Chapter 35

Chapter

Thirty-Five

NYKO

A fter an enormous meal, more than I expected from the false dicknose King, I've been crashed on the couch, listening to Wolfe talking for what feels like an eternity about all the ways tomorrow could go, what quests we might face, and, most importantly, how we could use the moment to our advantage.

Now, he's up on his feet, staring out at the city, melancholy as hell, and I can't damn blame him. Being back here, reminded of what he lost, is gut-wrenching. I feel the sting twisting in my heart, too. I lost my father to the Great Desolation, killed in the destruction, my mother died while she gave birth to me, and it's taken me a damn long time to accept their loss. I'm not over it—never will be. So, being here, all I can think about is anger, wanting someone to pay.

I clench my fists, grinding my teeth.

That's when I realize that Killian and Sage have been in one of the other rooms for too long. They're way too quiet, which makes me suspicious. I leave behind the living area where Wolfe is lost in his thoughts and stroll down the long corridor. I hear a small laugh, leading me to the bathroom. I knock on the door, and it swings open—it wasn't shut.

It's a grand room with an enormous tub built into the floor, large enough to comfortably hold five to six Shadowfen in monster form. Right now, Sage sits upright quickly at seeing me as though she's been caught doing something. The tub is filled with a mountain of suds, the jets whirring as they shoot water around.

"You're looking suspicious." I stroll over to her and hit the button on the side of the tub to stop the jets. The sound was setting my teeth on edge.

She blinks at me, taking her time responding, her gorgeous little mouth hanging open. "I-I'm fine." She's grinning a lot, her breathing coming quickly, and I'm curious about what she's been up to. Something she's hiding, that's for sure.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, I scoop some suds and stare at my gorgeous princess, who's blushing immensely.

"Just having some time out?" she gasps.

"Is that so?" I reach over to push a wet strand of hair stuck to her brow. She releases a small moan, then quickly schools herself.

I notice her mannerisms—her flushed cheeks, her rapid breaths. I grin, seeing her so hot and bothered, and I dip my fingers into the water; it's hot but not scorching, so she might have been in here for a while.

"So, shall I join you?" I ask, already pulling up my shirt over my head.

"No, N…" Her voice breaks into a gorgeous moan, her body shuddering, head back, holding on to the edges of the tub, completely undone.

I laugh, knowing exactly what I'm seeing. My beautiful girl is having a damn orgasm, unraveling. She's fucking gorgeous.

Leaning over, I plunge my arm down deep into the water, my hand falling right onto a damn head. Of course, it's him.

I fist his hair and drag him to the surface.

Killian's head pops up, and he's grinning like a fool in his Shadowfen form, his forked tongue licking his lips as water rushes down his face. Suds are piled up on his shoulders, and his gaze is hazed over from his arousal. The stick-on gills on his blue neck open and close.

"You fucker," I growl, then burst out laughing. "I wish I would have thought of it first."

"I was hoping it'd take you longer before you came sniffing around." He leans over to Sage, kissing her all over her face. "You're so beautiful when you come."

She pinches her lips as though guilt is getting to her for being busted. "Are you just going to stand there or jump in?"

She's going to be the death of me.

I strip in seconds.

"These bubbles are hiding you from me." Killian rubs the suds off himself, then sweeps his arms across the surface, collecting a whole bunch more and driving it over the edge onto the tiled floor. The water easily reveals my naked princess. Those perky tits are calling to me—her full breasts, tiny waist, the mauve strip of hair between her legs, her curves, the promise of her thighs tightening against my head. If I'm going to die, there's no better way to go than having my face buried in her cunt. I want her desperately.

"That tongue…" She's reaching for Killian, her hand on his chest before sliding south.

A growl rips over my chest. "All right," I blurt out, a surge of competitiveness consuming me. "Enough. Let me show you how it's really done because I'm the fucking king of tonguing."

Killian chuckles and reclines against the side of the tub, as though accepting my challenge.

I reach for my pants on the floor and take out my stick-on gills—living on water means it's commonplace to carry them on us at all times. It feels gooey to touch but holds its shape. I slap it to the side of my neck, feeling the quick, sharp bite as it attaches to my flesh. The ache fades, replaced by the fluttering sensation at my neck as they activate.

I step into the tub, the water so warm it instantly soothes my nerves.

Killian rolls his eyes. "Well, go on, then. And if you're not good enough, I'm going again."

Sage laughs, and the maddening influence she has over me, her beauty, her lovingness, all bring out the primal beast inside me, rearing up, and I can't stop thinking about fucking her.

"I'd like to see you try," she teases.

Challenge accepted.

I slide into the water, its warmth enveloping me, and slip into my shadow form as I duck under the surface. Standing in the deepest end, away from the seat that juts out from the walls of the circular tub, the water laps up to my waist.

The water muffles their voices, but I'm already sliding my hands between her thighs, savoring the smoothness of her skin, spreading her, and she complies.

Reaching her waist, I draw her closer to me, my fingers tracing patterns on her hips. She's trembling, and it fuels my desire. I lean in, pressing my lips to her stomach, teasing her, then move lower, all while pulling her ass forward on the ledge in the tub she's perched on. My gaze focuses on her spread for me, the dark pink lips, her clit still swollen, and she's spectacular.

My tongue rolls out of my mouth, extended longer, thicker. Desperately, I lick her with the flat of my tongue, able to still taste her in the water while wishing for nothing more than to inhale her intoxicating scent.

She flinches at each stroke, her moans reaching me, and I grin.

I have no patience today, so I'm licking, sucking savagely. I'm a fucking lunatic when it comes to competition, and no way in hell is Killian doing better than me with Sage.

Hands slipping to her soft inner thighs, I spread her wider and push myself closer. I can't get close enough. I devour her like she's never been eaten before and press my tongue into her entrance, deeper, thicker, giving her what she desires. To have her cunt stretched, to make her breathless, to scream my name. I tongue her back and forth, wriggling inside her tightness, aggressive and deep.

I crave more of her, wanting it all. My cock's thick and heavy.

She trembles against me, and I tighten my hold, needing more. I suck on her clit and feel her hands on my head, fisting my head and pushing it against her.

I'm in fucking euphoria.

Suddenly, she's screaming, so I deeply lick, greedy as fuck to take everything she offers me.

She arches her back, those thighs closing around me. I can't let go, and I ride the wave with her, keeping me trapped here, taking starved strokes. Of damn course, I take my time, my tongue exploring every inch of her fluttering lips, knowing exactly how to drive her wild.

I hear her moan, the sound muffled but clear.

Then she collapses, her thighs releasing me. With a final lick of her quivering lips, I push to the surface, water sloshing everywhere.

"Feel like one more, princess?" I ask, leaning my body over hers, my cock resting heavily on her stomach, as I stare down at her. She's leaning back, her eyes half-closed, a satisfied smile on her lips. "I've never sipped and devoured someone who's so delectable that I'd give up my monster form if it meant I'd get it endlessly."

Her eyes are wide. "I'd never ask you to do that, and you never need to."

"But I'd do it for you."

Killian mumbles something, but I'm not listening to him.

I capture her lips in a hypnotic kiss, arousal pulsing through me, loving the feel of her body beneath mine.

A clearing of a throat from the doorway has me breaking our kiss and glancing over to Wolfe, standing in the entrance. Worst fucking timing. It's bad enough I have Killian stealing my time. Now, Wolfe's here, leaning a shoulder into the frame, legs crossed at the ankles, already in his monster form and completely damn naked. He's staring at Sage with fucking sex in his eyes, his cock hard.

I grunt, pulling back. "There's really no more space in this tub."

"Oh, yes, there is," Sage purrs, stretching out her hand to Wolfe. "Join us. If we're going to have a challenge for the best pussy licker, it's only fair he joins in."

"Pussy?" I groan, glancing back at her. "Like a human animal, a cat?"

Killian chuckles. "It's an adorable nickname humans use, among many others. But this is most appropriate. She purrs like a cat when we stroke her pussy."

I grin, loving the sound of the name.

"Then, the pussy challenge is on," Wolfe howls, wasting no time as he strolls over and climbs in, the water sloshing around the edges. He's palming himself, and I don't need to fucking see that.

"It's too fucking crowded," I complain, shuffling to the other side, across from Killian and our girl in the middle with Wolfe, who's already wearing his gills. Bastard. How long was he watching us, waiting for the perfect moment to interrupt?

I snort a laugh, thinking about it. I have no issue with sharing her, but getting alone time is becoming damn impossible.

"So, how long have you been lurking?" I ask Wolfe, who's not even looking my way.

"Long enough to know you two need to up your game." He's cracking his knuckles, stretching his mouth in preparation.

I eye him intensely.

Sage giggles. "I'm not complaining one bit."

Killian groans. "Yeah, yeah. We're all one big happy family."

Wolfe leans in, brushing a strand of wet hair from Sage's face. "Happy indeed."

I look at Killian, then back at Wolfe. "All right, enough chitchat. Let's see what you've got."

"Yes, let's see," she says, sitting up in the water, her smirk devious. "Are we doing this here, or am I getting out?"

Wolfe doesn't hesitate, and with a growl, he dives underwater, splashing us all, half the bathroom getting soaked. Sage screams with laughter, wriggling and half dipping under the water. I chuckle, staring over at Killian, who's shaking his head.

"Fuck him for showing off his two cocks," he growls, but there's a smile tugging at his lips.

I can't help myself, already approaching her, needing one of those nipples that keep popping out of the water in my mouth… Killian has the same idea—we fuck her brains out tonight. And she'll energize us, ready for tomorrow.

But for now, I'm reminded of what we're fighting for, and I steel myself for whatever comes.