The War of Two Queens (Blood and Ash 4)

Their hands eased from mine, and the cords remained, shimmering in the space around us, between us, and in us. I curled a hand around the nape of Casteel’s neck. I threaded my arm around Kieran’s, pressing my fingers into the skin of his biceps. Casteel drew the sensitive nub of peaked flesh and that finger that had been tormenting the same skin into his mouth. He sucked deeply and hard, dragging a ragged gasp from me.

“Fucker,” Kieran grunted.

Casteel’s laugh gave way to a growl as my body arched once more. As a hand landed on my hip, urging me to move. I gasped at the hair teasing the heightened flesh there—at the wicked slide along the heated erection. Fingers grazed my stomach, dancing below my navel and lower. My breath kept catching as a rough pad of a finger rolled over the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. The finger toyed as Casteel’s mouth moved to my other breast.

“Wouldn’t want this one to get lonely,” he said, palming the flesh and lifting it to his mouth.

Kieran’s hand remained on the other, damp from Casteel’s treatment, and I didn’t know whose hand was on my hip, whose finger was teasing, whose—

I cried out as the finger slid through the gathering heat and then inside me. My body burned as the finger moved in unison with the mouth at my breast, and with each draw, the finger sank into me. My fingers tightened around Casteel’s hand. My nails dug into Kieran’s arm.

“Oh, gods,” I panted.

“You’re going to start praying?” Kieran asked, his breath hot against the bite marks on my neck, sending a pulse through me.

“Maybe,” I admitted, and the finger plunged faster, deeper.

Casteel laughed as his head rose. His tongue moved over my lips.

“What would you pray for?” Kieran asked, his cheek pressed to mine.

“What—?” Casteel stole my words as he kissed me. “What?”

“He asked what you would pray for,” Casteel said, and that finger inside me was joined by another. “I think I know.”

Kieran’s chuckle was dark and sensual. Teeth tugged on my ear. “I bet you do, but I want to hear her say it.”

“I-I can’t believe you’re asking questions.” I groaned as fingers tugged at my nipple, as fingers plunged deeper. “You of all people.”

“This is the only time anyone else gets a chance to ask a question,” Kieran replied, and I felt a surprisingly sharp nip at my shoulder that I strongly believed was him. “What would you pray for?”

“For something that could bring you more pleasure than a finger?” Casteel’s mouth tugged on mine. “Or two? Or do you want a tongue between those pretty thighs of yours?”

My blood was burning now.

A hot lick soothed the sting on my shoulder. Maybe that was Kieran at my shoulder. Perhaps it had been him at my mouth. When I opened my eyes, neither was at my shoulder or mouth. I started to look down, but then Casteel was there, his fingers curled around my chin, lifting my mouth to his.

Fingers cupped my rear, guiding me farther back on that thigh, on that cock. Both of them shuddered.

“Or would you pray to come?” a sultry voice whispered in my ear.

“I think that’s definitely it.”

“I don’t think I like either of you all that much at the moment,” I said.

“You’re a terrible liar, meyaah Liessa,” Kieran teased. “I know that’s not true. I can almost taste just how much you like us at the moment.”

“That’s your overinflated ego,” I responded. Before I could say any more, someone tilted my head back, and my mouth was taken in another deep kiss.

“I think he just wants to hear you say an inappropriate word,” Casteel advised, and it was definitely his mouth on mine at that point. “Cock. Aroused. Come. You’ll make his night.”

“I think that’s you who wants to hear it,” I said, dragging in deep breaths when his lips left mine.

“That would not be a lie,” he confirmed, chuckling. “Tell us what you want, my Queen.”

Everything had stopped. The fingers. The kisses. The hands. My hips. I gave a very mature grunt of frustration.

“What do you want?” Kieran asked.

My nails dug even harder into his skin, earning a laugh. “I…I want to come,” I snapped. “There. Are you happy?”

“Fucking thrilled,” Casteel said.

“And then some,” Kieran added.

My head was tilted again, and a tongue swept inside my mouth. I didn’t even realize I was being lowered until my knees hit the damp grass. My eyes opened as my mouth was released, and the cords…they were still around us, so blinding in their intensity now that we were nothing more than shadows.

And everything was greedy. Hands. Mouths. Tongues. Teeth. Fangs. We were so greedy, and that burn in my blood finally ignited. I was a fire that had spread to them and caught.