Chapter 286: The Sex Chronicles Begins.....

Draeven’s other hand cupped her free breast. His thumb rolled the nipple, and he squeezed, kneaded, lifted, and she thought she might come apart right there between them. He worshipped her. There was no other word. He sucked her breast as though he had been born for it, with deep slow pulls, then fast hard ones, his tongue circling and flicking and then taking her nipple between his teeth for a moment of delicious pressure before soothing it with his hot mouth.

"I can feel her squeezing me," Kaelen gasped. "Every time you suck, she clamps down. Gods. Gods. Do it again."

Draeven did and she wailed.

"Don’t stop," she begged. "Please, don’t stop, I can’t....I’m....."

"We’re not stopping."

"I’m going to...."

"Not yet." Kaelen’s voice was hoarse, vicious, delighted. "Not yet. Hold it. You’re going to hold it for me."

"I can’t...."

"You can." He gripped her ass hard and slammed her down. "You can do whatever I tell you. Because you’re mine, and you’re his, and you’re ours, and you’re going to be a good little ward and hold it until I say."

She sobbed.

It was too much. It was the most glorious, impossible, unbearable thing, two kings on her at once, one inside her and one at her breast, and she could not think and she could not breathe and she did not want it to stop. Her whole body was a bowstring. Her toes curled against Kaelen’s back. Every thrust was a bolt of lightning, and every pull of Draeven’s mouth was a bolt of fire, and she was caught between them, shaking, shouting, burning.

Kaelen kept going.

He went on and on. He fucked her standing in the middle of the room, in the wide gold light, with his brother’s mouth on her breast and the whole palace waking beneath them, and he did not slow. He drove her down onto his cock again and again and again, until she lost count, until the sound of her own screaming filled the room and bounced off the stone and came back to her. Sweat ran down his chest. His hair was wild. His eyes never left her face.

"Look at you," he said, between thrusts. "Look at what you’re doing to me. You’re destroying me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, you know that? For anything else."

"Kaelen...." Morgana gasped, her voice coming out broken.

"Say my name again."

"Kaelen...."

"Again."

"Kaelen, please....."

"Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours."

"Say it like you mean it."

"I’m yours....."

He snarled.

It was a sound she had never heard from him, wild and feral and not entirely human. For a moment his eyes flashed white, and the air around them went suddenly, brutally cold. Frost raced across the floor in a crackling ring. The candles in their sconces guttered.

"Kaelen," Draeven said sharply, lifting his head.

"I know."

"Control it."

"I know." Kaelen’s voice shook. His arms were trembling. "I’m trying. She just....gods. She said it. She said she was mine and I...."

"Look at her." Draeven said.

Kaelen looked.

Morgana was staring up at him, flushed and wet-eyed and shaking, her hair stuck to her face and her mouth swollen and open. She lifted one trembling hand and laid it against his cheek.

"I’m here," she whispered. "I’m not going anywhere."

The cold broke.

It left the room in a long slow breath. The frost thinned. The candles steadied. Kaelen’s eyes closed, and a shudder ran through him from head to foot. When he opened them again, they were blue, only blue, and wet.

"Gods," he said softly. "I love you like this."

She felt her heart lurch.

He hadn’t meant to say it. She saw that. It had slipped out of him on a breath, as unguarded as anything he had ever said, and he went very still, as though he’d dropped something precious. His eyes searched her face.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. But she turned her head and kissed his palm, and felt him exhale.

"Brother," Draeven said quietly.

"Yes."

"Put her on the bed."

"I’m not done."

"I know. Put her down. It’s my turn."

Kaelen’s mouth twitched. The wildness came back into his eyes, a bright dangerous gleam.

"You want her."

"I want to taste her."

"Fine." Kaelen drew a ragged breath. "Fine. But I get her back."

"You’ll get her back."

"Promise."

"Kaelen."

"Promise."

"You will have her back," Draeven said, "so help me."

Kaelen laughed, and lifted her off his cock.

She cried out at the sudden loss. Her body clenched on emptiness, her pussy throbbing and wet and aching. He carried her the few steps to the bed and dropped her onto the sheets, and she bounced and sprawled, boneless, with her hair across the pillows and her thighs trembling.

Draeven was on her before she could draw breath.

He knelt between her legs and pushed her thighs wide with both hands, spreading her open. She felt the air on her wet skin. She felt his gaze on her, hot, burning, and she shivered.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely. "You’re drenched. You’re swollen. You’re....." He stopped. His breath came out unsteady. "I’ve wanted to do this since the first night."

"Then do it."

He lowered his head.

His mouth closed on her, and she arched off the bed with a scream.

It was hot. It was so hot, and wet, and perfect. His tongue slid through her folds in one long slow lick, from her entrance to her clit, and her hips jerked helplessly. He did it again. His hands held her thighs apart. His mouth moved over her with a patient, ravenous thoroughness, tasting her, learning her, drinking her. He found her clit and circled it with the tip of his tongue, and she shrieked.

"Oh my god....Draeven...."

He hummed against her.

The vibration went through her like a struck bell. She grabbed his hair with both hands and held on. She felt his tongue push inside her, thick and hot and sweeping, and then return to her clit, sucking it between his lips in slow deep pulls that made her thighs shake.