The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,115

little winded as he watched me bucking up onto his cock, taking exactly what he'd described— what I wanted.

"I would ride you now, if you let me," I gasped.

Thao grinned and groaned. "Soon, another time. Now though—" His words faltered as Wendell reappeared behind him, a crack of flesh to flesh sounding on the air. Thao's hips stuttered into mine, slapping wetly, and he groaned and laughed. "Now you learn who is fucking who," he groaned out.

"With the way you're carrying on, it's just you getting fucked," Wendell said. "Treat our princess as she deserves. Show her how good you can make her feel."

I felt divine and I would've said so, but then Thao's mouth was on mine, claiming me again. His hips rolled like waves into mine, occasionally faltering but always returning to a rhythm that left me breathless and clinging to him, sucking on his tongue the way I did his cock.

"Ready?" Wendell asked.

"Yes, yes, I've been—" Thao's answer ended with a groan, his body growing heavy on top of me, his hands grabbing my wrists and raising them above my head and into the pillows.

"Oh!" I said, watching Wendell's face over Thao's shoulder as it twisted with pleasure, Thao's hips grinding into mine. "Ohhh, yes."

Thao whimpered, and his head fell to my shoulder as a new and slow rhythm took over, Wendell's movement in and out of Thao sinking Thao in and out of me. Now all of Thao's filthy poetry failed, his voice weak and senseless. I caught his mouth with mine, kissing him through his groans, spreading my legs and trying to remember to breathe as his body rubbed perfectly against my clit, the pressure explosive.

I forgot about the Hunger, the festival, the people outside of our little nest who must've heard the explicit cries and groans of our union. I probably forgot my own name until Thao whispered it and Wendell's together, his fingers tight around my wrists. My legs wrapped around them both, heels in Wendell's ass making him buck and groan. As fire seemed to race through me in a syrupy slow rush, I came with a long cry of praising and pleads.

It was a chain reaction, Thao stiffening and then bucking suddenly between us, making Wendell's steady and slow strokes fail. For a moment, I was buried beneath them, unable to catch my breath, and I didn't even care. Then Wendell slowly fell to one side, Thao to the other, their lips eagerly catching against my shoulders and then meeting in the middle. Wendell's hand made gentle passes from my breasts to my hips before finally finding its way to covering my sex, fingers dipping inside of me and drawing out a flutter of aftershocks.

"Mm, you could have more, couldn't you? We should've paced ourselves better, Thao," Wendell mumbled.

Thao scoffed, resting heavily on my side, his arm draped over my stomach and his breath puffing against my jaw.

"I am satisfied," I said and then laughed as Wendell's smile took on a humorous version of a frown. "I mean, I don't need more. That was wonderful."

"Of course you need more," Thao mumbled agreeably. "That's what the others are for."

"She's been managing with two quite nicely," Cosmo announced, ducking carefully into the bedroom, Owen following closely at his back before making sure to pull the curtain fully shut again.

"Lady Pru slept through that, but I think Cresswell might've died twice and Daniel certainly seems to be suffering," Owen whispered, helping himself under the gauze of the canopy to reach my feet on the mattress. "Oh. Can we come in?"

Thao sighed and rolled onto his back, arm over his eyes. "By all means."

I glanced at Wendell, but he was smiling widely and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Ignore him. He loves to watch. So do I for that matter."

Well in that case. I pushed up to sitting, watching through the canopy as Cosmo began to undo the buttons of his shirt, his eyes drinking in all of us on the bed with eager anticipation.

"Did anyone find out what happened with the man in the dancers?" I asked, rising up to my knees, leaning in to let Owen kiss the corner of my mouth, smiling as Thao's hand rose to cup my ass. I glanced over my shoulder at him and found him peeking from beneath his arm, but his eyes were watching Cosmo. I checked on Wendell and when I realized his were too, I let it be. As long as