Page 151 of Break Out the Girl

Though ma chérie has been through hell and back, and lived in cellblock squalor, she is still Aurora Drakeward. Now she has access and freedom to clothe herself, I cannot imagine her ever picking out underwear that does not match.

Pale pink silk panties, with a little lace trim. But not all the silk is pale pink.

Between her thighs, the dampened fabric has become a darkened tone. It calls to me. Begs me to suck the silk into my mouth.

Non.

Patience.

Taliesin is rubbing his own erection through the cloth of his rough work pants. “Taliesin, London, stand and strip completely, and you, my sweet, will watch.”

She pushes up to her elbows, and the blouse slides to the floor. I don’t think she even realizes that she also bends her knees, parting her legs slightly.

Her eyes are watching the faun. His body is almost as pale as hers, and lithe. The scars and old red tattoo stand out starkly, but in some manner they are beautiful.

Like how verdigris forms a protective layer over the shining copper beneath.

His physique stirs me, as I knew somehow it would.

“Kneel, my Aurora. Onto your knees, but do not rest back onto your heels.”

I want her at cock height. I want her to see what she is doing to them. I want her to anticipate what they will do to her.

As she moves, my gaze flicks to Taliesin, and again, his body fits him almost in a clichéd manner. A broad, overly muscled chest, and golden skin. His phallus is slightly vulgar for its monstrous size.

He continues to slowly stroke himself, squeezing the tip from time to time, precum sliding through his rough, calloused fingers.

Poor Aurora darts her eyes from one man to the other. I can make this more comfortable for our darling. “Both of you, stand side by side in front of her.”

London whimpers. “I don’t know if I can last much longer, Shane.”

Ah yes. I must adjust the tempo for each of our players. “You can, London. For now you will refrain from self-stimulation. Instead, move behind our goddess. I am going to give you the task of lightly kissing her neck and her shoulders. Behind the ear, and maybe a little nip on her lobe. While that happens, Taliesin, you will rejoin Rory in kneeling. You will suck her left nipple through the silk. Tease it. I want her right nipple to be weeping with envy, desperate for your touch. But you will not touch it, not even the merest breath in that direction.”

Eyes glazed with lust, I watch my living sculpture sway, the three bodies, the heavy breath and small moans. The scent reaches me. Hot musk.

Once again, I imagine sucking on those panties, sliding my tongue across the fabric as I feel the hardened nub of her clitoris pulse and dance as ma langue slowly swirls across it.

“François, please.” She’s thrusting her chest forward, desperate for more of the wolf’s mouth on her breast.

“All in good time, ma petite. I promise, you will be taken care of. All of you will. London, Taliesin—lie her back down then place a pillow under her hips.

Merde.

Restraint is becoming near impossible, but I take a moment to center myself.

And remind myself that this is our present, but also our future. Every day, every year until we are old, gray and failing to get erections. But even then I will love exquisitely on Aurora’s aged, softer, looser body. There is no one else.

Only her.

Them.

My clothes are no longer tolerable on my body. I shed them with no care, flinging them into a corner. “London,” I croak. “Trail your tongue up the inside of Aurora’s thigh. When you get to her panties, trace your tongue along the edges, where the flesh meets the silk. Both sides.”

For the first time, I allow myself the relief of one tug on my erection.

Gods.

“Do you want Taliesin to make love to your other nipple, sweet girl?” I ask, my voice almost ruined by desire.