“You’re going to start praying?” Kieran asked, his breath hot against the bite marks on my neck, sending a pulse through me.
“Maybe,” I admitted, and the finger plunged faster, deeper.
Casteel laughed as his head rose. His tongue moved over my lips.
“What would you pray for?” Kieran asked, his cheek pressed to mine.
“What—？” Casteel stole my words as he kissed me. “What?”
“He asked what you would pray for,” Casteel said, and that finger inside me was joined by another. “I think I know.”
Kieran’s chuckle was dark and sensual. Teeth tugged on my ear. “I bet you do, but I want to hear her say it.”
“I-I can’t believe you’re asking questions.” I groaned as fingers tugged at my nipple, as fingers plunged deeper. “You of all people.”
“This is the only time anyone else gets a chance to ask a question,” Kieran replied, and I felt a surprisingly sharp nip at my shoulder that I strongly believed was him. “What would you pray for?”
“For something that could bring you more pleasure than a finger?” Casteel’s mouth tugged on mine. “Or two? Or do you want a tongue between those pretty thighs of yours?”
My blood was burning now.
A hot lick soothed the sting on my shoulder. Maybe that was Kieran at my shoulder. Perhaps it had been him at my mouth. When I opened my eyes, neither was at my shoulder or mouth. I started to look down, but then Casteel was there, his fingers curled around my chin, lifting my mouth to his.
Fingers cupped my rear, guiding me farther back on that thigh, on that cock. Both of them shuddered.
“Or would you pray to come?” a sultry voice whispered in my ear.
“I think that’s definitely it.”
“I don’t think I like either of you all that much at the moment,” I said.
“You’re a terrible liar, meyaah Liessa,” Kieran teased. “I know that’s not true. I can almost taste just how much you like us at the moment.”
“That’s your overinflated ego,” I responded. Before I could say any more, someone tilted my head back, and my mouth was taken in another deep kiss.
“I think he just wants to hear you say an inappropriate word,” Casteel advised, and it was definitely his mouth on mine at that point. “Cock. Aroused. Come. You’ll make his night.”
“I think that’s you who wants to hear it,” I said, dragging in deep breaths when his lips left mine.
“That would not be a lie,” he confirmed, chuckling. “Tell us what you want, my Queen.”
Everything had stopped. The fingers. The kisses. The hands. My hips. I gave a very mature grunt of frustration.
“What do you want?” Kieran asked.
My nails dug even harder into his skin, earning a laugh. “I…I want to come,” I snapped. “There. Are you happy?”
“Fucking thrilled,” Casteel said.
“And then some,” Kieran added.
My head was tilted again, and a tongue swept inside my mouth. I didn’t even realize I was being lowered until my knees hit the damp grass. My eyes opened as my mouth was released, and the cords…they were still around us, so blinding in their intensity now that we were nothing more than shadows.
And everything was greedy. Hands. Mouths. Tongues. Teeth. Fangs. We were so greedy, and that burn in my blood finally ignited. I was a fire that had spread to them and caught.
I truly had no idea whose hands gripped my hips or whose mouth came down on mine, I only knew that I was being guided onto a chest, that another pressed against my back. Only knew that a mouth was on mine, capturing my near scream of relief when I felt the thick, hard heat piercing me as quickly as Cas’s fangs had earlier. Only knew that my palm was led to another rigid length, joining the hand already there. What I had asked for found me quickly, hitting me in shockwave after shockwave. The harsh grunt against my neck, the way those hands grabbed on to me, holding me in place, told me I hadn’t found release alone. Nor was I alone when I was stretched onto my side, my mouth claimed by the one who held me from behind, keeping my leg draped over his hip as the one against my chest took me steadily, relentlessly, and I fell over that edge again. I could’ve had both of them inside me tonight, not at once but at different times. It could’ve only been one of them who’d moved inside me, but I knew who rolled me onto my back, whose lap I was held in when a dark head and a wicked mouth found its way between my thighs, licking and tormenting, tasting and teasing until I shattered apart. Until I felt a hot splash against my lower back, a release driven by my frenzied motions as I was devoured.