Caged Kitten (All the Queen's Men #2) - Rhea Watson Page 0,166

when he lunged forward, spurred by fae speed that I could never match, and snatched me by the hips. He yanked me back and pierced me with a single brutal, glorious thrust, filling me to the hilt. Ever the showman, Fintan kept my back to him so that the others could watch me bounce—something they had recently admitted to, each one surprisingly into watching another man screw his girl—and I took a fleeting moment to adjust to the position. Braced on his thighs, I folded my legs so that I could steer the ship, set the pace, rock to my own rhythm.

But then suddenly there was Rafe, materializing in front of me, his speed surpassing anyone in this court. I gasped, heart in my throat, then opened my lips obligingly when he presented his cock—nudged it against my cheek, smeared his arousal along my lower lip before plunging into my mouth. Eyes wide, I sat up straighter to properly take him, completely distracted despite the fact Fintan continued to stretch me, dominate me. The fae dragged a teasing hand along my back, raking his nails softly over my skin. The pair offered me just a few moments to adjust, and then, like they shared some warped telepathic connection that I wasn’t included in, Fintan bucked his hips up hard just as Rafe grabbed hold of my face and thrust.

I had never been all that adventurous in the bedroom before them. Kink seemed tiring and overwhelming, but now, I couldn’t imagine going back to just one man having his way with me. Even if only one of my guys had his hands on me, his teeth on me, his body utterly consuming mine, at least one other was watching—or demanded details after, getting all riled up himself before pouncing.

Who knew I had a secret dark streak? That vanilla just wouldn’t cut it anymore—not ever, ever again?

Of the three, Rafe was usually the roughest. He fucked the hardest, no matter the hole, and tonight was no different. While Fintan rocked me back and forth, occasionally arching up to hit that amazing spot inside me or reaching around to fiddle with my clit, Rafe—my sweet, empathetic, brooding vampire—twined his hands into my hair and used my mouth with wild abandon. Never mind the drool dribbling over my chin, the tears swelling in my eyes. He stared down at me, all serious and masterful, and had his way with me with almost no regard for my comfort.

When I choked or gagged, he grinned.

When Fintan spanked me, he chuckled.

Only when the fae’s pace quickened, his breath catching and his grip bruising, did the vampire ease back. He retreated with a sigh, allowing me to draw a full breath for the first time in an eternity, and watched unflinchingly as Fintan pounded into me. Made me bounce. Elijah even shoved him out of the way, probably sick of staring at his friend’s back, and both stroked themselves as Fintan claimed me for his own pleasure.

Mine, meanwhile, was on the brink of detonating again, wet and swollen between my thighs, my clit aching for someone’s mouth, anyone’s fingers. But when Fintan stiffened and growled, spilling himself inside me, marking me up with his fingertips—temporary, unlike Elijah’s mark on my shoulder and Rafe’s bite on my neck—I wasn’t allowed to come.

Again.

Ugh.

Just as I slipped my fingers between my folds and gently pinched at my clit, Rafe grabbed my arm and hauled me off the fae. Dragged me to his usual chair in front of the roaring fire and bent me over the armrest.

Up on my toes, ass in the air, I planted my hands on the rigid cushion and stilled when Rafe’s fingers whispered up the backs of my thighs. A moment of gentleness promised a thorough ravishing, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sweet caress before yelping when he took me hard by the hips and shoved into me. Claimed me. Made me his in front of the others. Lashes fluttering, I pushed up so they could watch every part of me—Fintan sprawled on the rug, head pillowed on his folded arms, hazy with post-orgasm bliss; Elijah on his chair, stroking himself faster, his eyes bright and beastly.

A familiar hand wove into my hair. Tugged me back. Added an arch to my neck that always drove the vampire pounding into me nuts. His hips quickened, his pace brutal, the slap of skin to skin ringing out in a bedroom accustomed to the symphony of moans and