake the bed. Speared on both ends, I was at their mercy, my body stretched to receive them. Drool slipped down my chin. My breasts bounced, my nipples tightening to the point of pain. I gripped the bedding, feeling like the decadent, sensual creature Andrin described.

Andrin thrust faster, his breaths coming in harsh pants and his hips slapping my ass. My orgasm gathered, the promise of bliss rushing me.

Just as I started to go over the edge, everything changed. The men pulled out, and strong hands gripped my waist. Andrin flipped me around and pushed me onto my back. Then Rane was between my thighs, his cock nudging my opening.

“Rane,” I gasped, my head spinning from the dizzying change in position. Denied two orgasms, I arched off the bed as need overwhelmed me. “Please…”

His eyes flashed. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held himself above me. “Please, what?”

He was going to make me say it. Fine. Gripping his shoulders, I spread my legs wide. “Fuck me. Please. I have to come.”

Shadows flowed down his arms. My breath hitched as ropes wrapped around my wrists and pulled my arms over my head. I tugged and promptly encountered no give in my bonds. An inky feather peeled off Rane’s neck and drifted to my chest. I watched, heart thumping, as it fluttered over my nipple.

“Oh…” I gasped, tingles spreading through my breast. A second feather drifted down and teased my other nipple, its black tail blurring. The tingling, buzzing sensations suffused my chest and shot straight to my pussy as if invisible threads connected them. Rane’s cock was a hot, teasing presence at my opening, which clenched repeatedly. My heartbeat pounded in my clit. I tugged at my wrists, my breasts heaving.

Rane watched with an avid gaze, his hair spilling over his shoulders. “You have no idea how beautiful you are in my ropes, Mirella. They want more of you. I think I’ll let them have their way.”

Another black, twisting rope slid between our bodies and disappeared. Rane pushed inside me, his cock gliding easily where Andrin had been a moment before. As he seated himself to the hilt, a slick tongue teased my asshole.

My gasp echoed around the bedchamber, pleasure pulling my spine off the bed. “Oh my… gods ,” I groaned, my heart racing. “C-Can you feel that?”

Rane nodded. “My shadows are part of me. I feel you, Mirella.” The hot, swirling tongue between my cheeks fluttered faster. “And one day, I’m going to claim you here while Andrin fucks your pussy. Would you like that, sweetheart? Having both of us inside you? Stretching your pretty holes?”

“Yes,” I moaned, any embarrassment I might have felt melting under the hot pleasure coursing through me. The feathers at my breasts fluttered faster, teasing my nipples until they jutted lewdly. The little tongue sped up, too, making everything between my legs clench. Rane thrust again, his shaft grinding over my clit.

The orgasm struck in a blinding white flash. It leveled me, scorching my veins like a torch put to accelerant. Pleasure pulsed and then pounded through me. I arched as much as the ropes around my wrists would allow, mindless babble spilling from me as I rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Rane fucked me through it—and then kept fucking me as the waves receded.

“Shit,” Rane muttered, thrusting harder. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Not yet,” Andrin said gruffly, appearing behind him. He’d stripped while I was occupied with Rane, and he looked like some kind of dark, avenging god with his sigils spreading across his broad shoulders and down his thick arms.

Andrin tipped the contents of a small vial into his palm before tossing the vial aside. His blue eyes found mine over Rane’s shoulder as he worked something slick and shiny over his fingers before he moved his hand to a spot I couldn’t see.

“Fuck!” Rane rasped, jerking suddenly. He stopped thrusting, and a look of intense concentration spread over his features. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered, his eyes drifting shut.

“Relax,” Andrin rumbled, his gaze on whatever he was doing with his hand. Faint, slick sounds drifted to my ears.

Was he…?

“Open up,” Andrin ordered.

Yes, he was. My passage clenched, and Rane’s eyes flew open, a frazzled expression crossing his face.

“Gods, Mirella, you can’t squeeze me like that.”

Andrin’s lips curved, and he used his free hand to caress Rane’s hip. “Why don’t you stop worrying about her pussy and focus on yours.”

I stifled a moan, heat searing my face at Andrin’s wicked choice of words.

Closing his eyes again, Rane spoke through clenched teeth. “You’re not helping, Andrin.”

“Yes, I am,” Andrin said, not looking the least bit sorry. He slid his hand from Rane’s hip to his shoulder and then pressed him down, forcing Rane to his forearms on either side of me. “I’m getting this tight hole ready for me.” He worked his hand faster, his gaze on Rane’s ass. “There you go…” The slick sounds grew louder, and Andrin grunted. “Oh, fuck, that’s nice. Yeah. Let me in. There’s my good boy.”

Rane trembled, his breath puffing over my face. His chest brushed my aching nipples, and his dick twitched inside me.

I held my breath, a potent mix of desire and wonder coursing through me. Bound and spread beneath Rane, I couldn’t see much of what Andrin was doing. And, oddly enough, the mystery stoked my lust higher. I’d never been closer to anyone as I was to Rane in that moment. We were connected in every way possible, his dick lodged in my pussy and his face inches from mine. Every flicker of emotion in his eyes was displayed for me alone. I saw it all—every sigh and whimper, every flutter of his lashes as he fought to maintain his composure.

After a few more minutes, Andrin grasped both of Rane’s hips and rocked against him. From the slick, fleshy sounds and the way Andrin moved, I could only guess he’d pressed his cock between Rane’s cheeks and now worked his shaft up and down Rane’s cleft.

“Oh, shit,” Rane gasped. All at once, his shadows withdrew from my body. The ropes slid from my wrists, and the feathers and questing tongue retreated. He opened his eyes and gave me a rueful smile. “I can only concentrate on so many things at once.”

I lowered my arms, then tucked a lock of black hair behind his pointed ear. “I don’t mind.”

His eyes softened. Then he kissed me, his lips just as soft and gentle. His body rocked against mine, and he groaned into my mouth as his dick pushed deeper inside me. When he broke off the kiss, I got a clear view of Andrin behind him. He rose above us, his hands tight on Rane’s hips as he entered him.

Rane dropped his head, a shudder passing through him. Andrin stilled, his glistening fingers caressing Rane’s waist.

“Good?” he asked gruffly.

Rane nodded, lifting his head. “Yeah.” He rolled his hips back in a slow, serpentine glide, and both men groaned.

Andrin clenched his jaw, a look of ecstasy spreading over his face. “There you go,” he whispered, beginning to thrust. “That’s right. Keep it open. You keep your cunt open, and I’ll do the rest.”

Rane and I both sucked in a breath. “Gods, Andrin,” Rane muttered. “You are a filthy bastard.”

Thrusting harder, Andrin smiled at me.

Every surge of Andrin’s hips drove Rane’s cock even deeper inside me, leaving me no room of my own. The men’s weight crushed me, but I couldn’t be bothered to care. And I couldn’t have moved if I tried. Shuddering and rocking with them, I could only cling to Rane’s shoulders while I absorbed his and Andrin’s thrusts. Desire built, little fires flaring everywhere. I moaned, my body splayed open and the wet sounds of my pussy rising above the men’s moans.

Andrin fucked both of us, a knowing look in his eyes as he held my stare. “Do you like this, little pet? You like having Rane in your pussy while I use his ass?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the fires roaring. “Yes, sire.”

His nostrils flared. He bent over Rane, letting his mouth hover just above mine. “I like it, too, sweet Mirella. But just to be clear, I’m coming for your pussy later. When we’re finished here, you’re going to stay put, your pretty legs closed so Rane’s seed stays in your tight little cunt. And you’re not going to spill a drop, my lady, because as soon as I’m able, I’m going to put another load inside you. I want to see both of us dripping down your thighs. Do you understand? Say yes, sire .”

“Yes!” I sobbed, the cresting pleasure almost unbearable. “Yes, sire.”

Andrin took my mouth in a searing, possessive kiss. He thrust faster, crushing Rane between us. The bed rocked, and Rane’s chest mashed my breasts. His ragged moans filled my ear. Locked between us, Rane couldn’t thrust anymore. Andrin controlled everything, slamming into Rane and forcing Rane’s dick more firmly inside me.

The massive bed shook beneath us, the carved headboard knocking against the wall. The bed ropes shrieked in protest, but it didn’t matter. Andrin spurred us toward a cliff’s edge, with no option to pull back. We were going to tumble over, the three of us locked in a fall.

Andrin’s thrusts grew too punishing to maintain our kiss, and he reared back and seized Rane’s hips.

“Move,” Andrin grated. “You’re going to work for this.”

For a moment, I didn’t know if he addressed me or Rane. Then Rane pushed to his elbows, his breathless “yes, sire” ending on a broken cry as Andrin landed a heavy slap on his ass.

Rane threw his hips back, impaling himself on Andrin’s cock even as he thrust into me. His body sawed between us, his balls smacking my ass and the ends of his hair lashing my jiggling breasts.

“More,” Andrin bit out, landing another brutal blow. “Make her come.”

With a hoarse cry, Rane moved faster, his features taut with his efforts. On his next thrust, he adjusted the angle of his hips. His cock plunged into me, the slick shaft brushing my clit. I hurtled toward the edge of the cliff, pleasure buzzing in my veins. Another thrust of Rane’s hips, and I flew over the edge, my muscles clenching hard as I shattered.

The men followed, their shouts ringing around the bed. Rane jerked as he flooded me with heat. Andrin’s bellow echoed in my ears. I soared above all of it, the hot surge of pleasure spinning into bone-melting bliss.

I descended slowly, accompanied by a heavy lassitude and the murmur of male voices. Then I was tucked against something warm and solid. A hard chest expanded at my back. Gentle fingers brushed my hair away from my sweaty neck. Sleep beckoned. Sighing, I rushed into its arms.