Jaik caught my hips and all but pushed me over Talisyn, so that I was straddling him. I let Jaik move me, enjoying the way his hands felt on my body. I pushed my ass back into his rock-hard cock to taunt him.
The tip of Talisyn’s cock teased against my slick, hot opening, over and over. I bit my lip, trying to grind down on him, but I was so wet that the tip of his cock kept slipping away. Talisyn caught my wrists in his hands before I could reach for him, drawing me down to kiss his lips. His cock continued to taunt me as his lips moved tenderly against mine, nipping my lower lip gently, pressing kisses to the corner of my mouth. I turned my mouth, trying to capture his with mine, and let out a low moan of frustration at being denied as much of him as I wanted.
Jaik’s hand was on my hip suddenly, his fingers pressing into the cut of my hip bone firmly. I looked between our thighs to see Jaik grab Tal and line him up with my opening, then he pushed me down. I sank onto Tal’s cock, feeling him fill me slowly and completely, and sighed in satisfaction.
“Thank you, Jaik,” I whispered.
His gaze smoldered at me, and I knew he liked hearing me thank him, liked being the one to take control. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips against my throat, my shoulders, my back.
Tal still gripped my wrists, pulling me against him so that the hard pebbles of my nipples pressed against his chest in a way that sent white-hot lust shooting through me. As Jaik kissed me, his hand slid firmly over my spine, then over the curve of my ass, until his thumb brushed my rosebud. I jerked at the sensation of his fingers pressing against me at first, then the feeling of him teasing me there as Tal filled me was nothing but pleasure, the base of his cock massaging my clit as I swayed subtly back and forth in time with their movements.
“Please,” I whispered, not even sure what it was I wanted. I felt so good and at the same time, I wanted more.
Talisyn released me so I could straighten, and I began to ride his cock, rising up and down. Jaik gripped my hips, moving me in his time, his cock brushing against the curve of my ass. I wanted him inside me too and I reached back for him, only to have him slap my hand away.
“You’re not ready for that,” Jaik said firmly. “We’ll work up to it.”
“I don’t care.”
“Well, I care if you get hurt, even if you’re hopelessly reckless,” Jaik said, nipping my shoulder, then kissing the hurt away. But he succumbed enough to press his fingers against my rosebud again, just the pressure there making my back arch and pushing my clit more firmly against Talisyn’s rock-hard abs.
Talisyn was watching me with half-hooded eyes, his lips quirked at the sight of me moving on top of him.
I was moaning both their names when I shattered. Talisyn followed me over the edge. Jaik pushed my hips down on him and I ground against him as Tal’s cock twitched inside me, the three of us riding into sheer delight.
Then the three of us tumbled to the floor together, hot cum spilling down my thigh as I left Talisyn’s cock behind. Jaik drew me against his body, cuddling me against the hard length of his abs and cock, one arm tight against my waist. My head found his shoulder for the perfect pillow. Talisyn faced me, close enough that we were almost nose-to-nose, his gaze warm and content.
“You know,” I said softly, “even though the world is an absolute wreck, I feel the happiest I’ve been in a long time, right now.”
Jaik raised his head to press a kiss to my cheek, which felt surprisingly tender after everything we’d just done. I’d never known he could be such a cuddler.
“Me too,” he said softly.
Now I thought maybe I understood what Jaik had been looking for when he studied my face, before he invited Talisyn in.
I hoped he was beginning to believe in my love the same way I was beginning to believe in his.
Chapter
Eight
Branok
I’d said that I was going to go see Alina, but when it came down to it I couldn’t stand to see her the way she still was. She wasn’t the same sweet little sister that I’d grown up with anymore. She was too lost in her love for Lucien Finn and her hatred for everyone who tried to keep her away from him.
I hated that when I saw the way she looked at me now, I couldn’t help but remember the way she looked at me when she was little.
“I need to visit some of our friends,” I told Lynx.
“I’m not sure you should call them friends,” he said. “Given that most of them would like to run away when they see you coming.”
“Friends, informants, terrified victims of their own poor choices? It’s all the same to me, really.” I shrugged.
Lynx hesitated. “I really did want to see Alina.”
“I’m not trying to keep you away from her. I just have other urgent business. We can have a little family reunion another day.”
Lynx looked at me as if he could see right through me. “You are so brave when it comes to everything but your feelings, Branok.”
I rolled my eyes. “Love you too, Brother.”
“Love you. And I’ll give your love to Alina.”
She wouldn’t see any love when I wasn’t there. I just couldn’t stand to see her caught up in Lucien’s enchantment, unable to break it. I’d never expected my little sister would be so weak. I’d never expected that I’d be so weak I couldn’t help her.
I went with Lynx as far as circling the lake. The two of us trod silently through the crisp white snow, which was unbroken. Everyone in that house was confined by my father’s magic. Only dragons could circumvent the magical barriers and reach the rooftop. There was no using the doors, and even the windows were blocked with magic. When my father was enchanting the place, he’d even worried about the possibility that Alina would throw herself from a window in her despair.
I’d suggested that maybe what we were doing wasn’t the best idea, given fears that my sister would un-alive herself in response. My father had, as usual, not taken my advice.
I wasn’t sure what else to do with her anyway. Lucien’s pieces were back on the board, and I knew my sister would run to him, knocking over anything in her way, destroying any play made to keep her safe.
Everyone else was beginning to soften on Lucien Finn. Even I had found it harder to hate him as he cheerfully peeled himself off the ground one beating after another.
But when Alina was so nearby, that softness made me feel as if I’d betrayed her. For me to ever have a chance of forgiving Lucien Finn, as bizarre as that thought was, I needed to see Alina be herself again. Lucien Finn had stolen so much from her when he captured her in his enchantment.