The Queen's Line (Inheritance of Hunger #1) - Kathryn Moon Page 0,73

fresh flowers went wild around the room, iron groaning above us as the greenhouse repaired itself, stained glass shining tinted light to the floor, iron wrapping into swirling patterns with a great exclamation of relief. One that I echoed with a whimper as I fell forward onto Owen's heaving chest.

I trembled, skin sweaty and covered in goosebumps since Owen had thrown the windows of my bedroom open. Cosmo kissed the inside of my thigh, gently pulling his fingers free, an embarrassing flood of fluids trailing after his touch. Owen turned his head against my breast, nibbling lightly on my nipple and laughing as I swatted him away.

"No-no more. I…can't," I said weakly. That was the thing though—I could. The Hunger was there, even after the day of indulging the urge it remained, mingling with the aftershocks and exhaustion, nipping along my sensitive skin and everywhere that Cosmo and Owen touched me.

"Sore?" Cosmo rasped, pushing himself up on wobbling arms and rolling slowly away from me. Cool air filled his place, and it was every bit as sensual a touch as his, slightly humid from an approaching rainstorm.

We'd indulged the Hunger for three days, but it was as if feeding it only made it that much stronger, every morning it would wake twice as voracious. Today the three of us had barely rested, I had barely taken a breath, since I'd woken with Owen hard against my ass. An entire day of hiding away from anyone else, moving through the castle and experimenting with the Hunger. With each other, really.

Cosmo leaned down on the bed, close to my side without touching, and reached out to brush sweaty strands of hair away from my forehead.

I shook my head and furrowed my brow. "No. Awareness, yes, but not sore. I can't think of ever hearing my mother or any of the queen's line complain of soreness," I said. Cosmo and Owen had taken their turns with me until their cocks tired after a brief dinner, and then they had sated the Hunger with their fingers and mouths until the air around us was hot and heavy with magic.

"Mm, perhaps it's part of the gift of your family," Cosmo said.

"The Hunger has passed now?" Owen asked, settling in at my back, although he had none of Cosmo's qualms for touching me.

I bit my lip, and Cosmo's lips twitched as he watched me. "I… No, it hasn't. Having the two of you close doesn't really…calm it."

"We don't have to stop," Owen rumbled, kissing my shoulder and draping a heavy arm around my waist to reach up and palm my breast, making my breath catch.

"I…I'm not sure…" My eyes fell shut as Owen mouthed along my throat. My skin was tender from all the attention I'd already received, but there was a burn and itch for more beneath that.

"I'm not sure Bryony's lust and the Hunger's exactly overlap," Cosmo said gently, making Owen pause, his rough cheek tickling against the lobe of my ear.

"Oh! Is that…?" Owen started to pull away, and my hand slapped over his arm, moving his hand down to my ribs but keeping him close as I rolled and pushed myself up against the pillows so I could see them both.

"I don't know," I admitted, my eyes trailing over their languid forms around me on the bed. Perhaps seeing them wasn't the wisest idea. Owen and Cosmo were exquisite, similar and contrasting all at once. They both had spectacular asses, ones I thrilled in clutching as they thrust into me over and over while I—

I bit my lip as my core clenched on nothing at the memory.

Cosmo laughed, startling me out of my reverie as he reached a hand up and covered my eyes with his palm. "Clear your head, Bryony. Owen, get her a robe and find us something to cover up in. I think we ought to speak a little more before we continue to indulge."

I sighed and let my eyes fall shut again as Owen slid away and the cool air from the open windows reached me, clearing away some of the fog of sex and sweat with the fresh night's empty fragrance. Silk followed, kissing over my shoulders, and Cosmo's hands joined mine in dressing me. The bed rustled around me as I took deep, clean breaths until my men went still and Owen's fingers brushed my knee.

It wasn't really better to open my eyes again. Cosmo and Owen were still bare chested, and my fingers itched to