Big hands still held my breasts and kneaded them softly. Roran spoke in my ear as I rode his brother’s cock. “If it were up to me, Kimber, you would never be allowed to hide these in our rooms. I would want you bared to me, always. You have such wonderful, responsive tits.”
“Brother, help her take her pleasure again before I take mine.”
His hands left my breasts, and one traveled down and down to where my clit still throbbed—or was it throbbing again.
I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t care.
“Do you like being shared by us, ilati?” Rilen asked, falling into his own rhythm inside me.
“Yes,” I breathed the word. “Yes.”
“I want to feel you come with my cock inside you,” he said. “My brother’s pleasure looked amazing, and your climax was a delight to watch.”
“We want to take you every night, Kimber,” Roran said. “Sharing you like this is amazing, but…”
“There’s more we want,” Rilen breathed.
How were they cognizant enough to have a conversation?
Any and all thought flew out of my mind when Roran’s finger dusted over the puckered entrance of my ass.
“We want to both be inside you.”
“Not today, ilati.”
“You are not ready.”
“We will make you ready.”
“Just imagine, one of us deep in your pussy.”
“And one deep inside your ass.”
I had absolutely no idea which one of them was speaking. I didn’t care.
Having both of them inside of me, bringing me to heights I couldn’t imagine was a picture I wanted to hold on to—I wanted to recreate it in the bed, over and over.
Gods and goddesses, I wanted it.
Despite having just come, twice, Roran’s magic fingers brought me to the precipice again.
“I’m coming,” I murmured.
I leaned my forehead against Rilen’s, and I felt him nod.
Roran’s finger breached my ass.
I screamed in pleasure, the climax ripping up my spine and arching me into Roran.
“Yes!” Rilen came, his fingers digging into my hips as his cock released his cum, bathing my walls again.
More boneless than I had been even in the bath, I couldn’t sit up. Roran held me while Rilen finished his climax.
Once Rilen had started to recover, Roran passed me off to him, and he carefully lowered us to the bed, slipping out of me.
With a bare whisper of sound, Roran left the bed. I was sad for just a moment until he returned with the wet cloths. He passed one to his twin, and they carefully cleaned my well-pleased sex and their own shafts.
Roran was back again, climbing up into the bed, and pulling sheets over us.
I fell asleep safely tucked between them.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Gwynnore
I scrolled through my phone with quick jerks of my finger, not really reading anything in front of me. My blue eyes continued to flick to the back of our bedchamber’s closed door, and then back to my cellphone. I was tempted to bring in Cracked-and-Nosy just for entertainment.
Two more days had passed of doing nothing.
Searching with no outcome.
Stuck in this fucking castle and looking over my shoulder at every unusual sound—and there was a lot of weird shit that happened in a druid’s stronghold.
I was going stir-crazy while the Overlords left every day for Challenges, without the means to even speak about them with me later in the evening. Damn law. Three Challenges had passed, all with Master Niallan completing them. I knew he was done with today’s because his mother’s eyes in the painting had started blinking so fast she might as well have taken flight by her eyelashes alone.
That had been an hour ago.
I kept scrolling on my phone.
There was nothing else to do.
The door to our room finally opened—fifteen minutes later. I jumped to my feet and stuffed my phone into the back pocket of my black leather pants. I shoved a finger at the closest window, and growled, “We are going out tonight! It sounds like a party in the village, and I want to get the fuck out of here for a few minutes.” Or an hour. Or three.
The Overlords halted in place. Shocked and mute.
The door swung shut behind them.
I waggled my finger at the window. “I. Need. To. Go. Out.”
Lord Xenon cleared his throat and glanced at the other lords. “I believe her majesty would like to go out tonight. I’m not positive, but I think she’s had enough of this room. What do you think?”
My eyes narrowed. I crossed my arms.
Lord Pippin’s lips trembled. “It’s a possibility.”
“A strong possibility.” Lord Belshazzar tapped a finger on his lips while his eyes glimmered with mischief. “Isn’t there a party happening in the village, my lords? I think I heard that somewhere. Maybe she’d like to do that?”
Lord Otto swayed his hips in quick jerks. “Sounds like dancing music to me out there. I doubt she’d want to do that.”
“Oh, for the love of God.” I tossed my hands up into the air. “You’re all absurd.”
Lord Cato lifted a finger up. “I said not a word, darling. Do not group me in with them.”
I tapped my right foot. “So, can we go to the party? Or would you like to crack a few more jokes at my expense, my lords, before you decide if I’m a prisoner in this castle for another fucking minute?”
Lord Otto snorted. “We should probably change our clothes before she decides to castrate us.”
Lord Belshazzar grunted. His lips curved up at the edges as his eyes drifted down my body. “She is dressed for a good time.” A black eyebrow lifted. “Your majesty, are you planning to have a good time tonight?”
“Maybe, my lord.” I rolled my eyes when Master Niallan’s mother started blinking like crazy. I turned and pointed a finger straight at her face. “That was not an open invitation for you, asshole. I haven’t decided who I’m going to have a good time with tonight. So fuck off.” I shrugged a shoulder. “For now, anyway.”
Business was business. And I had no real leads where I’d searched so far. The druid’s private bedroom still needed to be explored. And I was running out of time here…
Lord Otto exploded with a deep laugh. “I really need to get that on camera sometime.”
Lord Cato hissed, “Don’t even fucking dare.”
I pivoted and lifted a black brow. “Or do. And I’ll take a video of you running away from a deranged toy helicopter.”
Lord Otto’s face blanked. “You wouldn’t.”
“Like hell I wouldn’t.” I stared. “Try me.”
Lord Belshazzar chuckled quietly, glancing between us. “That, my royal friends, is called a stalemate.” He twirled a finger into the air. “Let’s get changed and take her out. Maybe it will remove the bitch who has overtaken our queen the past two days.”
My jaw dropped. “That was rude.”
“And fucking true,” Lord Pippin griped. He stared pointedly. “Your majesty, I never thought I’d say this first part, but here it is. None of us likes to stay up until all hours of the night with a beautiful woman—who won’t shut the fuck up. We realize you’re bored, but your need for interaction has been a little…extreme.”
I snapped my mouth shut. “Oh.”
Lord Pippin nodded slowly.
I huffed and pointed at their bags. “Hurry up and get changed then. And I promise not to bother,” my gaze swung to Lord Belshazzar and then away, “any of you tonight. I’ll sleep elsewhere.”
Master Niallan’s mother blinked. A lot.
Lord Belshazzar stared directly into my eyes.
The entire room went quiet. Not a word.
Not a breath was taken.
The other lords weren’t there in our world.
All that was, and all that would be, was locked in a stare down. The new Queen and the powerful Overlord. Tension mounted and buzzed between us, more tangible than any faith.
Lord Belshazzar asked quietly, “Are you doing this out of spite for what Lord Pippin said?”
I scoffed. “No.”
The Overlord’s head cocked in an animalistic fashion—and it was like I could see those magnificent black horns above his head. He was frightening and beautiful, all at once.
My lips thinned. “Don’t ask me questions like that again. You should know me better than that by now.”
Ice blue ices flicked between mine for a brutal moment. He straightened and tossed his long black hair out of one of his eyes. The lord stated calmly, “We’ll see you in the morning then.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m glad I have your approval, my lord.”
He scowled. “Don’t.”
Then fucking trust me.