Chapter 213 Wholeness

Chapter 213 Wholeness
Undressing was an order I scrambled to obey.

Finn pulled back, sat on his heel and stared down at me with that demanding air of a king that was his new personality.

This whole time, I had been half naked, my dress hanging on my chest. But I took it off completely and discarded it. He gave a nod to continue.

I swallowed, and sat up so I could get to my bra hook behind me. In this new position, our faces were barely an inch apart, our noses almost touching.

My eyes closed briefly, my chest moving in a deep breath to the heady feeling of being so close to him. Without the feeling of guilt.

I opened my eyes and discarded the bra, intensely aware of the other men in the room, watching us. We were fully naked now, and they were mostly clothed. They were watching us in bed, like hired sluts for their performance.

My lip disappeared between my teeth at the thought, and heat rushed to my face.

Finn swooped down and claimed my lips without warning. I gasped. His head tilted with every brush of his lips, the intensity of it rocking my body till we found our rhythm, a sway that was as natural as all the times we had danced.

His lips were lush, full, and surprisingly hot for a vampire. And there was something delicately sweet about his tongue that brought me to the brink of desperation. I wanted more, more. My hands came up to his shoulders, gasping into his warm mouth as my nipples brushed against his chest.

His arms circled my waist then, and embraced me to himself. My breasts were crushed between us, and he started to move, stimulating my nipples with his skin as his mouth ravished mine.

I sighed into his lips. He groaned low in his throat. The ache between my legs intensified with every brush of his skin. I moaned, and he pulled back immediately, his breaths heavy as he stared in my eyes.

He moved his hand forward, and I felt his cool touch against my lower belly. I shivered as my gaze dropped to the spot. He was pushing now, gently guiding my back to the bed.

I bit my lip when he kissed my collarbone, a gentle press of his lips.

Then he moved, skipping my chest entirely. He paused at my belly, and I felt his warm tongue in the valley of my navel. My back arched off the bed.

His hands were on my hips immediately, pinning my back-down. He breathed against my skin, blowing warm air with his mouth over my happy trail, tracing a slow path down.

I could not lie still, not with what he was doing, not when my pussy was clenching and unclenching. He grabbed my legs then, and threw them over his shoulders.

My fingers sank in his hair, as his tongue trailed kisses toward my labia. Every kiss was a revelation, a lingering brush of lips that admitted he was taking his time. Savoring every inch of my body.

Tears jumped to my eyes, but my hair thankfully shielded me from the men. Finn lifted his head and stared right in my eyes. A check-in similar to what Mordaine had done earlier.

I gave him a reassuring nod. And at my assurance, he transformed.

His mouth was hard and hungry when he dove down to the warm, secret place I had most needed him the whole night.

I want to eat your pussy, I want to taste it, were words he told me once. He executed them with passion now.

Whatever leash had been holding him the whole day was gone.

He lapped against my pussy with a gluttonous urgency, sweeping wide tongue from base to top, prodding into me. He groaned suddenly, and moved upward till his face was pressed against mine.

“Taste yourself, baby.” His lips crushed mine, his tongue twirling my own like a ribbon. “Honey. You taste like honey, Lys.”

I could not breathe, his lips were hard against mine, blunt and consuming. His tongue drove mine, impatient to make me familiar with my taste as he was.

“Fuck,” he cursed as I moaned under him, breathless, panting for more. Greedy for more.

He slid back down to his previous position, with dark possessed eyes.

This was the Finn of the silver cage. His mouth attacked my pussy now like they had attacked my chest that night. Like it was not enough to kiss, to suck, or nibble, he had to brand me. Burn his stamp into my flesh, so whenever the men stared down at me, they saw he had been there.

It was an immoral thing, and like all things immoral, it excited me.

My shameless moans bounced around the room, as my hips moved, grinding down hard into his face. Whimpering at every painful bite, every hard suction.

I was aware of our audience. Still, I felt the most alive I had in a while, every inch of my skin sensitive to the point of ache.

It could have been a natural nervous system response to being watched. Watched like a whore at a pleasure den. Or just the abstract bodily response to finally having the last piece of the puzzle in place.

My heart, my soul, my life.

I was whole, complete at last.

I climaxed. It was sudden, like a dam cracking open. The waves threatened to sweep me away, the strength of each sizzling current wrung me out, twisted my uterus in a tight fist till I forgot who I was, where I was.

The whole time, that firm, warm tongue, stroked and stroked and stroked till I thought I would die.

And then my body collapsed. I broke into tears, trembling as Finn hurriedly moved to gather me in his arms.

The shivering did not stop even in his warm embrace, and I started to giggle through the tears. This was ridiculous. Why did I cry over every little thing? This was the happiest night of my life. There was absolutely no need for the tears.

“You actually just tongue-fucked my wife to tears.” Hale’s voice came from behind me, and my shoulders jumped. Naked skin pressed against my back. He had undressed.

He pulled my back to his chest, and caught Finn’s chin between his fingers. Their lips met, hovering above my right shoulder. My body was pressed between them, my legs wrapped around Finn’s waist.

The effect of their kiss was evident in the hot bars of erection pushing into me from either end. Soon they were groaning, reaching around me to touch themselves. And then they were touching me too. They caressed, clutched, squeezed my ass, and smooched my breasts.

A hand grabbed my hip suddenly, and slid me out from between them.

“Very rude,” the dragon said, his voice amused. I opened my eyes to stare into my husband’s silver eyes.

He winked. “They would crush you between themselves if I let them, doll.”

I smiled, and hesitantly reached for his pants. His gaze dropped to my hands, and then came back up to my face. He nodded.

My fingers were quick with the string, Then I yanked the pants down, and his boxer brief, pulling them reverently off his feet. He watched me with a hint of amusement.

Behind me, the men groaned, harsher sounds filling the bedroom as they seemed to be tearing at each other. I remembered then that this would be their first night together since their vacation in Japan.

Mordaine wrapped his hand around my neck now, pulling me closer till his breath fanned my face. “Want my hair down?”

I gave a quick nod, practically shaking with how badly I wanted him. Greedy Lys. It was not enough that I had barely recovered from that orgasm that nearly broke me in half.

“Go ahead, then.”

I gently lifted the single braid off his shoulder, and started to unravel it. I brushed his hair out with my fingers when I finished, and stepped back.

“Wait here, little wife.”

He walked around the bed, and a shiver traveled through me as I watched him. The natural tan skin, the tight ass and hard muscles that shifted beneath the skin on his back.

The dragon left no doubt that he was a god anytime he undressed. He leaned down before a nightstand, and pulled out a drawer we used often.

He glanced over his shoulder at me as he reached for something. There was a wicked light in those eyes.