CARLYLE

I wasn’t exactly sure what Sol was up to, but I was so dizzy with desire that I didn’t even care. This time, he was the one breaking my control, torturing me with unending foreplay.

Leaving me naked and spread wide in the center of the bed, he hauled the stiff wooden desk chair away from the desk and into the middle of the room. I sat up to watch as he settled himself down on its edge. His cock was heavy and tall before him, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. I decided I wanted a taste of that velvet, and then I wanted him to bend me over the bed and get rough.

I crawled off the bed and headed straight for him, but he shook his head and grasped my waist, holding me at arm’s length. Sol turned my body around and pulled me onto his lap, his erection hot and hard behind my back. My thighs draped across his, and then he scissored his legs open, drawing my legs wide.

My eyes flew open, and I realized I was bare and prone, facing the doorway of the bedroom.

Fuck. How had I not noticed the door was partly open?

“Let me-” I began, reaching toward the door to close it, but he held me tighter around the waist and clamped his other hand on my pussy, fingers teasing my slit. I forgot about everything else but chasing the release he’d been denying me.

No one would bother us, anyway, right? You probably couldn’t even see us from the hall, at this angle.

Sol pulled me even tighter against his chest, his clever fingers revving me higher with playful flicks against my clit and torturous circles around my opening. I forgot all about the door.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, finally reduced to begging. “Please?” The whisper pulled a low growly rumble from his chest, and he reached between us. He adjusted his hips, and I felt his cock slide forward between my legs.

I slid my hand down and stroked its length, then nudged his thick tip toward my opening. His legs pulled mine even wider just before a measured thrust took him deep inside of me. I groaned at the delicious angle.

“God, I love it when you fill me up,” I murmured, my hips beginning slow circles against him. He thrust up again, pushing himself deeper into me, then drawing out. The pace was still leisurely, like we had all the time in the world.

Growing liquid in his arms, I resigned myself to the idea that this wasn’t going to be a quick, rough fuck from behind.

“So beautiful,” Sol whispered, trailing his mouth along my neck, tasting me. He pushed my hair to one side, and it draped over my other shoulder and across my chest, tickling my hard nipples. I leaned my head back against his shoulder as he fucked me slow enough to feel like foreplay all over again.

I grinned to myself and let my eyes slide closed, focusing on the delicious friction and his lazy-Sunday scent. My lion was always after his sugar first, and I couldn’t really blame him.

He made it feel like we had all the time in the world to make love, and what girl could complain about that?

My toes barely touched the floor as my legs dangled over his. His wide palms grasped my hips, helping me raise and lower as he thrust from beneath, all while his tongue and teeth traveled up and down my neck. A roll of pleasure pushed through me, and I reached down to feel our joining.

“Be patient, shortcake,” he murmured against my neck, nudging my hands away from my core as his fingers slid up my belly and cupped my breasts. His thumbs flicked over my nipples, and I sighed in an easy sort of bliss. I could let him handle this - I could. My lion would never leave me unsatisfied.

In and out, the pressure built in the tiniest, most excruciating hitches of breath and jerks of pleasure as his cock brushed against my hidden spots.

“Like what you see?” Sol said suddenly, his voice laced with challenge.

“What?” My eyes flew open in confusion.

As soon as I saw who Sol was talking to, my body tensed and my cheeks heated.

Killian stood in the open doorway, completely still, his molten gold eyes fixed directly on us. His fists clenched at his sides, and his cheeks were red over his tight, twisted frown.

“She needs you. Your Second Sight,” Sol said, keeping his voice low. I twisted my head to look up at him - this sounded like something he’d said before.

Without warning, he thrust hard and deep into me, and a muffled cry escaped my lips. I wanted to cover myself - to struggle away and hide from Killian’s judgmental stare. Sol’s arm was an unyielding band of muscle around my waist, though, his other hand firmly on my breast as it kneaded and tugged at my nipple.

“Patience,” he whispered again in my ear, the word barely a breath. What in holy hell was he up to? His cock really felt too fucking good as he slid in and out of me, over and over. As uncomfortable as Killian was making this, I didn’t want Sol to stop.

I needed a fucking release more than air at this point.

Besides, Sol and I had every right to enjoy each other. Anger flared in my chest, and I relaxed against Sol’s grip, letting him have his way.

“Get it,” I said to Sol, leaning my head back against his shoulder again. He chuckled into my hair at our private joke.

“Oh, he will,” he murmured, and my nerves thrummed in anticipation of whatever game he was playing. “Kills,” Sol said again, a slight edge to his voice. The redhead made a sort of strangled growl, but he took a step into the room. My thighs began to shake as my anticipation ratcheted up.

“You’re too weak without my magic,” Killian warned me, his tone sharp as a knife in my side. He took another step, his face twisting in anger.

I was about to tell him to get the fuck out, but Sol bent his lips to my neck and began to suck at my pulse point, his fingers rolling both my nipples as he continued to fuck me just slow enough that I started to have some real fear I would never quite make it to orgasm.

I didn’t know what would be worse - laying down my pride and begging again or existing forever on this precipice of pleasure.

Sol’s lips nibbled up to the shell of my ear. “Tell him you want to be sucked,” he whispered, and my body jerked against his.

So this was the fuck and suck. Holy hell.

I hated that my nerves were instantly buzzing with the mere suggestion. I hated that I really was too weak. Weak without magic, and weak with lust for the furious redhead fae now stalking my direction.

Ah, fuck. He was close enough that I could feel his heat now. I watched him warily.

For a second, I thought Killian might just throw a punch at his friend, but Sol never stopped his movements inside me. He even widened his legs a bit more, spreading me impossibly wide.

My whole pussy was on display, filled with Sol’s thick cock, and suddenly Killian couldn’t stop staring.

Something snapped in my control as his eyes feasted on my bare skin, and I moaned, my voice gravelly with need. I needed him to do more than watch. “Killian,” I said, his name like a warning on my lips. “I need your fucking magic.”

“No,” he ground out, but his hooded eyes gave him away. He was losing.

“I want your fucking magic,” I said, adjusting a word to see what he really wanted.

“You want?” he sneered. “You want for nothin’, Qilin.”

I shook my head. “I want for you, fae,” I finally whispered, the secret slipping past my lips without my permission.

His greedy eyes watched Sol’s cock glide in and out of my pussy, his hands trembling as he stood before us like a supplicant before a throne.

“Suck me,” I pleaded finally. “Make me cum, because he won’t.”

Sol grinned against my neck as Killian’s knees gave out, dropping him to the floor between Sol’s legs. The redhead muttered curse after filthy curse as he edged closer to our naked, sweat-slicked bodies.

“You like to watch me fuck her, don’t you?” Sol asked, his voice rough. “You want to suck her clit and lick my cock, don’t you?”

My eyes bugged as I realized Sol liked Killian to watch as much as he claimed Killian enjoyed watching. Heat flooded my core as I imagined the two of them working me together, sending my body high as a goddamn kite.

“Suck me, Killian,” I said, pushing a note of command into my voice. I wanted this, and I’d decided I liked the idea that Qilin get what Qilin want. “Lick his thick cock, and lick my pussy, and suck my clit. Make me cum.”

With a strangled growl, he gave in and dove at me, his tongue drawing a long line of slick pleasure from the base of Sol’s cock at my entrance, up my folds, circling my clit, only to lick back down and repeat the cycle again and again. I writhed between the two of them, my skin humming with pleasure and my head spinning with what we were doing.

Sol groaned behind me, his deep voice rumbling against my back, and I trembled as orgasm barreled toward me. Killian clamped his hands onto my trembling thighs and sucked my clit so hard I stopped breathing. He grazed his teeth against us both, causing Sol to shout and jerk as he came inside me.

Killian returned to my hypersensitive clit, his tongue like magic, and I screamed out his name as I came with a violent wrench of pleasure. My fingers clutched his hair, pressing his face against my pussy and trapping Sol’s cock inside.

Panting, we all came down together, and as Killian sat back on his heels, I couldn’t help but notice a dark wet stain on his sweatpants. I grinned.

“That was sexy as fuck,” I said, pushing my hair away from my sweaty neck.

“Yeh, well, ya needed my magic,” Killian said with a shrug, his cocky control already sliding back in place. Sol snickered and eased out of me. My legs closed with a twinge of overstretched muscle, and I turned back to Sol.

I made sure my ass was pointed straight to Killian before I bent over farther than necessary to plant a big, sloppy kiss on Sol’s mouth.

“Fuckin’ hell, Savage,” Killian grumbled, then I heard his heavy steps leave the room. He slammed the door behind him so hard the windows rattled.

I giggled against Sol’s lips, and he pulled me close in a hug, burying his face in my neck.

“Did you like your sugar?” he asked, his voice soft and suddenly vulnerable.

“Best sugar ever,” I said, leaning back to catch his eyes so he’d know I was serious. “Why does he fight it so much, though?”

Sol sighed, his hands rubbing up and down my back. “He needs to tell you that. But I know what he needs, and I’m not afraid to push him into it. I just hope I didn’t cross a line with you.”

I sat sideways across his legs and leaned in for another kiss, letting my body tell him better than any words could. I didn’t understand why Killian was so conflicted, but I was going to find out.

Now that I’d had a taste of what the redhead had to offer, I wasn’t about to let him off the hook.