Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“Yes.” A simple answer, but it comes from my soul. I want more than the orgasm. I want to feel connected to them, to sink so far into them that I never have to feel alone. I want this time when I can be Bronwyn again.
I gasp as his warm tongue slips over my flesh. My pussy lights up, beginning to pulse as blood rushes through my system. It’s so intimate, so beautiful. I can feel my whole pussy soften, coming alive under his touch. I writhe as he draws his tongue over my clitoris.
Fingers tighten on my nipples, erotic pain flaring, making a sharp contrast to the soft pleasure at my core.
“You stay still. You don’t want him to stop, do you? He’ll stop, and we’ll have to discipline you. If you don’t behave, you’ll feel the flat of my hand on that perfect ass of yours and then you’ll suck us both and get nothing in return.”
Despite the fact that everything inside me tightens at the thought of having One spank me, I don’t want to lose Two’s tongue. I’m close, so close to something I never felt before. I play with myself, find comfort in masturbating, but this is something completely different. This is a massive quake where before I managed a gentle shaking. This is something utterly new.
One tortures my nipples while Two lashes my core with his tongue. I whimper and cry, trying to float over the edge, but they keep it up. Two’s tongue dances all over my pussy, lighting me up but never spending enough time to force me over that ever-elusive edge. Two gently pulls back the petals of my pussy, licking and sucking every inch of my flesh.
“You taste so good.” The words seem to sink into my skin. I feel his nose running over my softest flesh.
And then he spears me, his tongue fucking into me as his cock will soon. While he pierces me with his tongue, he presses on my clit, and I go flying.
I wake with a cry of joy on my lips.
I sit straight up in bed, my chest heaving as I try to drag air into my lungs. My hands are shaking, nipples still peaked and wanting.
Tears leak out of my eyes.
I’m awake, and they’re gone once more.
Loneliness sweeps across me. I can still feel their hands on me, but I’m alone. Brutally, painfully alone.
I stare out into the star-filled night and pray for sleep to take me once more.
Chapter Six
Torin, the Betraying Asshole
I stand on the balcony of my palace, trying not to let the screams and cries get to me. Normally the wailing of the condemned is simply a sign that all is right in my kingdom, but today the sound seems to have actual weight and motion, pushing at me. I have a fucking headache from that damn noise.
Why can’t traitors die more quietly? Do they truly have to scream every time they’re stabbed or cut or someone pulls their fingernails from their bodies?
I sigh. It’s because they’re unworthy. They are not sidhe. Sidhe die properly. Even my own brother died with a quiet dignity, his bright gray eyes widening as the sword went through his heart. Seamus Finn died as a king should, with rage in his eyes and no cry on his lips.
Yes, my brother died well.
“I’m glad I did one thing right.”
My stomach turns. Fuck, I wish my brother would go away. Thirteen years and my brother is still here, still a shade who manages to whisper in my ear.
“Shut up, Seamus. Why didn’t you leave with your brethren?” The sluagh are gone. I had my guards check the caves near the palace. It’s most likely a bad sign. Somehow they heard of my plans to destroy them, but the one thing I was happy about when I heard the news was the fact that my fucking dead brother would be gone, too. No such luck.
“I didn’t become sluagh to join the happy family. When I died, I sent my wife on but tied myself to this place until such time as you no longer breathe air.” Seamus’s form shimmers, a sure sign that he’s emotional. Even then, his voice remains a hoarse whisper. “I chose to stay here because I owe my children.”
I sigh. I heard this all before. Roughly three years after my successful coup, Seamus showed up, having stored enough energy to make himself known. At first, I thought I was going insane. Those around me still believe I am. Seamus is excellent at hiding from all others.
Seamus likes to show up at the worst times. When I’m giving a speech, I catch visions of my brother’s form. When I make love to my wife, Seamus stands and watches, those flint-gray eyes filled with judgment.
I hate my brother. Just like when he was alive, Seamus ruins everything simply by being around.