Chapter 55 Ritual debut
The warm space between my legs felt whole when I stirred awake the next morning.
But it was not exactly vacant.
A hand was moving there, cupping and possessive.
“Mmm.” I opened my eyes just as the midnight blue eyes before me opened the world. Hale's face was inches away from mine.
New sleeping arrangement then. Refreshing. It was Draki against my back this time, and it was his hand between my legs.
He leaned in from behind and kissed my cheek.
“You feel better now, don’t you.” His voice was deep. Breath, fresh.
“Yes,” I whispered, trying to pace my breathing because Hale had joined in the fun, his hand immediately moving up to cup my breast up. I bit my lips. Those hands!
He smiled, leaned in, and caught my lips with his.
It apparently was not enough to be trapped between them like this. He pulled my leg up over his hip, opening me more to his lover, who took advantage of the space without pause.
His thumb pressed into my pussy, and began to draw a slow caressing line down my crack. My body jerked.
The lone finger was prying my cheeks apart now, exploring deeper and deeper.
I groaned into Hale’s lips. He bit my lip, and I groaned some more.
“Your lover did say you loved this.” Draki coated two more fingers with my wetness and moved down to caress my booty hole with it.
My nipples hardened.
I cannot think of Finn now. It was not right to wonder what he must be doing alone. Why did they always have to bring him up anyway?
Hale squeezed harder now, sucking on my lips as I groaned. He palmed, clutched, kneaded.
My breath was uneven again, my temperature rising.
Draki pulled his lover's hand away from my breast. I had barely exhaled in relief when he placed the hand against my pussy, and returned his own fingers to stroking my booty hole.
My brain glitched.
“Moon above... Lys…” Hale finally broke our kiss to moan. He dragged the flat of his palm across my pussy lips.
“Your body…” he groaned, unable to complete the statement.
“And the way she moans,” Draki kissed my earlobe, his finger still moving in light strokes, a come here motion.
Hale's lips drowned out my moans again. That confusion from last night returned.
Which sensation should I focus on? Hale’s fingers slipping into my wet fold, prodding around as he rubbed his chest against my nipples.
Or Draki finally moving past my entrance, penetrating the heat of my ass, moving up to his first knuckle as he whispered filthy, filthy words in my ears.
There, push back against it, my pet. Show me how bad you want it, how much you have been dying to be our little whore.
Just like that sweet wife, roll your hips…yes, there. You like this, don't you? Pressed between both of us like this.
That voice, deep, so deep, was filtering right into my head, traveling down to my pussy which squeezed around Hale's torturous magic fingers.
So wet it made sloppy noises against Hale's thrusts.
“Can you hear that, pet?” He pressed his lips just behind my ear. “That’s how much your body wants this, likes this, rebels against that rich girl properness.”
My head fell back in a moan, breaking away from Hale's kiss. And he moved his lips to suck on my throat.
“Fuck.” I gasped.
Hale growled deep in his pharynx, a raw sound that left me uncertain whether it had come from him or Aegit, his wolf.
“gods,” Draki cursed in my ear now. “I want to hear it again. Say it.”
His finger pushed up another inch, into me, and my body vibrated as if he had just passed live wire across my skin.
“Fuck.”
It was earnest, because they were splitting me between themselves, almost as competitive as it was team work.
As if they were trying to see who could get me to moan the loudest. Just then, I felt a hard bar of erection press up behind me, lining up against my crack.
I gasped.
“Yes.” He sounded breathless for the first time. “That’s what you do to me. That’s what the sound of fuck in that rich-girl voice does to me.”
Hale’s lips journeyed back up my chin, and hovering above my lips, said,
“When we really take you, this is how it’s going to be.” His thumb was running a circle round my clit as another finger dug up into me, causing the first real slice of pain since last night.
“Diane will be here,” his finger dug deeper, the breath of his lips whispering over mine.
“And your Alpha would go in here.” Draki’s finger moved harder, more merciless, flirtatiously tilting the scale between pain and pleasure.
“I’m coming,” my body jerked once as I dragged air into my lungs like a drowning woman.
Because I was drowning. Surfing far and further away.
“Did I give you permission to come, pet,”
“No sir,”
“Do you want us to deny you all day?”
“No sir.” I replied promptly, because I could not imagine the horror of last night going on for the entire day.
“Then fight it.” His teeth nibbled on my ear, and my thighs started to tremble.
The man was ruthless. Evil. How could he tell me to fight it, and then go on and do that?
“I told you she loves the pain,” he said to Hale, whose tongue was now on my collarbone, already descending to his favorite place. “Look at those ballerina-legs tremble.”
“Ah, pain,” Hale said like this was a polite conversation over tea. “Let’s see if she likes this kind.”
I screamed when he gave my nipple a real bite, and then began to alternate between flapping his tongue and nibbling.
The whole time, their fingers moved, stroking and thrusting.
Was this a part of the ritual?
Had women in the past died in their bed from too much pleasure? Because right now I feared I was about to have a heart attack, my heart was on the verge of bursting, unable to keep up with the excited blood pump.
“Take pity on her, darling,” Hale said against my breast, “Our fairy is fragile.”
“Did you hear that, doll, he thinks you are fragile.”
The only response I could give were moans and more moans, squirming, jerking my pelvis between their hands.
“Come now, sweet wife.” He whispered in my ear. “And show your Alpha how grateful you are for his kindness.”
Hale chuckled, moved his lips to mine and kissed me. Our kiss carried all the desire and passion he had learned to hold back for years.
And that was what unraveled me.
The adoring sweetness of his tongue, his plum lips that worshiped mine in tenderness.
I moaned my orgasm into his mouth till my body went still again.
For several minutes I could hear nothing, see nothing.
I realized something new then. This was going to be the longest twelve months of my life.