Caged Kitten (All the Queen's Men #2) - Rhea Watson Page 0,165

time in my life, willingly giving over my control to men who adored me—who would never hurt me.

Not unless I begged for it.

Crawling on my hands and knees, lower back arched to thrust my ass into the air, I crept toward Elijah and freed his swollen cock from his trousers. Even with the wine driving me, making me feel light as air and free as a bird, I tackled the buttons and the zippers and the delicious black briefs that clung to his huge thighs with ease. He stood tall and proud before me, his cock largest of the three and a bit more intimidating, but I dragged my tongue its full length all the same, circling the silken tip before plunging it into my mouth. The dragon inhaled sharply, hands gritting into the armrests, his whole body stiffening ever so slightly—a subtle reaction shared between the two of us, lost on Rafe and Fintan.

A weakness that I adored.

A reminder that even though I was naked and they were fully clothed, me on my knees and them seated, I had all the power here.

Intoxicating, that kind of control.

Freeing, too, the surrender I gave to them willingly. Happily.

As I bobbed up and down on his shaft, only able to take about half in my mouth before I gagged and coughed and choked on him, Fintan nudged my knees apart with no more than a fingertip against my skin. At first I thought he had done it for me, to help me stabilize, but seconds later his mouth brushed my inner thighs—then his tongue swept through my folds and swirled around my clit. A throb of pleasure had me moaning, even with my mouth full, and both Fintan and Elijah groaned in response. While the dragon’s huge hand threaded into my hair, guiding me up and down, setting a hurried pace, Fintan’s hands bruised into my ass as he consumed me like a parched man drinking at an oasis.

Of the three, he was the best with his mouth.

Rafe could make me come in seconds.

Elijah consumed me, mind, body, and soul anytime we touched.

Together, they made the perfect lover—unmatched by any the world had ever seen.

How had I ended up so lucky?

Maybe it was karma for Xargi—for suffering in a cell, for a psychopath picking off my family. I had endured horrors behind bars, but now? Paradise. Even a normal life with these three, just going about our daily existence in the most banal circumstances, sounded like nirvana.

Elijah watched me with an unrelenting gaze, irises a fiery gold while his pupils turned to slits, his inner dragon just as infatuated with our intimacy as the man. I fluttered my lashes up at him, totally smitten with the way he stared during sex, so possessive and powerful, an alpha who knew exactly what he wanted that it was impossible to resist him when he turned that all-consuming gaze on me. I held it for as long as I could, rising up and down, swirling around the head of his shaft and flicking my tongue in all the ways I had learned made him twitch, only I lost it when Fintan homed in on my clit—when he got technical between my thighs.

Because even though I knew how to drive these three men crazy, what to do when we were alone and naked to turn them savage, each one knew how to play me too. In fact, I was convinced they shared notes at this point. In their own ways, Rafe, Fintan, and Elijah were slowly becoming experts at tearing me apart and putting me back together again.

And I loved them for it.

Although, my least favorite thing was edging—which Fintan was especially good at and took great pleasure in torturing me with whenever he had the chance. On the cusp of another climax, every muscle tensed, my blowjob technique gone to shit, the fae stopped that thing he was doing with his tongue. Just. Disappeared from between my thighs, leaving me hanging on the edge with a patronizing chuckle that echoed between all three of them.

“Such a greedy creature, isn’t she?” he mused, slowly reclining back on the bearskin rug, wings splayed wide, and I glowered at him over my shoulder. He shot me a smirk and a wink, then undid his trousers and eased his shaft out, rigid with desire and glistening at the tip. “You want to come? Do it yourself, little witch.”

“Fuck you,” I fired back, only to let out an indignant squeal-giggle