Page 152 of Break Out the Girl

“More than anything,” she pants. “Oh, oh, oh, OH!” London has reached the crease between her mound and her inner thigh. I hear him humming as his hot tongue presses into the seam.

“You may flick your tongue just a centimeter under the elastic, if you so wish,” I tell him.

“LONDON!” Aurora’s hips buck.

I clap my hands once. “Both. Stop; sit back.”

With groans but surprisingly obedience, everyone does what I say.

“Look at her, take in her beauty. She is almost wrecked already and we’ve barely started.”

London’s gaze darts from Rory to me. “I’m really sorry, but honestly, I think I’m going to pop any second.”

Aurora’s pupils widen further with lust.

“You’d like to see that, chérie, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then let us make it so special.” My mind flicks through the possibilities and fixes on one that is new to me, but just seems right. “Wolf, get behind her, pull her back into your chest so she can be seated, and see, comfortably.” As he moves, I look down at London’s pleading eyes and rock-hard penis. “Just another minute, little faun. Come—stand next to me.”

He scrambles to his feet.

I check that Aurora is comfortable in Taliesin’s arms. The glance almost undoes me.

Her bent knees.

Wet silk.

White breasts spilling from lace.

Calloused hands still slowly caressing them.

Her long pale neck, red from stubble rash.

Her eyes on me.

On London.

“Now, my friend,” I say to London. “You will have Aurora’s gaze fixed on you as you come. Don’t hold back, stroke yourself.” He immediately grips hard, his green eyes glancing from me to Aurora, pupils blown. But just before he starts to pump himself, I tap him lightly on the shoulder. “But when you come, you will come here, into my hand.”

I cup my palm, bending slightly to accommodate his slightly shorter stature.

There is no uncertainty on his behalf. With a groan, and a mere half-dozen tugs, London cries out, releasing his seed, hot and thick, onto my wrist and into my waiting paume.

As I feel his l'essentiel drip between my digits, I move to kneel next to Aurora, holding my hand close. “Smell him, my love. See how he produces for you.”

She gasps, shudders with longing. I bring my hand to my own face and she watches, mesmerized, as I also take in his odeur. It is quintessentially London.

“Faun, join us.”

I wait until he kneels the other side of our queen, then I dip my head to taste his essence with my tongue.

Très bon.

Then I offer my hand to Aurora, and she nods, no pause. Her pink, hot tongue darts out, dipping into London’s seed, like a cat lapping milk. “Mmmm.”

I open my fingers, letting the rest of the warmth splatter onto her belly.