Page 132 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
Lube. He’d gotten lube.
The thought made me smile, though it wasn’t easy with Isaac’s cock lodged almost in the back of my throat.
I moaned, pleasure beginning to hum inside me as Ian gently finger-fucked my ass while I continued to lick and lave Isaac’s cock. Time seemed to stand still as the pleasure intensified.
I was slightly dazed when those wicked digits slid out and Isaac pulled his cock from my mouth before pulling me onto him. I stumbled, managed to get my knees on the sides of his thighs before he crushed his mouth to mine.
“Take me, fairy princess,” he growled, the head of his cock pressing against the slick entrance of my pussy.
I lowered myself onto him, dropping my head back as the delicious friction ignited all my nerve endings.
Isaac pumped his hips as he pulled me flush against him, his mouth once again seeking mine.
It was then I realized what was happening.
Ian’s hands gripping my ass, the thick head of his cock pressing against my anus. I could feel the unsteady tremble of his hands as he held me firmly in place, pushing his cock into me. The feeling was overwhelming, being stuffed full. I broke my mouth from Isaac’s, stifled a cry as I willed my body to relax.
Isaac didn’t say a word, nor did Ian, but there was a wealth of emotion I could sense in their hands, the way they touched me.
Ian began to move, fucking into me, the pace increasing as Isaac moved in tandem. They fell into a rhythm, giving me some relief as they alternated filling me. When Ian retreated, Isaac thrust forward.
“Oh, God…” It was more than I could take. The feeling unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
The three of us … together … as one.
“My Liege … my Alpha…”
“What is it, love? Tell us,” they said in unison, their voices settling over me in stereo.
“More…” I pleaded, buried my face in Isaac’s neck, and surrendered. “Everything.”
Four hands then roamed over me as they fucked me relentlessly, impaling me again and again. The room warmed, the scent of sex filling the small space as their combined grunts, the punishing thrusts drove me straight toward the peak. I held on to the razor-sharp edge for as long as I could.
“Please … my Liege … my Alpha. Let me come. I need…”
“God, yes,” they both snarled. “Come for us.”
Air was driven from my lungs when they both slammed into me at the same time. I screamed, the orgasm battering me like a stormy sea crashing against rock.
I couldn’t move, didn’t want to. And I knew it wasn’t necessary.
They would take care of me.
So I let them.
IAN
After getting Everly settled into bed, then heading to my bathroom for a quick shower, I met back up with Isaac in the kitchen. He was tossing together sandwiches, enough to feed an army. Since we were the only two eating meat, I knew we were the troops he had in mind.
“It’s a good thing she likes to nap,” I told him as I pulled two mugs out of the freezer, set them on the counter.
Isaac smiled. “She needs the rest.”
I filled both mugs, tossed the bottle in the recycle bin. When I turned back, my brother was staring at me.
I didn’t say anything, didn’t have to. I knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling. That this was exactly as it was meant to be.
Honestly, the library had been a test. For me, for him. To see how it would go without risking being in Isaac’s bed. I hadn’t wanted to take the chance that we’d fuck things up where we slept.
“This is exactly as it was meant to be,” Isaac said softly, passing over a plate.
“No truer words,” I mumbled, taking the plate. “Back porch?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
He followed me out to the table, took a seat. The sun was setting, and because of the long days, night was already closing in while there was still light.
“Did you know she can draw?” I asked.
Isaac took a bite of his sandwich, shook his head.
“Quite impressive, actually.” I smiled, thinking about what she’d drawn up. “And I think she’s redesigning the house.”
“Really?”
I nodded, took a gulp of my beer. “She wants Dante closer.”
Isaac’s eyebrows rose.
“She’s got the idea we should turn three bedrooms into one, have Dante move into the fourth.”
“That’d be one giant fucking room.”
“Oh, don’t worry. She’s got plans for the bathroom. Probably be twice the size of yours and mine combined.”
Isaac chuckled.
“I suggested she configure a bigger bed. And a playroom.”
Again, I was testing the waters, wondering how my brother would react.
“And a bigger shower?” he asked.
I grinned. “That’s her idea. Room for four, she said.”
“Good.” He took a drink, set his mug down. “I say we get a contractor over here ASAP.”
As though he knew I was waiting for something more, Isaac set his sandwich down as soon as he picked it up.
