Chapter 285: Morgana, Do You Want More?

Her chest ached.

She looked at him, tousled and wrecked and so careful. She looked back over her shoulder at Draeven, flushed and shaking, his eyes burning gold. They were both waiting. They were both holding themselves back with everything they had, for her.

She thought, I could stop here. They would let me.

Then she thought, I don’t want to.

Kaelen touched her cheek.

"Morgana," he said softly. "Do you want more?"

The light was full and gold in the window now. Somewhere far below, the palace bells began to ring the morning, one after another, slow and sweet.

She smiled.

"Yes," she said.

Nobody moved.

The bells were still ringing somewhere far below, slow and sweet, and the gold light lay across the rumpled sheets, and Morgana stayed where she was with her cheek against Kaelen’s thigh and Draeven buried deep inside her. She could feel them both holding their breath.

Then Kaelen laughed.

It started low in his chest and came out ragged, a broken, delighted sound, and he tipped his head back and shut his eyes.

"Yes," he said to the ceiling. "She said yes. Brother, did you hear that? She said yes."

"I heard," said Draeven. His voice was strained to breaking.

"I need you to tell me she said yes."

"She said yes, Kaelen."

"Good. Good." Kaelen opened his eyes. They were wild and blue and very bright, and the careful man who had asked do you want more was gone. In his place was something loose and hungry and grinning. "Then I’m going to need you to give her to me."

Morgana’s heart slammed.

"Give her to you," Draeven repeated.

"Give. Her. To me." Kaelen stood. He towered over her, his shirt hanging open, his chest rising and falling, his cock jutting hard and flushed from his open trousers. "You’ve had her all night. You’ve had her against a door and in a chair and against a window. I sat in that chair and watched you for ten minutes and I almost lost my mind. I’ve been patient. I’ve been so good." He bent and cupped her chin. "Little ward. Do you want me to be good?"

"No," she whispered.

His grin turned feral.

"Brother," he said. "Pull out."

Draeven didn’t answer at once. Morgana felt his hands tighten on her hips, felt the whole hot length of him throb inside her, and then he drew back, slowly, so slowly. She whimpered at the loss. She felt the thick head of his dick slip free, and the sudden aching emptiness, and the wet heat running down her thighs.

"Careful with her," Draeven said, rough.

"I’m always careful."

"You are never careful." Draeven snapped back at him.

"I’m careful with her."

He slid one arm around her waist and the other under her thighs and lifted her.

She yelped. He pulled her off the bed as though she weighed nothing, hauled her up against his chest, and her legs went around his waist by instinct. Her breasts pressed against his bare skin. His cock slid between her legs, hot and heavy against her wet folds, and they both groaned.

"There she is," Kaelen said, against her mouth. "There’s my girl."

He kissed her. It was savage and hungry and unpracticed, all teeth and tongue, and she kissed him back with everything she had. His hand slid down her spine and gripped her ass. She felt the head of his cock nudge her entrance.

"Look at me," he said.

She did.

"Hold on."

He let her drop.

It was the most devastating thing she had ever felt. Gravity did it for him. She slid down onto him in one long unstoppable plunge, and he filled her all at once, stretching her wide, the thick hard length of his dick driving so deep that she screamed. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her head fell back. He held her there, impaled and trembling.

"Fuck," Kaelen breathed. "Oh, fuck. You’re so tight. You’re so....he’s already had you, you’re so wet, I can feel him all over you...."

"Kaelen....." Morgana gasped.

"I know. I know." He was panting. "Hold on to me."

He lifted her.

It was effortless, the strength in his arms, the muscles in his back working under her palms. He raised her until only the head of his dick was inside her, and she hung there for a heartbeat, shuddering, and then he let go again, and she dropped.

She shrieked.

He did it again.

And again.

He set a rhythm that was nothing like Draeven’s. It was brutal and bright, a hard fast slam of her body down onto his, over and over, her weight and gravity driving him deeper with every stroke. The wet slap of their skin filled the room. Her breasts bounced against his chest. She clung to him and screamed, and every scream seemed to drive him wilder.

"That’s it," he panted. "That’s it, little ward. Scream for me. Scream so he can hear what I do to you."

"Oh....oh....Kaelen....."

"Louder."

"I can’t....it’s....you’re...."

"Louder." He commanded.

He slammed her down, and she screamed so loud it cracked in her throat.

"There she is," Kaelen said, delighted. "Gods, listen to her, brother. Listen to that."

"I’m listening," said Draeven.

His voice came from very close.

Morgana turned her head, dazed. He was standing beside them, naked and flushed and magnificent, his hands clenched at his sides. His eyes had gone molten gold. A faint shimmer of scales ran up his forearms to the elbow, and the pupils were narrow vertical slits. He was looking at her breasts.

He was looking at them the way a starving man looks at bread.

"Draeven," she gasped.

"I can’t watch this and not touch you."

"Then touch me." Morgana replied.

He moved.

He stepped in close at her side, so close that the heat of him blazed against her ribs, and bent his head. His mouth closed over her breast, and she cried out, a raw wild sound that rose above the slap of Kaelen’s thrusts. He sucked hard. She felt his tongue lash her nipple, felt the pull of his lips, felt the scrape of his teeth, and the sensation ran straight down her body and met the hard thrust of Kaelen’s cock in a collision that made her vision blur.

"Oh, gods...." Morgana gasped.

"Yes," Kaelen groaned. "Yes. Do that. Do that to her. Look at her face."