Page 44 of Librarian

“I’mgoing to get the Arcanaeum back.”

Lambert kisses me. “Then let him help you. The more the merrier, right? But first, don’t you want to read what he wrote? And then, maybe we could torment him a little?”

His lips fall to my shoulder, caressing up my neck, sucking, leaving no doubt about what he means by torment. They planned this, I realise, as Jasper takes my hand in his and brushes it against his mouth questioningly.

“The castle walls are thick,” Lambert adds. “But I bet we can make you scream loud enough that he hears.”

It’s a petty, silly kind of revenge, but I’m not opposed, especially when he moves his mouth a little lower.

“If the aim is torturing him…” Jasper grins, releasing me and crossing the room to where an Aubusson style tapestry covers the wall. “Then you should ken about this.”

He lifts back the heavy fabric to reveal a door. Given that Leo’s room is right beside this one, it’s not hard to guess where it goes.

“You’ve spent too much time with North.” Lambert grins like that’s a good thing. “Hang on, boss.”

His massive hands span my thighs, lifting me so my legs hook around his waist, then he crosses the room in three strides and presses me against the thick, weaved fabric.

Directly over the door to Leo’s room.

Thirteen

Kyrith

Lambert kisses me like he’s trying to devour me until there’s no air, only him. I press closer, seeking more. He’s always so warm, and my nipples strain towards him like they want to absorb that heat.

“I’ll just…” Jasper hedges. “Unless…you want me to stay?”

“Stay,” I gasp between kisses. “But only if you’re prepared to be naked and on your knees.”

I pull back from Lambert, carefully watching Jasper’s expression to make sure he’s okay with this.

My shoulders drop a fraction of an inch when I find nothing on his angelic face but pure heat. He grabs the back of his jumper, pulling it and the shirt beneath over his head in a smooth motion, exposing the hair-dusted planes of his chest. Lambert must sense that I want to watch, because he relinquishes my mouth, dusting kisses along the line of my jaw before nuzzling at my ear.

Magic, I didn’t even know that spot was sensitive.

Jasper’s thumbs hesitate at the fly of his jeans. For a second, I wonder if he’ll disobey or make some excuse to stop Lambert from learning about the cage I made for him, but his abs ripple on a deep breath, then he unsnaps the buttons, shoving the fabric down.

I’m distracted as Lambert’s teeth graze the shell of my ear, and my pussy clenches. He moves back, setting me on my feet again to undo the buckle holding my grimoire holster around my waist. It takes him no time at all to find the hidden zipper at the small of my waist and drag it down, letting my skirt fall to the floor.

When I lock eyes with Jasper again, he’s naked, his cock red and straining against the gleaming golden metal of its cage. My heart stutters in my chest at the vulnerability in his fluttering hands and blushing cheeks, but of all my men, Lambert is the least judgemental. Something he proves when he steps aside, making room for Jasper.

“Nice jewellery, dude,” he says, as his hand travels up along the inside of my thigh, lifting my leg and bending it, putting my pussy on full display, like an invitation.

Jasper relaxes, and he steps closer. “Thanks. Kyrith made it.”

He sinks to his knees as ordered, taking responsibility for keeping me upright as Lambert claims my mouth again. Our tongues meet, his stroking mine with a kind of eager desperation that I’ll only ever associate with him.

Oh.

A whisper of sound escapes between us, and I feel his smile against my lips. Somehow my hands find their hair, keeping both of them in place, urging them where I want them.

At the same time, Jasper’s fingertips stroke back and forth over the skin on my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His beard scratches a light path just below them, inches from my knee and nowhere near where I need him.

“Higher,” I demand. “I want you to make me come so hard that you can still taste me on your lips tomorrow.”

“Aye, Mistress.” His answer is muffled in the crease between my thigh and labia, and then his tongue is there, licking me from ass to clit without shame.

“Can I do that too?” Lambert asks, and my hand fists in his hair.