Page 46 of The Sunbound Princess
She was sweet and spicy, her tongue as hot as the rest of her. And she gave as good as she got, arching into me as she returned my kiss.
When I came up for air, Dain ran his hand down her body and slipped it beneath the water. Ezabell tipped her head back, her lips parting on a gasp.
“Yes,” she breathed, lashes fluttering. She spread her thighs. “Gods, yes. There.”
A flush spread down her neck, pink staining her sigils. Her nipples puckered—the tight little buds too tempting to resist. So I didn’t, bending my head and sucking one into my mouth. I flicked my tongue all around the eager peak, tasting oil and woman.
“Nikolas…” she whispered, shuddering against my lips. “More.”
“Where?” I demanded between flicks of my tongue. “Here?” I thrust my hand under the water. My fingers met Dain’s at her entrance, and I groaned as we stroked over her pussy, our fingers sliding over each other. Over her.
She was slicker than the water, her arousal like hot silk against my fingers. As with everything we did, Dain and I worked seamlessly, giving and taking. Stroking and pinching. I circled her clit. He teased her entrance and then pushed a finger inside her.
Ezabell writhed between us, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “More,” she said, golden eyes fluttering open and then closed as she arched into our touch. “I need…”
“We know what you need,” Dain rumbled, nipping at the tapered point of her ear. She shivered, her legs splayed wide and her hips rolling. Water lapped around her waist.
“Here,” I murmured, stroking the slick rim of delicate skin where Dain entered her. “Take what you need, Princess.” I pushed a finger alongside Dain’s.
Ezabell’s spine arched. Her pleasured cry echoed off the chamber’s walls. She clutched my thigh under the water, her nails clawing at my skin.
“Yes!” she cried, rolling her hips. For a moment, she kept her head tipped back, her eyes closed like she was lost to the world. Then she looked down, her gaze fixed on her splayed pussy and the watery outline of our hands between her legs.
“Oh, gods,” she breathed, shivering. Her pussy clamped hard, squeezing our fingers together. More silk greeted our thrusts.
Ezabell writhed between us, her slender body trembling as our fingers worked in tandem. Her breathing grew ragged, little gasps escaping her parted lips as she approached her peak.
“Let go for us, Princess,” I whispered against her ear. “We’ve got you.”
She tensed, her body going rigid as the orgasm claimed her. A broken cry tore from her throat as she shuddered against us, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our fingers. Water splashed over the edge of the pool as she bucked and trembled, soaking our hands.
Dain met my gaze, and instant understanding passed between us. Just as she started to come down, we pulled our hands from between her legs.
Dain stood, his engorged cock swinging against one meaty thigh. In one fluid motion, he scooped Ezabell from the ledge and cradled her against his broad chest. Water poured down their bodies as he carried her from the pool.
“What?” she asked, clearly dazed as she clutched at his shoulders.
Dain carried her to a thick rug near the brazier. He put her on her back, and we stretched on either side of her, our swollen cocks sliding over her hips.
“We’ll get the rug all wet,” she said, her protest melting into a moan as Dain slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked. Her clit peeked from its sheath, the glossy little bud swollen with arousal.
“It’ll dry,” I said, tipping her gaze to mine with a finger on her chin. She whimpered when I kissed her, and she opened eagerly, her kiss even bolder than our first.
My control was a fraying rope as I palmed one plump breast. “I need to taste you,” I said against her lips. “Will you let me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, hips lifting to Dain’s hand. “Please.”
Triumph flared within me as I moved down her body, pressing kisses to her heated skin. Dain read my intentions, helping me guide her to her hands and knees. She gave a soft cry when we urged her to her forearms. When I nudged her thighs wide, her pleasure-soaked moan filled the chamber.
I knelt behind her, aching with need. But the sight before me cut through everything. Ezabell’s body was spread like an offering from the most generous gods. In a flash of clarity, I knew I’d remember it for the rest of my life.
Her ass was perfect, two firm, round globes begging for my hands and tongue. Water dotted her skin. Her pussy glistened between her thighs, her pink folds plump with desire. More glistening moisture pooled at her opening and smeared her inner thighs.
Dain knelt in front of her, his thick chest heaving. As he slid his fingers into her hair, magic sparked between them in a bright yellow flash.
The three of us jerked. Power crackled in the air. Dain stared down at Ezabell, the intensity in his eyes stealing my breath.
“Yes?” he asked softly, cradling her head like she was made of glass. He said nothing else, but she’d obviously learned Dain’s language just as I had because her breathless “yes” came without hesitation.
