Chapter 53 Magic fingers
“You really do love him.”
My brain froze. Hale's hand was on my belly, his fingers moving with a touch so light it felt like a whisper.
I gasped, twisting my body to bolt, but his forearm clamped around my waist immediately.
“Shh.” He cooed in that deep voice, but that was a futile command.
It was mortally impossible to shh under Hale's touch.
Was this why Draki had always insisted he kept his hands off? Was this why he never touched my bare skin in the past?
His fingers were like ticklish feathers, whispering like the wind, teasing but giving me no release.
He kissed my cheekbone as my abs started to spasm, as my nipples ached, running those fingers down the side of my hips.
It must be magic, he must be using some sort of Alpha magic.
Was this how Draki felt whenever he touched him?
Was this why Finn was so docile with him even though he challenged a literal Dragon? Because he knew what his touch was like?
I could rip the veil between your legs with just my finger.
I panted, my back arching off the bed as his fingers danced on my happy trail.
“Breath fairy,” he murmured in my ear, “Just like that.”
I shook my head. I preferred Draki's wickedness, Finn's possessive fury; those did not drive me literally mad.
“I’ll teach you, you just have to be trusting, let the waves take you, you will love it better that way.” He was speaking in that patient professor-voice again.
But I could not trust.
How could I let the waves truly take me when I was supposed to lock parts of myself away? When sex with them was more than just sex.
Play, obey, but never surrender
Take their gift, play the role, guard your heart.
Already, those warnings did not seem as scary anymore. Not when Hale was remolding me like a potter just with the gentlest of touches.
His fingers marched as gracefully as I did in ballet, moving towards my pussy as Draki held Finn’s hair in place, so they watched us together.
“There, my fairy.” He whispered, all calm. Like a cunning demon. “There,” his finger licked at my clit, the very peak where it was the most tender and my voice rang out like I was being exorcised.
It was like a thousand vibrators had kissed me at once.
Draki let Finn go then.
Again, Finn mouthed, I’m sorry, and I finally realized then that he had been apologizing to me the whole time.
Draki straddled me, his knees on either side of my hips. He leaned in, his chest so wonderfully warm against my body as he caught Hale's lips in his.
I stared up at their lips, fused in a fiery kiss, like they were mad at each other.
My hips were jerking on their own now. Draki's hand was wrapped around the back of his lover's neck, pinning his face against his, and Hale's torturous fingers caressed the ring around my clit.
Like he wanted me to feel an extension of the pleasure he felt from kissing his lover of over two centuries.
And it was a lot of pleasure.
Those magic fingers gave me everything, but also nothing. Teasing me, like a drop of water to a man dying of taste.
Finn and I were staring at each other now. He was struggling in his armchair just by the bed, his hands shaking.
The pain in his face was heartbreaking to see. He would hate himself when he left here, hate the men, and hate me too.
But that did not stop him from peeling his slacks back. The same slacks I had rubbed against for my first orgasm earlier tonight.
And his dick bobbed out. I gasped.
“She’s impressed.” Draki broke the kiss.
But I could not tear my eyes away. The girth of it was unreal, and it was mesmerizing to watch him wrap my underwear around it and start to jerk off with it.
The tears on his face, the struggle in his eyes, his lips still mouthing, I’m sorry was the most erotic thing I had seen since I moved to this house.
There’s nothing he enjoys more than breaking people. Just like he will break your little boyfriend.
Draki was watching me now.
Enjoying the sight of me, enjoying the sight in front of me.
Hale pulled his hand away from me.
Draki moved once, the length of his erection brushing over my now overly sensitive clit.
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
He moved again, firmer this time as he stared into my eyes. I groaned through gritted teeth. It hurt so good. A pain that tipped into toe-curling pleasure.
My hips jerked up, desperate for more even though he was grinning wickedly.
Hale's forearm clamped tighter around my waist, pinning me to the bed just as Draki started to move in earnest.
His free hand found my nipples, pulling, pinching as his lover fucked my clit with his cock, rubbing against it the way I imagined he would rub his erection against any of the other men’s dicks in the room.
“Lys.” Hale breathed in my ear at that point because I did not recognize my own voice, moaning down the building.
The stimulation left me confused. I was not sure whether I wanted to run away or towards it.
Even those erotic dreams had not prepared me for this.
The sight of Finn with my underwear while he stared right at me, moaning my name and crying from the cruel humiliation of it all.
Or the man kneading my breasts, working my nipples as our frantic wolves fiercely demanded more.
Worst of all, the dark god who owned me, grinding down on me, parting the length of my pussy with his erection, rubbing against my clit while he pinned both my wrists above my head and trapped my legs with his.
I could feel the orgasm now, and I was so terrified of it that my safeword jumped to the tip of my tongue for the first time.
Chocolate, chocolate.
But I did not say it. Instead, I cried and cried from intense pleasure that was almost painful.
“Shh.” Hale pressed down on my abdomen. “Almost there.” His hand moved from my chest to stroke my hair. “Such a good girl, almost there.”
And then he took my lips, our first kiss ever.
He kissed my guilt and wretchedness away, sucking in all my screams as a hot knife burned down my back to my abdomen.
He ground his arousal into the bed beside me, his weight moving the bed and both our bodies on it, heightening the pleasure of his lover fucking my clit with each bounce.
I could feel a tear that wasn’t mine wetting my cheek now, as his tongue moved in my mouth as if in worship. Rhea howled at the back of my throat.
All the memories from four years ago came rushing back, and just like Finn, I started to whisper into his lips.
I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.
At that moment, Draki stretched out above me, his hips moving harder against mine and matching every of my grind.
“Now come,” he whispered right in my ear, and I groaned into Hale’s lips.
The dragon bit my neck, hard.