Chapter 287: You’re obsessed With Her Breasts

"Gods," Kaelen said from the edge of the bed. His voice was thick. "Look at her. Look at her face."

"I am looking," said Draeven, muffled.

"Keep going."

"I am."

He did.

He ate her with a skill that bordered on cruelty. He knew exactly where to press, exactly how hard to suck, exactly when to slow and when to quicken. Her hips rolled against his mouth. Her back bowed. She heard herself babbling, a stream of broken words, please and there and don’t stop and his name, over and over, and she felt the pressure rising like a flood.

"Draeven....I’m....oh, I’m...."

"Come," he said against her. "Come on my mouth."

She did.

It hit her so hard she saw stars. She screamed, and her thighs clamped around his head, and her whole body convulsed in long rolling waves. He didn’t stop. He kept licking her through it, gentle now, soothing, drawing out every pulse of pleasure until she was gasping and shaking and sobbing into the pillow.

"Beautiful," he whispered, kissing her inner thigh. "That’s it. Beautiful."

He crawled up her body.

His mouth left a wet trail across her stomach, over her ribs, and she knew exactly where he was going. She shuddered in anticipation. He took one breast in his hand and bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she moaned, and arched into him.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes. Please."

He didn’t answer. He only sucked, long and deep and slow, then harder, then so hard it was almost pain, almost pleasure, and she tangled her hands in his hair and held him there. He switched to the other breast. He kneaded, and licked, and worried the sensitive peak between his teeth. He murmured against her skin, low broken words she could not make out, praise or prayer or both.

"You’re obsessed with her breasts," Kaelen said, grinning.

"Yes," Draeven said, against her.

"You haven’t looked up in five minutes."

"No."

"Do you want her to come again just from that?"

"I want her to come as many times as she’ll let me."

"Gods, I love you," Kaelen said. "Move over."

Draeven lifted his head, flushed and dazed and glaring.

"I’m not finished."

"You’ll finish. Keep your mouth on her. I’m taking your place."

He knelt on the bed.

He pushed Morgana’s thighs further apart, and he slid between them. She saw his eyes, blue and fierce and laughing, and the gleaming flushed length of his cock in his fist. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and she gasped at the stretch.

"Ready, Morgana?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I’m ready."

"Good."

He drove into her.

The bed shook. She screamed. The angle was impossible, deep and hard and relentless, her legs over his shoulders and her hips tilted up to meet him. He fucked her with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall. Each thrust drove into her with a wet smack, and each one hit a place inside her that no one had ever reached.

"Fuck," Kaelen snarled. "Yes. You take me so well. Look at you. Look at that pussy swallowing me whole."

"Kaelen....ah....Kaelen...."

"That’s it."

And Draeven was on her breasts again, and she was lost.

She did not know how long it lasted. Time was gone. There was only the pounding of the bed and the burning of two mouths and two bodies, one hammering into her with savage joy, one worshipping her with fierce reverence. She screamed until her throat was raw. She came, a long breaking cry, and Kaelen did not stop. She came again, and he roared and drove deeper, and Draeven’s teeth closed on her nipple and she came a third time, and the room whited out.

"There," Kaelen gasped. "There, that’s it. Three. That’s three. Gods, you’re perfect."

"Stop," she sobbed. "No...don’t stop....I can’t....I want...."

"What do you want?"

"I want...." She choked. "I want you both. At the same time. I want..."

The room went silent.

Kaelen froze mid-thrust, buried deep in her. Draeven’s mouth left her breast, and he lifted his head slowly, his eyes enormous.

"Morgana," Draeven said carefully. "Say that again."

She drew a shaky breath.

"I want you both," she said. "Inside me. At once. I want to know what it’s like."

She saw them look at each other.

It was a long look, a conversation conducted in a single heartbeat, two centuries of brotherhood in a glance. Kaelen’s grin had gone. Draeven’s face had gone grave.

"You understand what you’re asking," Draeven said.

"Yes."

"One of us would have to...." He stopped. "In your ass."

Heat flooded her face.

"I know."

"Have you ever...."

"No." She swallowed. "But I want to. With you. With both of you." She met his eyes. "I trust you."

Kaelen made a sound like a man struck.

"Gods," he whispered. "Gods. She trusts us."

"We will not hurt you," Draeven said. His voice was rough and utterly steady. "We’ll go as slowly as you need. We will stop whenever you say. Do you understand? One word. Wait.Stop. Anything. We will not be angry. We will not ask why."

"I understand."

"Say it back."

"If I say stop, you stop."

"We stop," said Kaelen hoarsely. "Instantly."

"Then I want to."

Draeven closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, there was something shining in them. It was fierce and reverent and unsteady, and she thought it might be love.

"Then we’ll take care of you," he said.

***

They did not hurry.

It was the strangest thing. She had thought, perhaps, that the wildness of the last hour would carry them through, that they would be rough, that it would be a storm. It was not. When Draeven rose from the bed and crossed to the dresser, he moved with the slow deliberate calm he brought to everything that mattered. He came back with a small stoppered flask and set it on the nightstand.

"Oil," he said, catching her glance. "I keep it for the lamps."

"For the lamps," said Kaelen.

"It will do."

"You keep lamp oil by the bed."