My eyes are watering, but I do as he says. Without meaning to, I swallow convulsively around Drystan, drawing him deeper.
“Fuck,” he curses, fingers gripping my jaw a little tighter before he realises and releases me. “Use your tongue.”
“Everyone thinks it’s about speed or suction,” Bree murmurs in my ear. “But really, it’s all about keeping him nice and wet and having a good rhythm. Can you do that for him, dragonfly? Can you keep bobbing on his cock until he comes down your perfect throat?”
I want to reply, but I end up just drawing back and relaxing my throat as Drystan rocks up into my mouth again. Instinctively, I flutter my tongue along the underside of his length, letting him wind his hand into my hair and take over, guiding me up and down.
It feels like I’m in a dream. I could never have imagined Bree or Drystan initiating such a thing, and yet here I am, trapped between the two of them. I’m not sure if my eyes are burning from the tenderness with which the púca is stroking my wings or the savagery with which the dullahan is fucking my throat. Feather-light kisses pepper my shoulder as my own drool slips free of my lips and runs down my chin.
I love it, and I don’t understandwhy.
Bree’s fingers skim over the veins in my wing, and the membrane shudders.
“So much dust,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to the tip of my ear as Drystan pulls my head back. “All for us. Coat us with it, dragonfly. Let them all know who we belong to.”
Something deep in me clenches, then purrs in satisfaction. My wings flutter, propelling another waft of the sparkling glitter across all three of us.
Bree traces the curve of my shoulder with a flick of his tongue, tasting it, and he groans. “Delicious. Only your pussy tastes better.”
Drystan releases the base of his cock to swipe his own hand through the mess I’ve made and groans his agreement as he licks the dust from his hand. His hips buck as he swallows, throat bobbing as he goes even deeper.
Bree’s fingers leave my wings, and deep in my abdomen something pangs with disappointment. I didn’t even realise how close I was until he stopped. From just having my wings played with. I arch my back, trying to tempt him to return, but his hands are travelling lower, stroking over the curve of my ass to the sensitive backs of my thighs.
One finger traces the seam of my sex, playing in the dampness across my clit, then he pushes two inside, thrusting into me, rubbing and curling his fingers against my G-spot.
I detonate, crying out around Drystan’s cock as my muscles tense and then release. I swallow reflexively, and he roars in answer, the sound so loud that the crystal chandelier tinkles. His cock jerks, his release jetting down my throat and filling my mouth until a little spills from the corner of my lips.
“Fuck,” he says, the second he catches his breath and pulls free. His hands leave my hair, and his thumb catches the tiny bit of escaped cum, feeding it back to me. “Don’t waste any of it.”
I accept the offering, sucking on his thumb until the tips of his ears catch light.
“Beautiful,” he praises.
His thumb leaves my mouth, and then he hesitates.
“This is the part where you cuddle her,” Bree mutters, moving back. “Or does aftercare not exist in the Winter Court?”
“No one cuddles in Calimnel,” Drystan scoffs, but the harsh lines of his derision fade as he looks at me. “Do you… do you need me to hold you?”
All the words seem to have dried up in my mouth.
“Of course she does, you idiot.” Bree tugs his jacket back on. “She was a virgin no more than a few weeks ago, and you just face fucked her like a professional whore. She might’ve enjoyed it, but can’t you see how confused that’s making her?”
Watching Drystan slowly open his arms is so painful it’s almost amusing, and once I’ve climbed into his lap, it’s painfully clear he doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“You’ve never hugged anyone before, have you?” I ask, quietly.
His arms tighten. “What makes you say that?”
My heart thumps sadly at the lack of denial. “Most people don’t hold their elbows out and…”
“And?”
“You’re deliberately avoiding eye contact,” Bree notes. “Goddess, you look so awkward right now. Just hold her. Relax. You just had your cock in her mouth. You don’t have to touch her using only your fingertips.”
It takes a second—and me snuggling into his chest as if he’s Jaro—but eventually the stiff winter lord melts just a little.
“Are you unharmed?” he asks.
