Chapter 92 All three of you
“Want to hear something, pet?”
“Yes sir.” A breathy whisper.
I pried the midnight-mischief off her, watching the wool and sheer silk pool at her feet.
Hale tsked from the padded stool to our side as I stepped back, evidently as affected as I was by the sight of her, of her ivory toned skin that appeared even paler against the wine-red lingerie, her hourglass curves which her daywear strained to conceal.
It did not matter that we saw this every day. Never had.
The sight of her was enough to stop a man's breath.
“Tonight is for you two.” I leaned in, feeding my whispers to her ears the way she liked, deep and low. “Consider me your wedding night assistant.”
Her breaths were inconsistent, a vibrant pulse dancing on her neck.
“Don't let him fool you, fairy, he will jerk off to it all.”
“Of course I will.” The blush around her nose bridge darkened. “I am letting you have my wife after all.”
“She’s my wife too,” he bit into my hook just like I knew he would.
I stepped away from her with a barely contained smile.
“Shame that your wife is still so tense,” I picked up the robe, my thoughts traveling to the beautiful boy who fucked her underwear till she climaxed at the sight of his own pleasure.
“I think she hates the idea of opening her legs for you.”
The ballerina looked between us, confused at the form our banter was taking.
“Come here, fairy,” Velvet baritone commanded.
And it warmed my heart to see her cautious glance in my direction, seeking my permission even before taking a step.
Go
She nodded to my whisper in her head and walked the short distance to Hale.
And that, too, was a treat.
Nature had been generous with her. Her well-formed back, back dimples, heart-shaped ass braced on invisible columns.
Hale reached around and squeezed those as soon as she reached him. She shuddered.
I watched him sweep his gaze upward to meet her eyes. “Show your husband just how wet my kiss made you.”
Her sharp inhale made my dick twitch. Hale spun her around to look at me.
When our eyes met, her blush spread to her chest.
“Go on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about,” he grabbed her calf and propped her leg on his knee. “On several occasions, he too has busted a nut from my kiss. Right in his briefs, like a bloody teenager.”
My pulse was beating, but I maintained a blank face, acting unaffected.
“There, move your… yes,” he directed her like a choir conductor. “Dragons are distrustful creatures. Can he see it? Oh, the light. A little provocative, but you might have to tilt your hips… more, let. Oh yes.”
My breathing was labored at this point.
It did not matter that just this afternoon I had my head between those legs, that her taste was forever etched in my memory, the sight of her pink petals now, a pearlescent shimmer against the reflection of the candlelights, was a trial of conscience.
It was a struggle to stand still, to remember all the laws on morality and human ethics I had spent centuries mastering. I fought to control my more natural instinct to possess, to tear her away from him and keep her stashed for my use only because she was my possession. Mine.
“Can you see his face?” Hale pressed. “It appears he believes us now.” He lowered his head and kissed her waist, the spot I imagined her back dimples were.
“Now I worry about leaving you to him for four whole days. He looks pretty terrifying with that look on his face, right?” His tongue was making a slow dance behind her waist, and her lips were slack, her body squirming as her legs spread further apart while she struggled to keep her eyes on me.
“Go. He’s still your husband.” He pulled away and smacked her ass. She jumped, lip disappearing between teeth.
Her eyes were soft, uncertain as she padded back towards me. That look of her which showed she was eager to please but did not know how.
My heart beat slowed to normalcy.
I leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips when she stopped before me, and her breath caught.
“That was good.” I played with her hair. “Your obedience makes everything easy. Now we proceed to make you real sweet for your Alpha.”
Her shoulders quivered.
“You'll like that? You want to be real sweet for him right?”
Her nod was enthusiastic, her eyes bright.
My grip tightened around her hair as I swallowed a groan. “Get on that divan.”
She moved immediately, taking quick steps back to the alcove.
“Face down, my pet.”
She climbed into the upholstered leather divan and lay on her belly.
Circling her, my vision breached the surface of her body, scanning for sore tissues, inflamed tendons or micro tissue tears. Anything she could have been hiding from when I spanked her earlier in the day.
There was none. Only taut fascia and micro tremors.
My little wife was nervous.
“Can you match my breath, pet?” I dropped to my knees beside the divan, not without noticing the way her shoulders tensed suddenly, almost a flinch.
I glanced at Hale across from us. He stood up and headed to the bathroom on the left.
“What was that?” My lips were by her ear, my voice low.
She paused, drew in a breath and then said, “I was reminded of a dream.”
“What dream, sweet wife?”
Her neck and the top of her ears turned red. “An… a sex dream.”
My hands were still resting on my knees, not touching her as I studied her body, the nervous heat surging below as her brain seemed to be on overdrive, looking for an escape from this conversation.
“I was asked to sync my breath in there.”
Passive sentence? Yes. She was definitely hiding something. I lifted one hand and pressed it flat against the back of her thigh.
Her body twitched.
Then I began to move, applying enough pressure to feel her muscles deeply while I progressed to the curve between her thigh and ass cheek.
“Who asked you, doll?”
There was only one reason she would try to avoid this question. And I’ll place a bet that her reason had aqua-colored eyes and pouty lips.
“Finn.”
“So you have had sex dreams about him.”
“No, no,” she breathed in a rush, her head shooting up from the divan.
I grabbed her neck, instinctively, but I lowered her face to the divan again more gently, ignoring the violent clash in my mind.
“About you.” That soft voice said. “All three of you.”