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It’s the first time someone has actually touched me like this since I arrived, and the prospect of actually being satisfied by someone other than myself gets my heart racing. I look up at Atlas, his eyes glimmering with prismatic light, his chin lifted. I can’t tell if he’s really angry or not; as always, he’s guarded with his emotions. But something tells me they’ve done this before, as he doesn’t look remotely surprised by Keon’s proposition.
Interesting…
Exciting.
“So you really don’t mind if we…?”
Shockwaves crackle across my breasts, straight from Keon’s hands, and I trail off on a gasp. Keon chuckles in my ear as he runs his tongue up the shell, his hand settling heavy on my right breast and squeezing hard.
“He likes it, sweet thing,” Keon says. “I told you he would want you wet and ready for him, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you saidfor him.”
“Have an open mind, Penn,” Keon laughs. His breath tickles my neck, and I roll my head back against his shoulder. “Don’t you want it?”
Atlas is staring at us, watching as Keon’s hands wander over my chest, down to my waist, pulling up my skirt. Atlas’ fingers twitch as he watches, like he would prefer havinghishands on me.
Soon. He’ll let down his guard soon enough.
“But I want you,” I sigh, locking eyes with him.
He takes in a sharp breath, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’ll touch you with my mind.”
“I need to be filled, though,” I beg, my eyes flitting to the bulge in his pants. “I want—”
A surge of heavy pressure squeezes my clit, crackling along my folds with a sharp pang. I cry out and my knees go weak, Keon catching me, and when I open my eyes, I realize it was Atlas who did it. His lips are curved in a smile.
“Then let him fuck you, Penn,” he commands.
I bite down hard on my lip. “If it’s what my husband wants,” I say. “Then yes.”
Keon doesn’t need any other cues. His fingers hook in my dress and pull it up over my ass, revealing the black panties already getting wet between my thighs. He pulls me back against his pants to let me feel how hard he is, grinding his cock between my cheeks.
Are all Aelyds just fucking huge? He has to be almost as big as Atlas.
My husband stands opposite us, just at the foot of the spiral staircase in the entry room. There are at least ten guards watching, too—none of whom, I notice, are Corvus. But I can feel their eyes on me nevertheless, watching alongside Atlas, who crosses his arms.
“Are we…” I groan as Keon pulls down the top of my dress too, my tits popping out. He takes both nipples in his fingers and squeezes, and I rock my hips back against him. “...are we doing this here?”
“I like the idea of my men seeing how…receptive you are,” Atlas says. “Don’t you, Keon?”
“Absolutely,” Keon croons in my ear, his voice deep and husky. He squeezes my nipples again, so hard that it hurts, and I let out a sharp gasp. “Unless she wants her toys.”
“I don’t think she’s going to need them,” Atlas murmurs.
He flicks his fingers, and another jolt buzzes my clit, settling there this time. I don’t think he has to move to make it happen; it’s just another illustration of how badly he wants to fuck me himself. I watch as he moves those thick fingers almost rhythmically, each time making the sensation in my clit more powerful.
“I don’t need them,” I blurt out, barely able to speak. “And I…I want to please you, Atlas.”
He smiles, his sharp teeth gleaming white.
“Good,” he growls.
I can’t do anything but stand there as Keon grinds on me, tweaking my nipples until they ache. He’s an expert with his hands, playing me like an instrument. And his lips suck on my pulse hard enough that I know I’m going to get a hickey, that my neck will be bruised and that it won’t be from my husband…
“I want you to lick her cunt,” Atlas says—offhand, like he’s placing a dinner order. “Get on your knees in front of her.”
A low chuckle rumbles in Keon’s chest. “Gladly.”
