Page 52 of The Queen The Fae Forgot
Most of his tattoos had faded, yes, but one remained.
One alone.
My name somehow remained scrawled along his ribs.
My eyes lifted to meet his, my lips parting. “But … how?”
“Where do you think I went whenever I wasn’t with you?” Finch chuckled. “I never would have left your side if I hadn’t promised this one here I’d keep it going.”
I felt my heartbeat quicken, and with it, my throat tightened as Zev lifted his hand to feel the beat of it beneath his fingertips. The bond between Zev and I hadn’t been broken after all.
The air grew charged with a different kind of tension. Everything changed so quickly, I didn’t feel the moment it tipped over the edge, only that after so many times it had come close before, it finally did. I wasn’t sure who made the first move, only that suddenly there were lips pressed against my neck and hands sliding down my body.
It was all the permission I needed, and without another word, I began to undress the two of them, my fingers fumbling blindly with buttons and laces as their lips crashed into mine, onto my cheeks, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. We moved together, all three of us, a tangle of feverish kisses, until we were all gasping for breath. At some point in the heat of passion we’d done away with the last of our clothes, now finding ourselves with nothing between us but our own sweat and skin. Deep desire, primal and all-encompassing, had flushed any other thought from my head except for the need to be with the two fae here with me, tonight.
It was Zev who eventually pushed me back onto the bed, his body hovering over mine as his fingers traced patterns over my skin. His arousal came to rest on my stomach, hard and enormous, just like the rest of him. Just the sight of it made me gasp and slick need begin to pool between my thighs. I’d felt the shape of him before, on a night not so unlike this not so long ago, but it was bigger than I imagined. Bigger than it should be.
“How is that going to fit?” I couldn’t help but gasp out the question.
“Don’t worry, Beautiful,” Finch whispered. “We’ll make sure it does.
His promise made my body ache even more.
“You are beautiful, you know that,” Zev murmured, his lips finding mine in a heated kiss. “So beautiful, I lose my breath sometimes.”
Finch slid to the top of the bed and pulled my head up so the back of my head rested in his lap. He brushed the hair away from my face as he looked down at me, his face aglow as he took in the sight of me.
“Gods, we’re so lucky.”
Zev positioned himself between my thighs as Finch’s hands moved to massage my shoulders, then my chest, loosening the tension at the top of my breasts.
“Don’t worry, he’ll be gentle,” he whispered to me. But then he leaned in closer, to add, “At least, at first.”
The tip of Zev’s cock pressed between my thighs, to the outside of my sex, but didn’t go in. Not right away.
Finch bent forward, sliding his hands along my stomach until they met my thighs. He nudged them further apart, pulling two pillows to slide beneath them, and then ordered me to relax.
I took a deep breath and did as he said, urging the muscles between my legs to release just as Finch’s fingers moved to start slow circles along the apex of my thighs.
Pleasure bloomed at his touch, Finch’s pointer finger forming soft swirls around my clit as Zev pressed himself against me a little harder. With a moan, I felt myself starting to stretch, to let Zev into me little by little, every centimeter of him making the core of me twitch and tighten with pleasure.
Zev stopped, sweat already dripping from the tip of his chin. His breath had shortened.
“Relax,” Finch reminded me. His second hand moved to cup my head, to readjust it where it lay on his lap. I could feel his cock hardening beneath me, hear his breath grow shorter too with his own excitement. “Come now, Aurra, be a good girl for Zev and let him fill your cunt.”
The words brought a blush to my cheeks, but I complied, my hips arching up to meet Zev as he pushed himself deeper into me. My body shuddered and my eyes shot open, overwhelming sensation rocketing through me as I felt every inch of him.
Finch’s hands moved down my body, one grasping my breast, the other pulling the pillow further beneath my hips, to give Zev better access to me.
“Yes,” Finch whispered, his voice a low growl. “Take her, Zev. Show her what we can do together.”
Zev moved slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. His hands gripped my hips, pushing me up into his thrusts, each one growing harder and deeper.
Finch’s hands ran over my body, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of my breasts and belly. His touch was gentle yet electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure through me with every stroke.
And that pleasure was quickly building, so intense it was almost too much to bear. I felt both of them, Zev deep inside me and Finch’s fingers caressing my skin, and it soon felt like I was going to explode. Finch’s hands kept moving on my body, helping push me closer and closer to the edge. Finch began to touch himself, his hand stroking up and down the length of his own cock as he watched and teased Zev and I until he was whimpering with his own release.
My cries grew louder and more desperate as I let myself go, my nails digging into Zev’s back as I felt the wave of pleasure break over me. I heard Finch moan my name as his other hand moved to cover my mouth, muffling my screams as I rode out wave after wave that consumed me.
