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My first thought upon waking is that it’s just too warm. My sleep fogged brain tries to process the feeling of heat, warm towards my front but far warmer wrapped around my back. I wiggle away from the source, hoping for some relief only to hear a soft groan near my ear.
Eyes flashing open to see Casteels sleeping face in front of me, so close that we share breath, so close that it would be only too easy to steal a kiss. His face is so relaxed in sleep, no mask to hide the beautiful man that I married, his arm snaked around my waist, his hand gently placed on my lower spine. Reaching up to stroke his cheek, the remaining sleep vanishes from my mind as I realize my arm is bound to my side.
Right, I had fallen asleep between Casteel and Kieran to keep safe and warm while in the Skotos Mountains. The wolven apparently took the warmth part seriously, as his chest was tucked in tight to my back, one of his arms draped across my body so that my arms were tucked into my side and his hand was trapped between mine and Casteel's bodies. I was wrapped so tightly between these beautiful, warm men that I couldn’t even tell which one of them had managed to sneak one of their legs between mine, their warm thigh pressed pleasantly against a part of myself that was quickly becoming more awake.
Kieran made a restless sighing noise and pulled his body closer around me, causing the thigh of one of the two to rub tantalizingly against me. Biting my lip, I resist the urge to gasp at the contact. How to relieve the situation? I don't want to wake up either party as it might be embarrassing to explain how we ended up in such a captivating position. Though as Casteel moves his hand farther south, I start to wonder what the harm in letting them awake like this would really be.
I allow myself to enjoy the feeling of these two beautiful people around me for another moment before trying to wiggle myself free. I make it as far as moving Kieran's arms more to his side when I feel him stiffen. I growl I’ve never heard from the wolven leaves his lips and suddenly I find myself under him, his teeth at my neck and my arms bound in his hands at my side. His sharp teeth brush the skin of my throat and my gasp of surprise fades into a moan. My face flushes and my eyes flick to Casteel, feeling my insides melt as I find him open and staring at me. His surprised expression fades as he takes in the situation and his lips tilt into a smirk.
“ you smell so good, Poppy,” Kieran groans, drawing my attention to him as his fangs once again skim my throat. My back arches as he reaches a sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder and I bite my lip to hold back my moan.
“No, Princess, let us hear you,” Casteel says as his hand strokes my side. My eyes meet his, the question clear in my eyes. Cas smirks and he takes my wrist from Kieran, still holding it firmly but bringing it up above my head. “Kieran appears to be a parched princess. Will you let him taste you,” he asks, a sinful smile on his face, even as his eyes show me that this is my choice to make.
“I won't do anything you don't want me to, Poppy,” Kieran whispers in my ear, his lower body holding me down and grinding softly, showing me just how much he wants me. “ Will you let me taste your poppy? Will you give me that gift? He pushes his hips a little more firmly into me and my breath quickens. I nod, not trusting my voice to hold. Casteel smiles and grabs my other wrist, the two of them moving me around as if I weigh nothing, settling me with my back against Casteel, my hands trapped in one of his and Kieran kneeling before me, toying with my leggings.
“I don't think we need these anymore right now,” Kieran growls as his hands skim the sliver of skin between my shirt and pants. He pulls them down and sets them next to him, close enough, I'm sure, that he could find them in this mist when I needed them again. “Let me see you, '' he begs, staring at my thigh which had pressed together to try to alleviate some of the throbbing in my clit.
My face burns as I slowly open them a little, just a glimpse for him. Casteel chuckles and adjusts me, moving my knees on either side of his legs, so that when he opens his legs mine widen before Kieran, proof of my want from them shining on my lower lips.
Kieran gasps before leaning forward, kissing and licking up both my thighs, around my lips, but not pushing past that barrier to where I need him. My hips buck and I squirm, but Casteel wraps his other arm around my waist holding me immobile for his bonded wolven. I whimper, desperate for some friction as Kieran whispers how beautiful I am.
“Do you want him to taste you, Poppy? Do you want his tongue inside you, flicking at you while his fingers play with that pretty little pleasure button of yours? Do you want to come on his tongue, riding his face while in my arms?” Casteel whispers in my ear, occasionally licking at me and biting at my flesh. My clit throbs at the image he paints and I find myself panting, desperate for them
“Please,” I beg, my voice louder than I mean, but I find myself not caring about who or what could hear us. Both of my men chuckle at my desperation, and then, finally, I feel Kieran run his tongue from my center up to my clit, flicking it playful. I moan, so thankful to feel the throbbing pleasure of it as he sucks my clit into his mouth and licks at me softly. Casteel keeps my waist pinned but releases my hands and I immediately grip Kieran’s head, tangling my fingers into his hair to encourage him to go faster, harder. He takes direction well, licking at my clit quickly while he slips two fingers into my tight pussy. I throw my head back, pleasure coursing through me as he strokes a spot inside me that has me seeing spots. “Yes, please please!” I beg incoherently
“Your so fucking wet for us poppy,” he whispers against me, thrusting his fingers faster. Casteel has slipped his hand under my shirt, playing with my nipples and his fangs dance over my pulse, pausing, asking for permission. Kieran growls and the vibrations hit my clit, the pleasure spirling so high I know I'm close to exploding around them. “Yes, yes!” I scream, both giving permission and begging. Casteel hisses and sinks his fangs into his neck as I feel the tip of Kieran's teeth brush over my clit and I’m done. I spiral, the orgasm rushing through my body in intense waves of ecstasy. Kieran uses his fingers to guide me through it and as I come down Casteel releases my neck. I watch, dazed as Kieran kisses my clit gently, reverently, and smiles at me with such calm and understanding.
“Princess,” Casteel whispers against my ear and I shiver. “It's my turn,” he says, thrusting up so that his erection pushes into me from behind and I moan, both at the feeling of him and the promise of more pleasure to come.