Ravage, Lacey Andersen [golden son ebook .txt] 📗

When Esmeray breaks our kiss and leans away from me, we’re both panting.

I don’t know what that kiss meant, but I swear I will remember it the rest of my life.

She glances at Lucian and Bron, then back at me. “So, how does this work? I’ve never had a foursome before.”

16

Esmeray

They’d stayed away from me because their feelings had changed for me? They wanted me as more than just a friend? After stroking their cocks in my room, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that they found me attractive. But it was a surprise that when they left, and stopped visiting, it wasn’t because of something I did or said.

For years I would replay that last visit in my mind. I was seventeen and so eager for them to return and fill my life with laughter and fun, but their entire demeanor had changed the second they came. I’d gone over everything in my mind over and over again and tried to figure out what I did wrong. What I did that pushed them away.

And now I knew. And it was nothing the loner dark fae had done.

Now all I wanted was to touch them. It might not mean anything tomorrow. It might just be a good lay, but at least tonight we’d have each other. At least for a little while I wouldn’t feel this soul-crushing loneliness anymore.

“Esmeray,” Lucian says, clearing his throat. “I’m not sure this is what you want.”

“Why don’t you let me tell you what I want?” I know how I sound, and I don’t care. Because light fae are always so strange about sex. They don’t understand that sometimes a good fuck is just a good fuck. And from Bron’s hard dick pressing against my ass, and the way Dwade kissed me, I know they want this, if they just let themselves.

“Maybe a good night’s sleep and a--”

“Fuck me,” I interrupt. “And I’ll show you how I like it.”

When no one responds, I get frustrated. I stand and slowly start to undress. None of them stop me. Jaws drop. Eyes widen. But no one tells me to stop. Which I take as a good sign.

When I’m naked, I cock a brow, then pick one of their bedrolls and lie down. I’m surprised when Lucian stands and takes off his shirt, before coming to stand over me, looking uncertain. And aroused as hell when he stares down at my body.

I spread my legs. “Come and taste me.”

Fuck, I’ve never seen him move so fast. He crumbles to his knees, and his eyes are wild as they stare down at me. “You just want me to--”

“Do you know how?” I challenge.

The look he gives me takes my breath away. “I sure as hell do.”

“Then put that dirty mouth to good use.”

He leans down, and I expect him to be a good boy and do as I ask. Instead, I watch him suspiciously as he kisses me. Did he not understand? I shift beneath him, feeling frustrated. But then his lips begin to kiss me harder and deeper, and I forget to be annoyed that he didn’t do just as I say.

One of his hands cups my breast, and I shiver, then feel every muscle in my body tense when he flicks my nipple. I’d heard light fae didn’t know how to get to the point in bed, but I found that it wasn’t as annoying as I thought.

“This is a mistake,” I hear Bron say, but he sounds horny as fuck.

We break our kiss, and I look over at him. I’m breathing hard as I push Lucian down, and he obeys, but stops to lavish my breasts. My back arches as his hot mouth closes around one of my nipples, and his fingers pinch my breast.

“Be. A. Man,” I pant.

Bron’s stunning hazel eyes narrow. “Trust me, I’m a man. But we just had a lot happen. Emotions are charged--”

“Either join us or shut up.”

I’m satisfied when Dwade stands and starts to undress. His movements are uncertain. But I know that once we’re touching he’ll be confident once more. So I relax against the blankets, holding Lucian’s head to my breasts as he moves between them, licking and sucking like he wants nothing more in the world.

Dwade’s shirt falls off. Like Lucian, he’s perfection. Hard muscles and smooth skin. But unlike Lucian’s graceful curves, Dwade is built like a wall. When he reaches for the button on his pants, I slide a hand down to stroke myself. Lucian irritates me when he catches my hand. But a second later, his calloused fingertips slide down my belly and part my folds.

I gasp, surprised by just how alive my nerves feel. My gaze is locked on Dwade when he removes his pants and shoes, then stands in his dark boxers. His massive erection is tented beneath the cloth, and my mouth goes dry when I remember what’s underneath. And then his boxers fall, and a shudder moves through my body.

“Come here,” I whisper.

He does as I ask, and I coax him forward. Then, holding his gaze, I wrap my mouth around his cock. The groan that tears from his lips seems to echo through the room. His head falls back, and his chest rises and falls rapidly. For the first time in my life, I take my time sucking this big man. Maybe it’s the slow pace that Lucian takes as he strokes my folds, making me wetter than I ever imagined possible, but I don’t just want to make this man come. I want to shake his world.

I suck him slowly, moving up and down. Taking Dwade deeper with each movement until I take him so deep that the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. He makes a strangled sound, and his hand loosely holds the back of my head.

Lifting a hand, I place it over his hand. His eyes open, and I force his fingers to dig into my hair