Chapter 284: Just like that. Use your tongue. Yes. Oh, gods, yes

"Careful," he said, rough.

"I’m being careful."

"You’re being Kaelen."

"I’m being very careful." Kaelen tore his mouth away, panting. "Gods. Morgana. I’ve been wanting that for days."

"You could have asked."

"I’m asking."

"I know." She smiled, dazed. "I said yes."

He laughed, unsteady, and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Take her to the bed," he said, over her shoulder. "Brother. Please. I can’t watch her against that glass another minute or I’ll lose my mind."

"You’ve already lost it," said Draeven.

"Then humor me."

Draeven drew out of her slowly.

She made a small sound of protest, and he kissed her temple. He carried her across the room, her legs still locked around his waist, and set her on her feet at the edge of the great bed. Her knees were weak. Kaelen’s arm went around her at once, holding her up.

"Here," Draeven said.

He turned her.

His hands guided her gently, one at her waist, one between her shoulder blades, bending her forward over the edge of the mattress. Her palms pressed into the rumpled sheets. Her hair fell around her face. Her breasts swung and brushed the bed, and she felt cool air against her bare back and thighs and the swollen wetness between her legs.

She heard Kaelen’s breath hitch.

"Gods," he muttered. "Look at that."

"Eyes up," Draeven said calmly.

"I’m looking. I’m looking at all of it."

Kaelen sat down on the edge of the bed.

He sat right in front of her, his knees on either side of her, close enough that she could smell him, wine and smoke and the sharp cold scent of snow. He tilted her chin up with two fingers. His eyes were hazy and blue. His cock rested against his stomach, flushed, hard, leaking at the tip.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey."

"Is this all right?"

"Yes."

"You want to?"

She looked at him. She looked down at the thick flushed length of him, and back up.

"Yes," she said. "I want to."

His whole face changed.

It softened, in a way she had never seen. He cupped her cheek with a hand that was shaking slightly, and his thumb brushed her lower lip.

"You tell me if it’s too much," he said. "If you want to stop. Anything."

"I will."

"Say it."

"I’ll tell you if I want to stop."

"Good girl," he murmured, and kissed her forehead.

Behind her, Draeven’s hands settled on her hips.

She felt the heat of him first, blazing against the backs of her thighs. His fingers spread on her skin, hot as brands, and the blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance from behind, nudging at her wet, swollen folds. She trembled.

"Ready?" Draeven asked.

"Yes."

"Morgana."

"Yes."

He pushed in.

It was a long slow slide, deeper from this angle, and she moaned aloud, her forehead dropping against Kaelen’s thigh. He stroked her hair. His hand was gentle. She felt the thick heat of Draeven dick filling her, stretching her, until his hips pressed against her and he was seated to the root.

"Good," Draeven whispered. "That’s good. You feel so good."

Kaelen’s hand tightened in her hair.

"Look at me," he said hoarsely.

She lifted her head. He had taken his cock in his fist. It was thick in his grip, and the head glistened, and she felt her mouth go dry.

"Open," he said. "If you want to."

She did.

He guided himself to her lips. She felt the heat of him, silky and hard, and tasted salt on her tongue. His hand cupped the back of her head, not forcing, only steadying, and she took him in. A slow slide, carefully, over her tongue. Kaelen groaned.

"Fuck," he said. "Fuck, Morgana. Gods."

She sucked.

She felt him shudder. She felt Draeven begin to move behind her, a long slow thrust that pushed her forward onto Kaelen’s cock and then drew her back. The rhythm built between them, forward and back, forward and back, filled at both ends. She had never felt anything like it. Every thrust of Draeven’s hips sent her sliding down Kaelen’s length, and every movement of her mouth made Kaelen’s thighs tremble.

"That’s it," Kaelen breathed. "Just like that. Use your tongue. Yes. Oh, gods, yes."

"You’re so tight," Draeven said behind her, strained. "Morgana. You’re gripping me like....."

She moaned around Kaelen, and he hissed.

"Do that again."

She did.

His fingers curled in her hair. Draeven’s hand slid around her hip and found her clit, rubbing it in slow firm circles, and the sensation shot through her like a bolt. She whimpered. She could not stop herself. The pleasure was coming from everywhere, from her mouth and her pussy and her clit and the heat of two big bodies surrounding her, and she was floating in it, drowning in it.

"She’s close," Draeven said. "I can feel her."

"Let her," Kaelen groaned. "Let her. I want to see....oh, fuck...."

She came.

It tore through her, silent and total, her cry smothered around Kaelen’s cock. Her pussy spasmed around Draeven in hard pulses, and her whole body shook. Kaelen held her head gently while she rode it out. Draeven’s hand slowed on her clit, gentling her through the aftershocks, and his other hand stroked her spine in long soothing sweeps.

When it ended, she was limp.

She slid off Kaelen with a wet gasp and rested her cheek against his thigh, breathing hard. Her hair was a ruin. Her mouth felt swollen. She was still full of Draeven, still held up by his hands, and she could feel him, shaking, hard as iron.

"You haven’t come," she mumbled.

"No," said Draeven, tight.

"Either of you."

"No," said Kaelen hoarsely. "We haven’t."

"Why?"

Neither of them answered.

She lifted her head.

Kaelen was looking down at her. His chest was heaving. His fist was white around his cock, and he looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff. Behind her, Draeven’s hands trembled on her hips.

"Because," Kaelen said, very quietly, "I want to do this right."

"Right?" Morgana asked.

"I want you to tell us what you want. Not what we want. Not what we’ve been dreaming about. What you want." His voice cracked. "I’ve waited my whole life for something that was mine. I’m not going to ruin it by being greedy."