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Chapter 33

WHEN MY EYES STOPPED ROLLING BACK INTO MY HEAD SO THAT I could see again, Nicca was grinning up at ood one"

I still couldn&039;t talk, so I nodded

"You&039;re good," Galen said

"I have never talked to Biddy about sex You run into a feomen, now and then, on&039;t let you do this"

My voice didn&039;t sound like mine when I said, "They&039;re mad"

"Perhaps, but just in case it&039;s the last, I wanted it to be good"

I had a little trouble focusing, but finally rets"

He came to his knees, and then cli ainst where his mouth had just been made me writhe underneath hi his upper body on his arainst entle a lover, the look in his eyes was the look of every e, that fierce joy, that they have given you pleasure, and now they get to take their own I do not knohy allto come out, but I have seen it too often not to know that it is there

"Kiss me, take the sweet taste of you from my mouth" He lowered his face to me, and I raised up to meet hi clean and fresh, like the first breath ofafter a rain, when the world is wet and pure

He kissed ues, our hands, our arms, found each other He kissed me until I had licked him clean of that taste, and left the wetness of my mouth behind He drew back breathless, and said, "Perfect"

I understood what he meant, not that I was perfect, but that the kiss had been exactly what he&039;d wanted in that moment

He raised hiht and hard against the front of his own body "I am ready"

"I can see that," I said, and my voice was breathy

Nicca looked at the other entlemen" There was a note of command in his voice that I&039;d seldom heard, even in the midst of sex I realized that this was the first tiht into his power Not his wings, but his power We weren&039;t certain what s that had nothing to do withcomfortable in his own skin

Kitto hesitated at my head as if he wasn&039;t sure what to do next

"Raise up, Merry," Galen said, "let him knohere he&039;s supposed to be" His voice and face were gentle when he said it, as if he&039;d picked up on Kitto&039;s nervousness Galen and I had kept our nights in Los Angeles to ourselves, so I&039;d really never seen hi with any of the other men You can learn a lot about a man in the bedroom when it&039;s not just two, but more So about a man, too

I raised up on my elbows "Come, Kitto, let me rest my head in your lap"

He moved behind me, still uncertain, as if he expected one of the other s folded tailor fashion I did not lay my head in his lap immediately, but bowed roin I trailed my hair back and forth until he made noises for s, and found his sex pressed against the top of her than ainst hioing to work as a prop for Galen

"Um," Galen said

Nicca said, "What if Kitto al on his sto, especially to find a cos to be underneath ested that Kitto turn over on his stomach, which probably would have been easier, but I vetoed it I wanted the press of hiainst my head I wanted not just Kitto&039;s body, but a very specific part, to be ive Kitto at least that iven up his place for intercourse, and for oral sex He deserved at least to be touched

So I lay back against the line of Kitto&039;s body, and my head was cradled on a pillow that was so warainst that firm pillow, and Kitto cried out

"A little less body language, Merry, or he&039;ll go before anyone else," Galen said, but he s his head

I stopped rubbing, and just lay there with ainst Kitto "What?" I asked

"Just watching how happy that made you"

"Do you have a problerinned suddenly, "and I can prove it" He crawled to us, and arched his body above my face, knees on one side, hands on the other I wrapped ht his breath out in a shuddering laugh "Stop that"

"Why?" I asked, and puttheth of him I&039;d touched Galen hundreds of ti allowed to touch hi before it had occurred to uards They had been untouchable, and almost invisible to me, as I&039;d been to them But Galen, he had always been real to me

He looked at Nicca and said, in a voice that couldn&039;t quite control itself, "I&039;d hurry if I were you, Nicca She is so not going to behave herself"

Nicca gave that uniquelyuntil she does, I&039;ll warn you of that now"

I ran ainst Kitto at the same ti cry "We&039;ll do our best," Galen said He gazed down at , eyes a little wide "Is this a test of how much control we have?"

"No," I said

"You&039;re , aren&039;t you?"

I thought about that for a second or two, then frowned "Maybe, I guess, yes I&039;m sorry I want this to be about joy, not pettiness" My hands started to fall away froht my wrist with one hand

"Do your best, or your worst, and so e I&039;m sorry I denied you any part of ain"

"Good," I said, and I pulled hiht me He just readjusted his hands and knees, and finally his hips until I could guide him between my lips He was so full, so thick, that I had to open my mouth wider than was comfortable to let him push his way deeper inside He pushed until he found the back of my throat I forced myself to relax as he eased himself past that point of comfort I loved the feel of a man so deep, but it was an acquired talent I was blessed with no gag reflex, but there were other proble an angle so they could fuck you but not hurt your throat Badly done deep-throating gave an entirely newa little sore throat I ently on Kitto&039;s body, as I worked with Galen to find that special position I knew froh I would have less trouble, that nothing would hurt while I was doing it, so I worked to s didn&039;t hurt later either Galen was abovetodown on a man from other positions, because they had more control than you did And they could not feel your body, as you felt it They could not knohen you could draw breath, or s, or when you needed to do either I was trusting Galen to be gentle I was depending on it

He began to use his hips more, so that at the end of the thrust he was down her in my mouth, and sed about every other stroke I moved my hands up his body until I found his testicles, so I could play with them as he went in and out

"I take that as a yes," he said, in a voice that still sounded like his own

I gave a small nod with him still in my mouth I didn&039;t want to move too ht angle to let hith than most men that I&039;d let into this position Kitto would have been more co to say no I trusted hiet carried away and hurt uards, except, perhaps, Nicca

But Nicca had other duties tonight His hands touched hs, and that one small touch drew a s, because he began to use his whole body, thrusting hiainst hs, not to caress, but to hold on

My head ainst Kitto He was like ainst the side ofHe slid himself in slowly, one inch at a time His voice came hoarse "So wet"

Galen hesitated with his body plunged deep inside my throat "Nicca, hurry, Goddess, hurry" He drew hi breath at the farthest edge of his stroke

Nicca plunged hi the wetness that he&039;d made

"Consort, but I love it when she feels like this," he said

"Like what?" Galen asked

"Tight and wet"

"Oh, God, yes," Galen said "Yes" His body took on a ent rhythm, and I had to simply open mytrouble finding enough time between thrusts to both s and breathe Even without a gag reflex I was fast approaching a point where I would have to h for me to catch up

Nicca had found a rhythm that was faster, harder than any I&039;d had fros were spread wider His hands were on le I would have told hile would be shallow, but once he slid himself inside me, I didn&039;t want to move It was exquisite He slid only the front part of himself inside me, but every shallow stroke took hi about his position, or mine, was perfect

I closed h for me to s and breathe, then I opened my mouth for hi to be soon

Kitto began toand falling underneath me

I had never had so many men&039;s attention at one time I had had three men in the bedroom, but never this intimately, never actual sex frolow first, but it was not the sun inside his skin this time, it was a candle that painted his skin the color of rich, dark aold, like the inner spark of some jewel I could not see Kitto, but I felt hiainstwinter&039;s night What I could see of his body glea white

When the light calow, like a lamp left on in a dark house so you can find your way

I kept expecting Nicca&039;s rhythentle, so that he never varied He knew he&039;d found the spot he wanted, anted, and he sihting to keep fro too fast, too hard, for my mouth, ht treht what he wanted to do He wanted to fuckfor it, and he knew that But the feel of his to e, and that only his discipline, his will, kept hi else What Nicca was doing felt better because of what he was touching It was that that was filling ht It was that moveht for control hat made me writhe What relaxed my mouth and throat, what helped , so that I could give him more room to push inside me He had to feel the muscles of my throat relax, and it drew a sound froh hiht his body, fought hirabbedthere But the rest of ainst Kitto, where he lay quiveringly hard in e of hi the outer curve ofthat hollohere the neck meets the ear, that warm place where a breath canall of his sex over and over it The silk of his balls brushed againstthat certain place just behind the ear, and up into my hair To feel so much more of an intiht ainst Nicca He had made it clear that if Iso much

Somewhere in all that, I realized the rooes of the dark My skin was a pale white luuide you hos built to heaviness, and I knew that ere only a few more caresses away If I&039;d been able to talk, I would have told them, but since I had no words, I used what I did have I ry noises around Galen&039;s body, as that tight, heavy weight between rew Galen thrust harder intoaround hied self-control I was about to reach up, to use hands to slow him, when Nicca&039;s body drove that one last time, and the last drop hit that heavy, warm pool deep inside me It spilled h my body, and I screamed around Galen as he thrust as hard into s Kitto cried out underneath ainst me Nicca drove himself one last time inside me, as Galen spilled hiainst my skin, and decorated my hair with his seed

Our bodies seelows all went dark, so that for an instant the room was in utter darkness Then it was as if the entire world let out a collective breath that arm and heavy and full of pleasure That breath spread outward frolowed as if our skin could not hold such light, such warht burst out from us so that our eyes were dazzled and blinded by it A treht, a thunderous sound that shook the floor beneathmy bones like the very walls of the sithen had convulsed with us

We were left in the dark, collapsed upon one another Galen dragged hih, and turn my head to the side "Did I hurt you?"

I had to clear my throat sharply to say, "Yes, but I liked it" My voice sounded rough, not like me at all It hurt to s, and o out?" Kitto asked

"Why does the air taste like broken stone?" Nicca asked

The first light into that darkness was a wavering, sickly greenish yellow fla dark in the other Frost was at his side like the reverse of body and shadow He threw a glittering ball of light into the roouns in his hands, searching the rooets

"Where are they?" he asked

"Who?" I asked

"Your attackers," Frost said

All of us on the floor exchanged glances, as best we could "We were not attacked," Nicca said

"Then what did that?" Frost pointed with one gun, and the glittering silver and white light ht hovered over the far wall of the bathroom, and hy he had asked who attacked us The far as nohole

Other guards, including Biddy, were at their backs, all eapons drawn "Is the princess hurt?" someone asked

"No," I said, but h, so I wasn&039;t sure they heard me I had to try twice before I could make myself clearly heard "I am fine"

Doyle sent Hawthorne and Adair to approach the far wall cautiously, their own balls of colored light acting like pet lanterns hovering just above their shoulders One of thearden with a dry pool in the ground"

"What surrounds the garden?" Doyle asked from where he stood near us

"Stone," Adair answered "It is a cave of stone"

Doyle and Frost were staring down at us Frost&039;s face was pale under the arrogant lanced past the twisted and broken in its fraht you&039;d been attacked," Doyle said, and his voice held that edge of relieved fear that Frost&039;s face could not quite hide

"We&039;re safe," I said

"Why does your voice sound so rough?" Frost asked

Galen raised his hand "My fault"

Doyle shook his head, and put up his gun He still held the sickly flame in the other hand, as if his hand was the wick for the candle It was the only light I&039;d ever seen him call in the dark

"Well, at least this answers one question," he said "Sex inside faerie is different"

"The ring has chosen no one for ave a quick sood to know"