Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Galantia Present Day, Deepmarsh Castle, a meadow
he more distance I gained to the fading music, the thicker the air grew with crisp moisture, wood rot, and stagnant water. My surroundings darkened into nothing but shadowy outlines ofT grass bushels, naked shrubs, and the occasional stunted tree, my only guidance the glistening puddles that webbed across the area beneath the moonlight. Gods, why was my chest aching so?
Behind me, wingbeats flapped, passing me in a whirl before murky blackness expanded like ink drops in front of my eyes. Unable to stop in time, I stumbled into the earthy scent of black soil and pine needles, only to crash against a chest.
“A deathweaver and a vision potentially want you dead, and you thought it’s a good idea to take a moonlight stroll through the wetlands?” The shine of stars sparkled in Sebian’s eyes as he looked over my shoulder and threw his hands up. “What did you do now that has her storming away like this?”
Malyr’s chuckle scraped along the side of my neck, making it clear he’d followed right behind.
“My word in the goddess’ ears, I was on my best behavior.”
Oh, that bastard… I spun around to face him.
“Your best behavior is half the blasted issue!” Because I didn’t know what to make of it. It was confusing, uncharted land. Terrifying! “I’d take your usual insufferable self over it any day.”
“Ah, why not just say so?” His hand collared my throat with lightning speed, fingers flexing along my tendon, not truly choking me but letting me know he could. That he wanted to. “There I was, courting you, speaking promises in our old tongue, not knowing if I am about to avenge my family or betray the last of them, only for you to abandon me at our kjaer. In front of the entire assembled damn court, I might add!” He’d shouted that. “Including whoever dared to court… what… is… mine.”
That, he’d growled.
“What Malyr is trying to say, sweetheart, is that you weren’t being a good girl for us just now.”
Warmth blanketed my back as Sebian stepped closer, sending a shudder along my limbs. “And what do bad girls get?”
“Punished,” Malyr rasped by my ear before he bit my jaw, pinching skin and bone between his teeth until it stung. “Hold her still.”
When Sebian hooked his arms around mine, pinning my back against his chest, my heart stumbled into racing. “Don’t you dare!”
Malyr ignored my writhing and chuckled at each kick I managed to land at his sides, letting himself sink to his knees before me. Determined hands gathered up my skirts until the ruffles bunched around my hips. The chill of winter bit at my thighs, quickly replaced by wet warmth as Malyr slanted his mouth over my cunt.
“Stop,” I shouted—no, moaned—my knees going wobbly at the hot twirl of a tongue around my
clit. “You can’t do this. I’m… I’m…”
Angry!
How dare he make me question, make me doubt, make me… feel? Feel how his tongue dipped into the valley between my lower lips, only to lap upward over my clit with broad strokes, forcing a gasp from my heaving chest.
“I’ve seen him do many things to many women, but never that.” Sebian glided his hand upward, moulding it around my breast, where he kneaded the heavy flesh before he hooked his thumb into the low neckline. He tugged the shadowcloth down, first letting one, then the other breast spill into the cool night. “How about you be a good girl now and come against his mouth, hmm? Let him have a taste of your delicious honey?”
“Pinch her nipple. Hard,” Malyr rasped between little flicks of his tongue that drummed my clit into a throbbing, swollen pebble. “Don’t let go until she fucking comes.”
Two fingers clasped my nipple, sending a hot sting flaring across the flesh of my breast. They tugged, twisted, and rolled, unleashing delirium on my senses. The delicious torture doubled when his other hand gripped my second nipple.
“Is that what gets you off? Pain?” Sebian pinched harder. The ache grew, making me writhe and pant. “You want it to go away, hmm? All you gotta do is come for us, sweetheart.”
The lack of oxygen dizzied my mind and mellowed the pain into pure, overwhelming pleasure, amplified by the way Malyr gripped my thighs. He pushed his face deeper until my feet stepped wider apart, suckling my labia into his mouth, wreaking havoc on my senses. Heat first simmered, then swelled, until it finally burst, sending a wave of bliss rippling across my entire body.
“Fuck…” Sebian pressed his erection against my ass in a suggestive roll of his hips. “Did you hear that, Malyr? How nicely she came for us?”
My head still spun when Malyr suddenly rose. He gripped my hair, ripped me away from Sebian, spun me around, then pressed down on my head, forcing me to my knees.
“Get down!” Malyr barked as his hand slipped to my neck, pushing my torso forward until my cheek settled on the dry, rough grass. “Stay like this. Don’t move.”
Behind me, leather snapped to the distinct clank of a belt buckle opening. He was going to rut me like an animal, and that realization made my heart sink. Why? Wasn’t that what I’d wanted?
Yes, but that was before… Before I’d allowed him to twist my head with his touch, his lips, that damned dance. And how stupid was that? I needed his child. But at the very least, I needed a reminder of his hate, his disdain, his loathing.
“Show me your worst, Malyr,” I snapped. “Make it hurt.”
His palm collided with my wet cunt, letting a slap echo into the night, right along with my yelp. “I just might.”
“The fuck you will.” Sebian’s lips brushed over my temple, making me aware of how he’d knelt beside me, one hand stroking my cheek, the other gliding along my waist. “I won’t let him hurt you, sweetheart. At least not too much.” His shoulder shifted as he reached around me, fingers swirling through the mess between my legs. Then Sebian brought it to his mouth, grinning at the generous glisten that clung to his knuckles. “Better have a taste of you before he adds his own to it.”
Malyr’s fingers dug into my hips, tugging, lifting my ass higher. His blunt crown probed my entrance, teasing it, lubricating itself on my wet lust. Until it pushed forward, straining— “She’s fertile,” Sebian said, making me lift my head to look at him as he ran his tongue up along his finger. “So fucking ripe, it has my mouth watering at her sweetness.”
What.
Malyr’s hips locked in place at the sound of his frustrated groan. “Tell me you’re jesting.”
“We have to be careful.” Sebian stroked his fingertip over my lips, painting them with my arousal.
“Or there’ll be a little prince or princess in the cradle ten months from now, and we can both scratch our heads while we try to puzzle out whose child it is.”
He. Could. Taste. It.
My pulse stalled in shock, only to return faster in pure excitement. Thank their goddess for handsome and charming pathfinders. This was my chance!
I glanced back at Malyr, who was barring his teeth as if biting back a hundred curses. His chest heaved faster the tighter he curled his stiff fingers into the flesh of my hips, as if he couldn’t decide if he should pull me onto his cock or shove me into the grass.
Before he would decide on the latter, I pushed myself back. I gyrated my hips, ignoring the stretching demand of his crown, focusing instead on the way Malyr groaned once more, on how his
hips jerked in little pulsations.
That was promising.
Sebian chuckled. “She’s eager tonight.”
“Not so much eager as she is cunning.” Slap. Red, hot heat rippled across my rear at Malyr’s swat, all pressure disappearing around my entrance. “My future wife doesn’t trust me, you see. She thinks I will break our betrothal the moment she gives us Marla. What better way to secure her success than have my heir in her belly?”
Heat itched along my earlobes. Oh, for fuck’s sake, could I ever be a step ahead of him?
“Is that true, sweetheart? You want a baby?” Sebian crooned, thumbing my cheek with one hand while he palmed his crotch with the other. “You want Malyr to load you up with his cum? Put his
child in your belly, hmm?”
The only sound I managed to produce was a huff.
“What did I tell you the day you woke, hmm?” Malyr’s weight pressed down on my back as he hunched over me, fisting my hair and pulling my head back until his breath brushed along my ear. “I may just spill my seed where it cannot grow, and take you…” A finger swiped up along my drenched cunt, slathering the wetness across my puckered hole, circling, drumming, dipping in. “Right here.”
I sucked in a gasp and clenched my ass. “No, please.”
“Shh,” Sebian hushed, cupping my chin and turning my head until my gaze met his. “Relax. The more you fight it, the more it’ll hurt.”
“Fight it, little dove.” Malyr pressed his crown against my darkest hole, his whisper hot against the side of my head. “Isn’t that what you asked for? For me to hurt you? To show you my worst?” He pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock past the searing, stinging muscle and into me to the sound of his drawn-out groan. “Little white dove, you wouldn’t survive my worst.”
I sucked in little gulps of air, panting through the aching pressure as he pushed deeper. “Try me!”
He stroked two fingers into my mouth and hooked them behind my bottom molars, pulling my head back by it just as he gave another sharp thrust that made me yelp. “There we go. Sing for me, pretty bird.”
“You two are unbelievable…” Sebian pressed his forehead against mine and stroked his fingertips into my hair. “Sweetheart, listen to me, because his fucking eyes just turned pitch-black.
Are you listening, hm?”
My lips quivered over another gasp. “Yes.”
“This is what you’re going to do.” Another gentle caress of his fingers before he whispered, “You’re going to shut that fucking provocative mouth of yours and take Malyr’s cock up your ass like a good girl, or I swear I’m going to stuff it with my cock.”
My hackles rose.
I hissed at him around Malyr’s fingers. Which immediately earned me a little slap from them before they slipped from my cheek to my throat, letting ice-cold, shadowy tendrils whip at my jaw, my chin, bottom lip.
Sebian smirked. “Begging for attention again, are we?”
When he opened his breeches, took his cock out, and knelt before me, Malyr yanked on my throat until my outstretched arms braced the ground. “Show Sebian what I taught you.”
The moment my lips parted to spew an insult, Malyr slapped my ass, which dislodged another yelp from my lungs. But it never made it past my throat.
Because Sebian parted my lips with his cock, thrusting into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. “Swallow.”
I gagged, trying to rear back, but his hand tightened in my hair allowed no retreat. In reflex, my throat tightened around his cockhead, and I swallowed.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweet thing, now you’re being so good for us,” Sebian crooned and retreated, only for his hand to guide my head into a bobbing motion. Malyr’s hips adopted the rhythm, thrusting each time my lips ran down Sebian’s thick length. “And what do good girls get?”
At Malyr’s next thrust, he seated himself fully inside me, letting his moan waver into a breathed, “My shadows.”
Ringlets of cold slithered down my ass, bringing such wonderful relief to my heated skin. They stretched between my legs, swirling around my cunt, diving between my labia, only to send the thinnest fingerlings to stroke my clit.
I moaned at the stretching demand of Malyr’s girth and those waves of tingles that swarmed around my sensitive little organ. They spread to my lower belly from there, only to ripple across my body in a lovely shudder—one that eased the tension from my muscles.
The sting of Malyr’s thrusts faded into nothing but intense heat and unexpected pleasure. Arousal surged, and I sucked Sebian’s cock hard, harder, humming in delight at the way Malyr filled me and how his shadows caressed where I was aching for release.
“Twirl your tongue around his crown,” Malyr rasped, fucking into me with more vigor. “Make him spill in your mouth, but don’t you dare swallow it, little dove.”
I fed myself more of Sebian’s cock, taking him all the way to my throat before I pulled back to run my tongue around the wide flare of his crown. When the first pearl of his seed salted my tongue, I tightened my lips, running them up along his shaft to draw out more of it.
“She sure wants our cum tonight,” Sebian groaned, those fingers he kept in my hair shaky, his legs quivering in the darkness. He threw his head back, letting his other hand slip beneath his shirt to caress the shifting muscles on his stomach, his chest, his nipples. “Fuck, sweetheart, I’m not going to last. Do you want it, hmm? Do you want my cum?”
“Yes, she does,” Malyr growled behind me, thrusting into me more urgently, sending hot, taunting spasms through me. “She’s being such a nice slut for our cum tonight.” When something between a groan and a whimper spilled from Sebian’s mouth, Malyr lost his rhythm, his thrusts frantic, desperate. “Do. Not. Swallow.”
Warm, salty ropes splashed against my gums, my tongue, the back of my throat just as Malyr pulled out of me. He grunted behind me, a deeply masculine, guttural sound. Wet warmth hit my buttocks, my tailbone, my darkest hole, running thick and heavy down along my cunt.
Malyr grabbed my hair and, with one tug, pulled me back against his chest, making me splutter before I sealed Sebian’s seed behind my clenched lips. “Give it to him.”
Before I managed to look over my shoulder back at where Malyr knelt behind me, his knees framing my thighs, Sebian leaned forward and gave a tap at his bottom lip. “Let it drip from your mouth into mine, sweetheart. Come on.”
Overwhelmed and confused, I stared at Sebian’s plump, kissable lips for I didn’t know how long.
Until I lowered mine into the frame of his, pouting them, letting his seed dribble out of my mouth and into his.
My lips hadn’t left Sebian’s yet when Malyr reached around my belly and yanked me back to sit in the frame of his thighs. “Put it where she wanted it.”
With a sealed smirk, Sebian leaned over, maneuvering himself onto all fours. A warm drop landed in my curls between my legs, then another. Like that, he let his seed dribble down along my cunt.
“Can you feel what a mess we’ve made between your legs? How fucking drenched your cunt is with our cum?” Malyr whispered by my ear, nipping a path down along my jawline as he slid his hand between my legs. Fingers swiped over the seed he’d left there, bringing it up toward my clit.
There it mixed with Sebian’s as his fingers rubbed and circled, working the throbbing pebble into sheer, agonizing need. “Come for us, Galantia.”
Breathing turned to panting and my muscles contracted until a wave of trembling pressure ripped me asunder, making me cry out in bliss and defeat alike.
“Yeh ash valtem lailla ok darrida,” Malyr whispered. “I will forever protect our young. And I would never, ever let my unborn child get anywhere near your father.”
