Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 93948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
The thought bothers me. I clear my throat. “You don’t have to pretend with us, Nox.”
Instead of retreating, they smile slowly. “I know, love.”
Love.
There’s no time to let that word wash over me because Bastian has leaned forward, curiosity lighting his beautiful face. “This isn’t like any strap I’ve seen.”
“It’s custom.”
They lightly fondle one of the trio of long, thick lengths attached to the straps. Even as we watch, it appears to squirm to life, growing and rolling with…“Water.”
“The very same.” Nox licks their lips. “Fuck you, fuck myself…A lot of fucking in our future.”
I see what they mean immediately. The third length isn’t positioned outward—it’s attached on the inner side, meant to penetrate Nox while they penetrate us. I shiver. “You are a genius, and it terrifies me.”
“Remember that next time I come up with a brilliant and questionable plan.” They lean down and press a quick kiss to my lips and then grab Bastian’s chin. “I want Siobhan on her back, you on top. Get her ready for us, Bastian.”
It’s as if their words unlock something in him. He pushes me back and slides down my body to press two fingers into me and cover my clit with his mouth. Bastian has always loved foreplay, and he’s not fucking around right now, licking me everywhere.
I can barely keep my eyes open as pleasure tightens through me, but watching Nox put on the strap is worth the effort. They move efficiently—except when Bastian sucks hard on my clit as he curls his fingers inside me, surprising a moan from me.
Nox pauses, their gaze so intense that I swear I can feel it on my skin…then I realize I am feeling it on my skin, air brushing over my nipples, not quite a true touch, but pleasurable enough to make me squirm. At least until I register exactly what they’re doing.
I dig my hand into Bastian’s hair and tug until he pauses. “Nox.” My voice breaks in the middle of their name, and I have to try again. “No magic, Nox. It’s not worth the risk to you.”
They smile, the expression lighting up their face with warmth. “You don’t have to worry about me, at least not with this. It’s barely a whisper of power, and even with the concentration to move three separate appendages, it’s truly no effort at all.” They finish fastening the strap around their narrow hips and close their eyes, humming a little. “Mmm, that feels good.”
I open my mouth to continue arguing, but Bastian bites my thigh, opposite where Nox bit me earlier, and says, “Trust them, Siobhan. They’re telling the truth, aren’t you, Nox?”
Nox opens their eyes, and the two cocks on the front of their strap stir to life. “I could fuck you both for days before I start to feel the strain. Tonight won’t come close to draining me.”
There’s a part of me that doesn’t quite believe them, but I have to push it down deep inside me. Right now is about trust, and interrogating them might be reassuring, but it will put a damper on what happens next. So I swallow my questions down and nod. “I’m taking you at your word.”
“Thank you.” Nox turns the bottle and coats each of the cocks in lube. “Bastian.”
He doesn’t need further clarification. He tugs me to the edge of the bed and presses my thighs wide. For a beat, he stares at my pussy as if he might descend again, but Nox strokes their hands down his chest to grip his cock. They pause. “I’m assuming you’ve taken precautions to avoid pregnancy.”
“I have,” I manage.
“Good.” Their chin fits neatly on his shoulder as they drag his cock through my folds. He’s so tense, I don’t think he’s breathing. Nox rubs him lightly against my clit. “I like seeing you like this. Both of you.” They press him to my entrance and then inside.
My eyes threaten to flutter closed, but I force them open. I don’t want to miss a single moment of this. Even as Bastian thrusts slowly into me, he turns his head to kiss Nox. The scene they create is too perfect. They’re both so beautiful that, separately, they take my breath away. Together, their tongues dancing as Bastian slides deeper and Nox feathers their thumb against my clit.
It’s what I imagine it would be like to be seduced by gods. Terrifying. Exhilarating.
Nox gives him one last kiss. “Down, Bastian.”
He obeys instantly, shifting his thighs wide—which spreads me even more—and bending down so his chest presses against my breasts. He cups my face with his hands. “Siobhan—”
“I know,” I whisper, cutting him off. Tonight is too perfect. No matter how big the emotions in my chest are, no matter how good all of this feels, I know better than to let my words get away from me. Nox is with us, yes, but I’m still convinced that it won’t take much to scare them off. To end this prematurely—and I don’t mean the sex.