His fingers tense, tugging my hair lightly in reprimand for my sass.
“Please.” The word is garbled, almost incomprehensible, but I can’t stand it anymore. The fever is rising, demanding they tend to me. Fill me.
Jaro’s cock stills. He’s not fully in, but my patience is past its limit. I rock between the two males, my hips snapping forward and back of their own accord.
“Rosie, Goddess. Stop. I can’t—”
But I’m too far gone. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. Lore’s pearls are rubbing at my G-spot in a way that makes me moan with every grind, and Jaro’s cock in my ass is awakening forbidden nerve endings I didn’t know I had. I rock, clench, and whine as I try everything to make them come. To stop this mindless need.
Jaro succumbs first. The poor shifter never even manages to bury himself all the way into my ass before he groans and holds me still against him, emptying himself into me for the second time in under an hour. He pulls out with a kiss to the back of my shoulder, flopping bonelessly onto the bed just in time for Drystan to follow suit, almost choking me as he shoots his load straight into the back of my throat.
His orgasm must cause his grip to slacken, because a second later, I’m no longer riding Lore. The redcap may not be able to blink until my heat is over—thanks to my charm—but he’s stillfast.
Before Drystan or Jaro can do anything, he slips out of me, catches me by my hips, and throws me across the bed. My elbows meet soft sheets, and he wastes half a second spreading my legs wide before he lines himself up behind me andthrusts.
My knees aren’t even on the bed, my entire lower half held in the air by his steely grip on my thighs.
“Lore!” I scream at the sudden violence of this new claiming.
Jaro curses and growls behind me, but my pussy doesn’t care. She sucks Lore in, revelling in the feeling of those beads moving as Lore pummels me like he’s possessed. He doesn’t even seem capable of speech, just animalistic grunts and snarls that tug at something buried deep in my lower abdomen, releasing another gush of slick each time.
Rut.
That’s what this is. My hands fist the silk that’s abrading my sensitive nipples with each swing of my breasts. All I can do is hold on as Lore’s claws dig into my thighs, keeping me in place for his fucking, his possession. When he bows his head to lick the dust from the length of my spine, I shiver.
Dimly, I realise that Jaro and Drystan are trying to reason with him, but their words aren’t getting through. Lore is just like me, caught in the moment as his hips piston away, slamming into my soft ass until theslap, slap, slapof our bodies colliding is the only thing I can hear.
“Lore!” I warble, near mindless with pleasure. “Lore, I need…”
His teeth sink into the back of my shoulder, and I scream as pain mixes with pleasure. My mind goes blank. White hot molten lava courses through my veins, scorching me, and my clit pulses as the orgasm goes on and on and on.
It doesn’t stop. Lore’s teeth sink into my other shoulder next, then into the junction of my neck.
I’m pretty sure the only reason Jaro and Drystan aren’t physically intervening is because I’m chanting “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” like a prayer.
When he finally comes, I’m wrung out and lying in a puddle of my own release. The pleasure has begun to morph, stinging my skin as his cum bathes me from the inside out, scalding me. It soothes the edge of the fever just enough that I manage to lose my grip on consciousness and fall into a much-needed doze.
Eighteen
Caed
In my life, I’ve been stabbed, flayed, flogged, whipped, chewed on by my father’s dogs, and beaten to within an inch of my life. It turns out, being separated from your mate during her fever without a sleeping draught to numb the pain is worse than all those punishments put together.
Fucking púca. I was on my way back to drink that damned potion and sleep off Rose’s rejection when he tackled me. Of course, the patrons loved that, and before I could talk our way out of it, we were in that damned cage.
Now my cover is blown, my cock and balls feel like one touch will make them explode, and every single part of my being wants to break free of the hole they’ve dropped me in and bury myself in Rose’s body.
My lungs burn, nostrils flaring as I seek her scent in the damp dungeon air. Even though I’m too far to possibly smell her, occasionally I swear I taste flowers and honey on my tongue. It’s unending torture.
I tried rubbing my cock raw in an attempt to ease the ache, but I can’t fucking come without her. Seed climbs, then stalls, making it worse. I’ve tried humping the damned floor in my less sane moments. Fuck. At this point, I’d chop my dick off if I thought it would bring me some release.
That’s just during the times I can remember.
There are times when I wake up on the floor, body covered in bruises and new dents in the bars above me that weren’t there before, cursing and grateful all at once that they managed to hold me back.
But this is the first time I’ve woken up to a female above my cell.
I snarl before I can help it, throwing myself away from the fae who smells of arousal but who is definitelynotmy mate. Fae instincts I’ve never dealt with before are running rampant through my body, demanding this female get away from me. I want to dig down, through the stone floor of the pit, just to escape her.
