Kings of Blood and Money (Underworld Kings)

“No,” he teases, and it sets my body alight.

Remi captures my lips hungrily as an orgasm crests, fast, firm. My tongue darts out to dance with his.

Noah’s lips caress my spine, hips, ass, digging his teeth into the supple flesh of my ass cheek, a wolf feeding.

Warm palms cup my tits. Remi’s thumb and forefinger pinch the aching nipple, his eyes scorching a fire over my skin as he watches where we’re joined. I glide up and down his cock, my slick fluids glistening over the shaft.

“Are you enjoy sitting on Remi’s cock, Freya?” Noah breathes. My stomach tightens, energy surging through me, demanding an outlet.

“Yes,” I gasp.

He swipes his tongue up the seam of my ass, coating my hole in saliva. My breath catches. “You want me in your ass or fucking your pussy with Remi?” His free hand slips around my body, slipping through the folds of my pussy, circling my throbbing clit.

My chest heaves with my labored breathing. Remi grinds my hips down, his pelvis bucking up, fucking himself, using me as an aid. Watching him pleasure himself while using my body is almost as good as the sensations of me doing it. Clenching, my stomach tightens, waves of warm pleasure washing over me. “Oh god…oh…ohhh…”

“She’s ready,” Remi says, my juices coating his cock as he kisses me, sharing breath.

Guiding my body lower onto Remi, Noah tilts his hips with mine. “Tell me what you want, you dirty girl.”

“Ass and pussy,” I pant.

“Always both, greedy girl,” he chuckles, pushing his cock against my hole where Remi’s filling me up. It burns a little as he stretches me out. My body adjusts quickly, already expanding to accept him inside. The length of him glides alongside Remi’s, fucking my needy pussy. He moves delicately at first, then gains momentum when he feels my hips push down, taking them both all the way into my body. A unified sigh escapes into the room.

“You’re so fucking hungry, Freya,” Noah growls, pistoning his hips into me. “How I love to feed you.”

Fire scorches my entire body, nerves firing, another orgasm ripping through me. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” Remi groans as I throb around them.

“Ass,” I pant. I want to feel them everywhere.

Pulling from my pussy, Noah prods the entrance of my ass with his cum-coated tip. He eases past the resistance, urging my muscles to give way for him, stretching me out. I feel so full, I almost want to push against his entry. “Fuck,” Noah roars, thrusting in to the hilt. “You’re such a sexy little slut, Freya.”

He makes me fucking weak. The darkness to Remi’s light. Day and night—and I need both to survive.

Remi’s lips capture mine. “You’re stunning. I fucking love you,” he confesses against my lips as his brother bucks into me, gliding me over Remi’s cock with his efforts. We move in tandem, grinding, pulsing, fucking with fervor.

Noah wraps my hair in a fist, tugging my head back, his other palm lacing around my throat, thrusting his hips, skin slapping skin. Our moans fill the air as we topple over the edge of pleasure into euphoria.

Sweat coats our bodies. The lightning strikes outside the window, dancing its color over our flesh as we collapse in a heap of limbs. A smile, salacious and giddy, curls my lips as their cum leaks from within me.

“Erm…something happened, and I don’t know how to feel about it,” Remi announces.

Leaning up on an elbow, I look to him, brow creased. “What is it?”

Silence.

“Remi?” I press.

“Midnight licked my face mid-orgasm.”

A rapture of laughter fills the room.

This is us. This is love. This is home.

Thirty-Seven

Epilogue 2

Noah

Curling an arm around Freya’s shoulder as she sits naked at her desk, designing something on the computer for her fashion class, I drink in her sex-drenched skin. We had a rare morning without Remi hogging the bedsheets, so I took full advantage of having her pleasure all to myself, making lazy love to our woman.

We always fucked rough, her and I, my appetite ferocious, hers demanding, but every now and then, I like to show her how much I worship her, love her bone-fucking-deep with the passionate, slow, sensual fucking Remi’s mastered.

“Are you leaving me now too?” she sighs, her hands clasping my wrist resting against her collarbone. Remi hasn’t left her. He’s doing mundane chores and collecting his stash of weed to get him and Freya through the week.

“Only for a little while. I’ll bring dinner home with me.” Kissing her temple, my thumb strokes against the pulse in her throat.

“Okay.” Her voice is breathless, airy. “I love you,” she adds.

I’ll never tire of hearing those words from her lips. Midnight brushes against my leg when I get to the door. “Take care of Mommy,” I tell him before casting one last look at our angel. I love the light in this house. The entire back of the structure is mainly glass. The sun shines through, and Freya blossoms under its caress.